Chapter 31: Reunion with an Old Flame

"Uh... well." The PR department manager had done plenty of homework before welcoming Feng Chen Yi, but now that he was face-to-face with the man, he was completely overwhelmed by the aura he gave off. "President Feng… hehe, Director Long is tied up with something, so..."

"Tied up? So he sends you, a department manager, to fob me off?!" The words came cold and domineering as Feng Chen Yi tilted his head slightly. "Lisa, cancel the rest of today's schedule."

"Yes, sir."

The PR manager broke into a cold sweat. "President Feng, please don't be upset, please—"

No matter how the manager tried to explain, Feng Chen Yi remained unmoved and turned to leave. Just then, the elevator doors slowly opened…

His departing steps froze.

Luo Yaoyao?! She's back?!

The frost in his eyes began to melt, and memories from the past started flooding his thoughts, overwhelming his entire mind.

"President Feng..."

He raised a hand, cutting off the manager's words. "I've changed my mind." A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he stepped into the elevator with his team.

That voice… and that figure stepping into the elevator?

Yaoyao, who had been staring at the floor, suddenly felt her heart skip a beat. It was him, wasn't it? Her heart pounded wildly. Don't look back! Yaoyao, don't look! She tried to calm herself but couldn't help turning her head.

And the moment that cold yet familiar face came into view—

"Chen Yi, I like you the most."

"Silly Yaoyao."

"Chen Yi, I want to give you a gift on my 18th birthday."

"You giving me a gift? You really are a dummy!"

"Mm… Chen Yi, harder… I'm almost…"

"Nuoting, you're such a tease."

"Stop it~"

Those once sweet, now bitter memories surged forth like a tide...

Once, he was the man she loved the most—and hated the most. Once, she thought they could be together forever, only to end up with a painful heartbreak. She thought that once he left, she'd forget him. But…

After two years, the man who had hurt her so deeply stood before her again—and her heart still ached. Her eyes welled with unexpected tears. What did it mean?

"52nd floor. Thanks," the PR manager said.

But Yaoyao was still lost in thought.

"Hey, I'm talking to you. The 52nd floor!"

"Oh! I'm sorry, so sorry!" She quickly snapped out of it and pressed the button.

Behind her, Feng Chen Yi gently shook his head. Two years, and this girl was still as clumsy as ever. He couldn't help but smile faintly, his dark eyes shifting slightly.

"Lisa, what perfume are you wearing today? It smells great."

"Huh?" The secretary was stunned, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. "It's 'Mademoiselle Coco,' President Feng."

"You should try daisy next time. I think it would suit you better."

Thump. A sudden pain struck Yaoyao's heart.

Daisy?

"Yaoyao, this is for you."

"Perfume?"

"Yeah, it's custom-made. You can't buy it anywhere."

"What scent is this?"

"Daisy. Your very own signature scent."

She had treasured that perfume for a long, long time after they broke up. She always believed the daisy scent was hers alone. But now… she realized how naïve she had been. It was just another romantic trick, easily reused on anyone.

"Sure, President Feng. I'll switch to it tonight."

"Hehe. Lisa, do you have plans for tonight? Let's have dinner."

"Ah? Yes! I do!" Lisa was beyond thrilled. She had long dreamed of having something more with Feng Chen Yi beyond their professional relationship.

But—

"So childish!" Yaoyao couldn't help it anymore. She had seen too many women fall for Feng Chen Yi, only to be discarded. Two years had passed, and he seemed more mature, but the essence of him hadn't changed. A leopard doesn't change its spots.

"Huh? Who is she talking about?" Lisa blinked in confusion, glancing at the still-smiling Feng Chen Yi beside her.

Yaoyao frowned and turned around. "Obviously talking about that jerk next to you!"

"How dare you speak to President Feng like that?!"

"She's just a service staff member. Do you know who you're insulting?! Do you want to get fired?!"

Had this been any other time, Yaoyao wouldn't have said a word. But seeing Feng Chen Yi again, she just couldn't control her emotions.

Let them fire her. Let Manager Zhang scold her. Whatever.

She glared at him, her fists clenched, veins bulging with fury.

Finally, Feng Chen Yi spoke: "Miss, do we know each other?"

Her face froze. Her mind went blank.

Feng… Feng Chen Yi, this bastard—what was he saying?

Was he pretending not to know her?

Just earlier, when their eyes met, she thought he simply didn't have time to acknowledge her. But no—he didn't want to. Was being her ex so shameful that he had to deny her?

The pain in her chest deepened.

Two years ago, after their breakup, she didn't know if he was hurt—but she was torn to shreds.

Two years later, she didn't know if he felt anything seeing her again—but she… she was shaken. Deeply.

"Service girl, apologize to President Feng immediately, or I'll report you to your supervisor and have you fired!" the PR manager stepped forward, barking the order.

But Yaoyao stood firm. She wouldn't apologize. Feng Chen Yi was just a womanizing jerk. She refused to lower herself for someone like him.

"Apologize! Do you understand?!"

"Forget it. No need to apologize." Feng Chen Yi finally spoke, his tone casual. "But… the professionalism of Boson Group's staff definitely needs work."

With that, the elevator doors opened to the 52nd floor. Without even glancing at her, he walked out with his team.

"President Feng, I promise—she's just an exception. I'll talk to her manager right away and have her removed." The PR manager bowed repeatedly, apologizing as they walked.

But Feng Chen Yi suddenly stopped.

"You seem to be confused."

"Huh? About what?"

He smiled coldly and narrowed his deep eyes. "When I said your staff lacked professionalism… I was referring to you. Yelling at your subordinates in front of clients? If possible, I'll recommend to Director Long that you be replaced as PR manager."

(To be continued)