Chapter 22: Talent

Lin Peishan nodded thoughtfully. Though irritating most of the time, this man occasionally uttered startlingly insightful remarks that resonated deeply with her. "I want to know why you agreed to marry me. What do you want to gain?"

"I want to help you."

She froze momentarily before smiling coolly. "Help me? With what? Your ignorance and vulgarity? Learn to stand on your own feet first."

Ye Chenghuan shrugged indifferently. "Behind every successful woman, there's always one—or several—men supporting her from the shadows. I'll be the one supporting you from behind."

The fragile thread of goodwill between them snapped instantly. Lin Peishan clenched her teeth, rendered speechless.

"I'm a lazy man. Only a fool would abandon a life where food comes to my mouth and clothes to my hands. Besides, I hate taking orders. Being a boss suits me better than being someone's employee."

All that glitters is not gold!

Taking wedding photos was the most important moment in a woman's life, yet Ye Chenghuan could even forget such an occasion. How could she expect him to treat her well? Gluttonous, lethargic, narcissistic, lazy, unreliable—he embodied every flaw imaginable. Calling him "beyond redemption" would be generous. Lin Peishan felt a pang of bitterness. She couldn't reconcile this man with her vision of a future husband—her ideals had been full-figured, but reality proved skeletal.

"Truthfully, I wouldn't mind working. If you could arrange an executive position at your company, I might reluctantly lower my standards."

Lin Peishan's heart spasmed. An executive position? Lower his standards? How thick-skinned could one be! Facing such audacity, anger felt futile. She abandoned all hope for Ye Chenghuan.

"Enjoy your meal. I have matters at the company."

As she rose to leave, he called out casually between sips of congee: "I'll do as you said... Be careful on the road."

She paused, fingers brushing through her hair as she regarded him with unreadable eyes. Her ethereal figure disappeared through the doorway, trailing contemplative silence...

After breakfast, Ye Chenghuan returned to his room, pondering her earnest admonishments. Could this count as concern in disguise?

Scanning job postings online, most seemed uninspiring until two words leaped from the screen:

‌ATTRACTION!‌

The name "Passion Fashion Attraction Co., Ltd." alone could ignite any man's imagination.

Ye Chenghuan explored the company website—a specialized team designing, developing, and selling women's lingerie, with products spanning over twenty provinces and overseas markets. They hosted renowned lingerie model competitions, cultivating fresh talent... Below the description, provocative photos and videos of models blazed across the page. Thousands of male applicants' resumes piled beneath—testament to its allure.

For any red-blooded man, Passion Company promised paradise.

Noting the address, he changed into presentable clothes. Finding Aunt Wan cleaning, he requested: "Auntie, I need to borrow Peishan's car. Since she's out, I'll ask you."

Aunt Wan chuckled. "Young people these days—already married yet so formal! What's hers is yours."

Ye Chenghuan scratched his head. "She dislikes me touching her things..."

"Use it freely. I'll handle any questions."

"Wise Auntie understands my heart's woes," he flirted shamelessly.

"Save your sweet talk for Peishan," she retorted, amused.

The Victoria Apartments' underground garage stunned him—a luxury car exhibition featuring limited editions and track monsters. The "most modest" vehicle sat in the corner: a white Rolls-Royce convertible.

Arriving at Passion Tower, the security guard gaped at the rare automobile before snapping a salute.

Ye Chenghuan lowered the window. "Is this Passion Company?"

"Yes, sir. May I ask—"

"Here for the talent recruitment. I am the talent."

The guard's jaw dropped. Job-hunting in a Rolls-Royce?

At the reception desk, a receptionist chattered obliviously on the phone.

"Sweetheart, is your company hiring?" No response.

"Working hours—could you pause your call?" Still ignored.

"BEAUTY! YOUR SKIRT'S OPEN!"

The entire lobby turned.

Slamming the phone, the receptionist glared. "Are you insane?!"

"Just inquiring about your talent recruitment." Ye Chenghuan gestured at himself. "I'm the talent."

Her eyes swept over him dismissively until spotting the Rolls-Royce keychain. Instantly syrupy, she purred: "A rare gem indeed. What position interests you?"

"I thrive on challenges."

"What kind... of challenges?" Her voice dripped innuendo.

"Any you desire." He traced her chin with a finger.

"Perhaps I'll show you privately someday." She slipped a note into his palm.

Entering the elevator, he crumpled the note unseen. As doors closed, a statuesque woman in navy-blue office wear hurried in—ignoring him completely.

Ye Chenghuan's gaze devoured her: 170cm height rivaling Lin Peishan's, pencil skirt sculpting dangerous curves, violet-framed glasses accentuating icy elegance.

"Which floor?" he ventured.

"Top." She checked her watch coldly.

"Same here. Heard your GM's a tyrant?"

Her head snapped toward him. "Excuse me?"

"Bet you agree. Probably some repressed wimp venting at work. But I'd tame him easily."

"What makes you assume the GM's male?" Her voice sharpened.

"A female GM? Then she's a spinster sadist fantasizing about world domination. Better avoid me—I'd break her."

Her eyes glinted steel. "Advice: Don't apply here."

"Where then?"

"The psychiatric ward."

He smirked. "Harsh words, beauty."

"You don't deserve better."

As doors opened, Ye Chenghuan boldly squeezed her rear. "Pleasure meeting you!" Laughing, he exited before retaliation.

The top floor unveiled a surreal panorama—glass walls framing lingerie-clad mannequins and live models striding past. Before he could admire further, that frosty elevator beauty materialized at a CEO plaque door.

She turned, lips curling like an Arctic gale. "Welcome to Passion Fashion Attraction. I'm CEO Chu Yunxi."

Ye Chenghuan's smile froze mid-air.