Chapter 34: She’s My Woman

"Very well, sir."

Faced with Feng Chenyi's outright provocation, Li Wenfeng had no choice but to keep up appearances, no matter how reluctant he was. "Sales associate, how much are these shoes?"

"Sir, they're 13,000 yuan."

"Get a pair that fits this lady. Wrap them up for me." As he spoke, Li Wenfeng stared at Feng Chenyi provocatively.

But Feng Chenyi acted as if he hadn't noticed and simply pointed toward a rhinestone-studded handbag displayed at the counter. "Sales associate, I'll take that bag."

"Wow, sir, you really have great taste. That handbag is one of only ten in the world, encrusted entirely with Swarovski crystals. Thank you. That'll be 153,000 yuan."

Feng Chenyi smiled and waved casually. A few assistants in suits quickly walked over to the counter to pay.

"Heh, kid, are you really going to keep this up with me?" Li Wenfeng finally lost his composure. "Sales associate, I want everything in this store!"

Just as Yaoyao was about to stop them from escalating things, Feng Chenyi subtly held her back. "Heh, someone using a regular credit card wants to buy out the entire store? Sir, I'd suggest checking your account balance before trying to pay, so you don't end up making a fool of yourself."

"You don't need to worry about that, kid. You think this is a contest of wealth? Let me tell you, my uncle owns this whole department store! You think there's anything I can't get?"

"Oh? So Li Wenbo is your uncle?" Feng Chenyi said while shaking his head with a sigh.

"What, scared now?"

"Scared? Heh, I just think… you might have gotten one thing wrong."

"What? What are you talking about?" Li Wenfeng looked confused.

"This department store was indeed owned by Li Wenbo. But as of this very second, it belongs to me." His gaze turned cold. "Veblen, call Li Wenbo now. Tell him I agree to buy the store."

"Yes, President Feng."

With those powerful words, Li Wenfeng was dumbstruck. "President Feng?! You… you're Feng Chenyi of the Feng Group?!"

In China, aside from the arrogant Yu Aotian of Bo Sen Group, only Feng Chenyi of the Feng Group had the assets to rival him. Li Wenfeng couldn't even dream of matching a single fraction of his wealth. "President Feng… I-I've never had any personal conflict with you… Why go after me like this?"

"You want to know why?" Feng Chenyi's eyes darkened, one hand in his pocket, the other arrogantly pulling Yaoyao into his arms. "You think a girl who's been with me would be impressed by someone like you? With your money? Pathetic."

"She… she's your ex-girlfriend?!" Li Wenfeng was completely stunned. He had assumed Luo Yaoyao was some naïve, inexperienced girl. Who could've guessed her ex was a bonafide heir to a corporate empire? Clenching his fists, he turned and fled, utterly defeated.

Yaoyao was already used to Feng Chenyi's domineering behavior. He had always been like this—even two years ago, anyone who crossed him was quickly dealt with. Of course, his overbearing personality also made it hard for her to tolerate him. But today…

She had to admit, he handled it beautifully. Whatever his motives were, one thing was clear: Li Wenfeng wouldn't dare approach her again.

"Feng—"

"My dear Yaoyao," Feng Chenyi interrupted smugly, "don't tell me that guy was your fiancé. Because if he was, your taste has seriously declined. You'd go for someone with no class?"

Her expression, originally full of gratitude, instantly turned into one of fury. "Fine! I'll admit my taste was never great—otherwise, why would I have fallen for you two years ago?"

His smirk faded. "You're comparing me to him?"

"So what if I am? Is it so hard to believe? Do you really think anyone in this world has less class than you?"

"Luo Yaoyao!" Feng Chenyi withdrew the arm around her shoulders, clenching his fist tightly.

"Heh, don't get so worked up, President Feng. I'm just being honest. And for the record, that guy wasn't my fiancé."

Of course he knew that guy couldn't be her fiancé. But the problem was…

"If he wasn't your fiancé, why the hell were you out alone with him?!" He narrowed his eyes and gave a playful smirk. "Wait… don't tell me your fiancé dumped you? No worries, Yaoyao. Since you're my ex, I'm willing to take you back any time."

What the hell was that supposed to mean? Like she was some piece of trash he could just reclaim? "Ha! That's hilarious. Sorry to disappoint you, but my fiancé and I are doing just fine. And for the record, I can go out with whoever I want. You're just my ex! It's none of your damn business."

"Luo Yaoyao, you—!"

"Congratulations on acquiring yet another company, President Feng. But I can promise you this—I'll never set foot in this department store again. Just being here makes me sick. Goodbye!" She spun on her heel and stormed off.

Feng Chenyi's face turned green with rage…

"Damn it!" He kicked over an entire display rack.

Several assistants quickly rushed over to calm him down. "P-President Feng…"

"Get out of my sight!"

"Bastard! Bastard! Feng Chenyi is the worst man on the face of this planet. I should've never felt even an ounce of gratitude toward him. I shouldn't even look at him!"

Even two days later, on Monday morning as she arrived at work, Yaoyao was still fuming. She had wanted to thank him that day—but of course, he just had to ruin it by running his mouth. Why couldn't they be like normal exes? Some people remain friends after a breakup—so why did seeing him feel like running into an enemy?

"So, Yaoyao, why did you leave so suddenly on Saturday?"

Oh crap. "Sorry, Bai Ling… I wasn't feeling well and had to leave early. Did you have fun at least?"

It was all Feng Chenyi's fault. If he hadn't made her so mad, she never would've forgotten to text Bai Ling.

"It was okay, I guess. Strangely, Li Wenfeng left early too. I'm starting to think… maybe he's not actually into me."

Honestly, a sweet girl like Bai Ling deserves way better than that sleazeball. "Don't worry, Bai Ling. You'll find the right person eventually. Maybe give someone else a chance?"

"Maybe. We'll see. I'm heading to work now."

"Okay, me too." After changing into her work uniform, Yaoyao had just stepped out of the locker room when—

"Luo Yaoyao, come with me to the office." She ran into Manager Zhang.

In his office, Manager Zhang threw a sealed envelope onto the desk in front of her.

"A resignation letter?"

"Luo Yaoyao, I know you've got powerful backers. But after forcibly shutting down the elevator twice on Friday and insulting the Feng Group's second young master, I have every reason to fire you."

Powerful backers? Who the hell was backing her up?

"Yes, Manager Zhang, I admit I was in the wrong on Friday. But… please give me another chance."