Chapter 32: What Game Are You Playing Now?

"Huh? President Feng! I'm so sorry—I promise I'll be more careful next time. Please don't tell Director Long."

No matter how the PR manager tried to explain, Feng Chen Yi didn't even acknowledge him. He simply walked straight toward the general manager's office.

However...

Lisa, his secretary, couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Just a moment ago, it seemed like President Feng's words were directed at that rude elevator girl. So how did they suddenly become a reprimand for the PR manager?

"President Feng, this marks the first official collaboration between Boson Group and Feng Corporation. I hope it ends perfectly," Long Ye said as he personally walked Feng Chen Yi out of his office. After a brief negotiation, two of the top corporations in China had successfully reached a partnership.

"Haha, that's what I hope too. In any case, it's a pleasure to meet you, Director Long. If we get the chance, let's have dinner sometime—maybe invite President Yu and Vice President Han as well. I've always admired both of them."

"Absolutely. President Yu often speaks highly of you. He'd be glad to meet you."

"Great. Then I'll take my leave for now."

"Until next time."

The two men exchanged polite smiles. But the moment Feng Chen Yi turned around, his expression turned icy.

After two years in the business world, he'd become used to all the phony politeness—smiling and calling each other brothers in public, while scheming behind the scenes. In a world ruled by survival of the fittest, this was just another form of diplomacy.

"President Feng, there are rumors that Director Long is a smiling tiger. Do you really want to be friends with someone like that?" Lisa asked as she walked beside him.

A flash of cold amusement flickered in his eyes. "Lisa, after all this time, haven't you figured out those were just pleasantries? But… there was one thing I did mean."

"What's that?"

"I really do want to meet Yu Aotian."

Two years ago, Yu Aotian had legally acquired Boson Group with zero capital. Then, in just two years, he transformed it from a high-tier company into a powerhouse. Despite coming from the underworld, he had somehow managed to make waves in the corporate world.

Feng Chen Yi couldn't deny it—he felt both admiration and the thrill of facing off against a truly worthy opponent.

"Oh, right, President Feng... um, do you know where I can buy that daisy-scented perfume?" Lisa asked, her cheeks flushing pink.

"Heh, you can't buy it. That scent is one of a kind." He paused, then added, "Actually, now that I think about it, that fragrance doesn't suit you."

"Huh? Then what kind of scent do you think does suit me, President Feng?"

With one hand casually in his pocket, Feng Chen Yi gave her a cool glance. "That's not something I really need to think about, is it? Oh, and cancel tonight's dinner."

"What?" Lisa had waited so long for this opportunity, only to have it taken away in an instant. "Understood, President Feng."

"You all take the other elevator. Wait for me at the main entrance."

"Yes, sir." Although none of his team understood the reasoning, they didn't dare question it and obediently took the staff elevator downstairs.

Now standing in front of the elevator operated by Luo Yaoyao, Feng Chen Yi's cold expression showed a rare flicker of impatience as he kept checking the ascending floor numbers.

"For such a big company, Boson's elevators are incredibly slow," he muttered.

Finally, the elevator doors opened.

Yaoyao looked up—and sure enough, it was that bastard Feng Chen Yi again. Her face darkened instantly, and she pressed the '1' button without a word...

"Miss, did I say I wanted to go to the first floor?"

Patience. Deep breath... Yaoyao forced a smile as he stepped inside. "Then which floor would you like, sir?"

"51st."

Ding. "Sir, we've arrived."

"I remembered wrong—it's the 50th."

Ding. "Here we are."

"No, not that one either. Maybe it was the 49th."

Patience... "Sir, this is the 49th."

"Hmm... doesn't seem right either. Try 48."

"Are you sure it's the 48th this time, sir? Just so you know... electricity isn't exactly cheap." She kept her sweet smile, though her clenched jaw made a faint grinding sound.

"I'm not exactly sure which floor it is—just press all of them. Besides, your company's loaded, right? You can afford a little electricity."

"Oh, we definitely can. I'm just afraid you won't live long enough to walk out of this elevator," she snapped. Her smile vanished as she slammed the 'close door' button, then turned and grabbed him by the collar. "Feng Chen Yi, what the hell are you playing at?!"

"Oh? Is this how Boson treats its clients?"

Still playing dumb. This arrogant jerk. Breathe. Control it...

Slowly, she let go of his collar and smoothed out her blouse. "Haha, sorry, President Feng. I guess I'm just uncultured. Then again... maybe that's exactly why I was dumb enough to fall for a jerk like you!"

Pfft. Feng Chen Yi finally burst out laughing. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, his grin teasing and wild. "My dear Yaoyao, I was just joking. Don't be mad."

"Joking? Feng Chen Yi, what did I ever do to deserve this? It's been two years—and the first thing you do when you see me is mess with me like this? Are you seriously... mentally unstable?" Her voice cracked, and her eyes welled up with tears.

To a spoiled rich boy like him, women were toys. But for her, that first love two years ago had meant everything.

With her hands pressed to his chest, she lowered her head. She had promised herself she would never cry in front of him again. But this sudden, unexpected meeting had shaken her more than she'd expected.

Silence filled the elevator.

Feng Chen Yi's sharp features slowly softened. His cold eyes were now filled with something gentle—tenderness that no one would ever believe he had.

No one could imagine that the arrogant heir from two years ago, now a cold, ruthless CEO, would ever wear such an expression. But he knew—it was a side of him reserved for one person only.

He exhaled softly and reached out to gently pat her head. "Still the same as ever—one little tease and you're about to cry."

"Is that so?" She looked up, blinking away her tears, then shoved him away and said coldly, "The one who hasn't changed... is you." She turned to restart the elevator. "So? Which floor are you really going to, President Feng? If you're still in the mood to play games, I've got plenty of time."

Heh. This little wildcat—he really couldn't look at her the way he used to. Feng Chen Yi shook his head with a silent chuckle. The rare tenderness in his eyes faded back into cold distance. He stepped forward, suddenly pulling her into his arms from behind.

"If you really have that much time... why not spend tonight at my place?"