Chapter 16: Stick followed by Sweet Date

President Jiang had let it go, saying he wouldn't hit women. Was she going to fight President Jiang?

Jiang Yue noticed Gu Fenyi's movement but smiled without reacting.

She protected the Ye family fiercely.

A woman's fist lacked strength. One punch wouldn't hurt. He had tried to intimidate her first... Let her hit him once...

BOOM!

Gu Fenyi grabbed his collar with her left hand and slammed her right fist into Jiang Yue's face.

Damn!

Pain!

Real pain!

Jiang Yue stood stunned.

After years without being challenged, Jiang Yue felt a woman's fist today. How incredibly hard it hit...

The secretary rushed to support Jiang Yue.

Jiang Yue hadn't recovered yet.

Meanwhile, Gu Fenyi slightly frowned, looked down, and gently rubbed her reddened knuckles. "Alright, Mr. Jiang may leave now."

Jiang Yue opened his mouth, feeling he should say something, but found no words.

"Mr. Jiang, are you okay?" The secretary asked anxiously.

Jiang Yue pushed him away. "I'm fine."

He touched his cheek with his tongue, wanting to say "it hurts a little," but his tongue moved and—damn, why did it hurt even more?

Jiang Yue swallowed his words.

"Now... we're even," Jiang Yue maintained his gentleman's demeanor. His next words came easier.

"President Ye isn't in Beijing now. If Mrs. Ye needs any help, you can come to me."

"The Ye family has great businesses, capable people, and many connections... Mr. Jiang," Gu Fenyi said lightly.

Jiang Yue couldn't help sighing.

She revealed nothing and showed no weakness.

"Then I'll take my leave," Jiang Yue turned to leave.

Halfway to the door, Gu Fenyi called out: "Give Mr. Jiang the freshly washed strawberries. We can't let him leave empty-handed."

The dazed maid snapped to attention, quickly packed something, and handed it to Gu Fenyi.

The secretary scowled. But President Jiang hadn't reacted, so he had no right to object.

Gu Fenyi walked to Jiang Yue and placed the container in his hand. "Mr. Jiang, safe travels."

Her manners remained perfect.

Hadn't she said she hadn't prepared afternoon tea for him?

Why give him this now?

Jiang Yue couldn't tell if she mocked him or wanted him to take a "souvenir"...

Jiang Yue grabbed the container and walked out to his car.

"This Mrs. Ye..." The secretary looked up but couldn't find words to describe Gu Fenyi.

Call her rude? She showed elegant manners, polite tone, and offered them fruit. Though the fruit cost little.

Call her polite? She grabbed President Jiang by his collar and punched his face. What wife would dare do this?

Jiang Yue said nothing.

He opened the container lid.

The strawberries inside still had water droplets. Their red tips looked especially appealing.

Jiang Yue picked one and put it in his mouth.

Damn.

Very sweet.

This Ye wife not only manipulated emotions skillfully but also balanced hard and soft approaches—a stick followed by sweet date!

Jiang Yue remembered Gu Fenyi placing the container in his hand...

Her slightly tight lips looked even more beautiful than the strawberries inside.

Jiang Yue felt strange.

If Jiang Yue had seen Ye Wenbo's beating days earlier, he would know that Gu Fenyi's "sweet date after hitting wasn't unique to him.

He wasn't special.

"Back to the company," Jiang Yue ordered.

The secretary acknowledged.

But Jiang Yue would soon realize his mistake.

Ten minutes after entering the Jiang Building, an employee's face filled with horror: "What happened to President Jiang's face?"