Chapter 12: Beauty Trap

Jiang Ciyou knew perfectly well where Yan Feng was heading.

Without hesitation, she opened the car door and got out.

Jiang Ciyou hailed a taxi

Seeing Jiang Ciyou return alone, Yan's mother already guessed what had happened and planned to personally bring him back.

However, Jiang Ciyou stopped her.

"Let it go, Mom. His heart isn't at home. Even if he comes back, it's just an empty shell. Let him be."

After saying that, Jiang Ciyou went upstairs.

It was rare for Yan's mother to see Jiang Ciyou in such a dispirited state. She didn't know what had happened.

Yan Feng didn't return home until a week later.

During that week, Jiang Ciyou's life continued as usual, with the only difference being that she never visited Green Villa again.

Previously, she would visit two or three times a week.

Since the old lady's birthday banquet, Jiang Ciyou hadn't seen Bo Jinxi either.

Had he let her off?

Though her days passed peacefully, Jiang Ciyou still felt a lingering unease.

That night when Yan Feng returned, his mother erupted in anger at the dinner table.

"Do you still have any regard for this family? Starting today, if you stay out all night again, I'll treat it as if I no longer have a son."

Yan's mother was truly furious, and Yan Feng was somewhat afraid.

He lowered his face and replied, "Mom, I've been at the company these past few days. I'm new, still unfamiliar with the business, so I've been burning the midnight oil. I even slept at the company. The reason I came back today is because of work-related matters."

Yan's father added, "Yes, I've asked Secretary Zhang. Feng has indeed been sleeping in the company apartment the past few days."

Yan's mother's expression changed, and she shifted the conversation. "Is work going well?"

Yan Feng put down his chopsticks and shot a glance at Jiang Ciyou. "Thanks to someone, things haven't been going well at all."

Yan Haifeng frowned, "What's wrong?"

Yan Feng explained, "Today, Bo Group made a public bid invitation. Over a hundred construction companies received invites. Even those smaller than Yan's Construction in Rong City were invited to the BJ Building. Yet, Hai Feng Construction didn't receive a thing, not even the bidding documents. And we have your wonderful daughter-in-law to thank for that."

The BJ Building was Bo Group's office building in Rong City, located right across from the TV station.

Jiang Ciyou had once bumped into her "boy toy" coming out of there after work.

She had joked at the time, "Darling, did you change jobs?"

Jiang Ciyou always thought her "boy toy" worked at a black market firm.

She still remembered how he had responded, "I'm the owner of this building."

Jiang Ciyou had laughed at him for daydreaming, and then, they'd tacitly gotten into her car and driven to Green Villa together.

They had only been together for two months at that point, caught in a whirlwind of passion.

It turned out he had been hinting at his identity all along.

Regret crept into Jiang Ciyou's heart for getting involved with such a man.

Yan's mother defended Jiang Ciyou upon hearing Yan Feng's words. "Ciyou doesn't work for Yan's company. What does this have to do with her?"

"She offended the Bo family's heir three years ago and even insulted him with a thousand yuan."

Yan Feng recounted what had happened at the old lady's birthday banquet.

The atmosphere at the dinner table became uncomfortably quiet.

Yan Feng gave Jiang Ciyou a sidelong glance, a flicker of schadenfreude in his eyes. "This matter won't be resolved unless Jiang Ciyou personally apologizes to him. Otherwise, Bo Group won't consider Hai Feng Construction for the resort project bid. Jiang Ciyou, you created this mess, so clean it up."

After a long silence, the old master spoke. "If we can't secure this project, then let it go."

Yan Feng grew agitated. "Grandpa, you told me earlier that this project is crucial for Yan's survival. Now, when it involves Jiang Ciyou, you say let it go? Asking her to apologize isn't a big deal. At worst, she might be humiliated a bit. Is her pride more important than the company's survival?"

The old master's favoritism was becoming increasingly unreasonable.

The old master wanted to say something else.

But Jiang Ciyou stood up. "Grandpa, I'll take some gifts to BJ tomorrow and apologize to the heir. I'll do my best to secure the bidding opportunity for Yan's."

The resort project was a central government special approval, and open bidding was mandatory.

Hundreds of construction companies were eyeing it, so the chances were slim to begin with.

Now that Hai Feng didn't even have the qualifications to bid, their opportunity was non-existent.

Since she had caused this problem, Jiang Ciyou didn't shirk the responsibility.

Yan Feng chuckled. "Good. I'll wait for Bo Group's bidding documents tomorrow. Don't let me down."

He didn't believe Jiang Ciyou could succeed.

After all, he had already experienced the Bo heir's pettiness and vengefulness.

If an apology could fix things, he wouldn't have bothered saying anything at all.

In fact, he had already visited several times over the past few days.

Bo Jinxi refused to see him, and during his last visit, he had even been thrown out by security.

It was utterly humiliating.

All of this was Jiang Ciyou's fault.

She should get a taste of being thrown out by security in front of everyone.

The next morning, Jiang Ciyou drove to the BJ Building.

She parked on the rooftop and looked up at the towering structure. The gilded "BJ" glistened in the morning sunlight.

The BJ Building had only been completed for three years, yet it had already become a landmark in Rong City.

She had always thought it belonged to some tech company, never expecting it to be a branch of Bo Group.

BJ must be an abbreviation of Bo Jinxi's name.

Jiang Ciyou entered the lobby of BJ Building.

She approached the reception desk.

"Hello, can you tell me what floor Bo Jinxi's office is on?"

The four beautiful receptionists looked at her with varied expressions when they heard her mention Bo Jinxi by name.

The tallest one with a pointed chin said, "Who do you think you are to call our CEO by name? What's your relationship with him?"

Jiang Ciyou nearly blurted out, "We had a sugar baby relationship," but she smiled and replied, "I'm here on behalf of Yan's Group to discuss business matters with Mr. Bo."

The receptionist with the pointed chin sneered. "How shameless. Trying to use your looks as a bargaining chip? Sorry, but our CEO made it clear—no one from Yan's is allowed past the doors of BJ."

She raised her hand to call for security.

Before being escorted out, Jiang Ciyou said to the security guard, "Excuse me, let me make a phone call first."

The guard, smitten by her beauty, didn't want to use force and stood quietly while she made her call.

The four receptionists exchanged whispers.

"Being pretty has its perks. Even the security guard is entranced by her."

"Where did Yan's Group find this stunner? She's even more beautiful than movie stars."

"What good is beauty? Yan's Group is up to no good. Their general manager came here four times, and the CEO refused every time. Now they've sent a vase like her. Our CEO is too smart to fall for that."

Just then, the receptionist with the pointed chin's phone rang.

She glanced at it, surprised to see it was from the CEO's office.

In her three years at BJ, she had never received a call from the CEO's office.

Carefully, she picked it up.

A smooth, pleasant voice came from the other end: "Let her come up."