Chen Ke, the head of Yalan International PR Department, was a close sister to Su Yinxue.

She was one of the original members of Yalan International, which she co-founded with Su Yinxue.

In the company, everyone knew not to provoke Chen Ke, for she was not to be trifled with.

Although she was young, she was a high-achieving graduate from MIT in the Mysterious Country.

For the sake of starting a business with Su Yinxue, she had abandoned a high-level executive position at a multinational corporation and joined Yalan International without a second thought.

Chen Ke had a proud and domineering personality and ruled with an iron fist.

Under her iron-hand management, the PR Department became the most elite force of Yalan International.

There were hardly any contracts or business that they couldn't secure; their combat effectiveness was incredibly fierce.

Obviously, when Yang Fei joined Yalan International, he encountered a high-level executive like Chen Ke.

His end was bound to be miserable!

It was not that Su Yinxue intentionally wanted to make things difficult for Yang Fei.

She simply didn't trust him.

This guy had a natural player's charm, which, to women, was like fatal honey.

Even knowing they might get hurt, they would still charge headlong into becoming his prey without hesitation.

However, Chen Ke was not an ordinary woman.

Her wisdom, shrewdness, and pride were not likely to take an interest in Yang Fei.

Most importantly, Su Yinxue knew Chen Ke well.

She didn't like men at all.

Sometimes, Su Yinxue even wondered.

Could Chen Ke's preferences be somewhat questionable?

As Su Yinxue thought about this, a mischievous smile like that of a child's appeared on her face.

Yang Fei had no idea he had been set up.

That very night, Yang Fei sneakily slipped into Zhang Lifang's room.

Together, they had an intense and satisfying exchange of friendship.

The two fulfilled lonely men and women both released their hormones then fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, after practicing his Kung Fu, Yang Fei returned to the hall.

He proudly announced to the other women that he would be seriously going to work.

No sooner had Yang Fei finished speaking than he was met with a fierce bombardment from several women.

Lin Xueyi helped the maids tidy up the cutlery while she gently asked,

"How did you come up with the idea of going to play at Yalan International? What exactly happened?"

Yang Fei immediately protested,

"Sister Xueyi, I'm going to work, not to play."

"Humph, that calf must have his eyes on that little white-collar worker at Yalan International."

"He's trying to infiltrate the company to get close to her. When does a director go to work like that?"

Zhang Lifang said sharply, her eyes filled with a lazy smile.

The night before, Yang Fei had worn her out four times.

Zhang Lifang, not wanting to show any weaknesses, forced herself out of bed feeling utterly drained.

"I agree with Sister Li Fang, Brother Fei must have taken a fancy to that little beauty at Yalan International."

"How annoying, I'm not that bad either, why would Brother Fei look far and wide?"

Xiao Xuanya immediately kicked a man when he was down and threw a flirtatious glance at Yang Fei.

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Listening to the girls' chatter, Yang Fei's face suddenly was covered in black lines.

"Why don't you believe me? I just feel that it's very tough for Yinxue to support the entire group company on her own."

"I want to help her shoulder some of the burden, after all, I am a 'pure' man."

Yang Fei's last remark elicited both laughter and scolding from the women.

In the midst of the women's shelling, Yang Fei fled from the house in embarrassment.

His current title was that of a new employee at Yalan International.

Though in the past two days, Yang Fei had frequented the president's office at Yalan International.

However, besides a few limited individuals like the Head of Security Yang Peng and Finance Department's Yang Xingye,

nobody knew his true identity.

In order to conceal his identity, Yang Fei couldn't even drive his Land Rover anymore.

He would squeeze onto the subway to go to work early in the morning, just like many other white-collar workers.

The morning subway was filled with the breath of city life.

It was crowded with all sorts of people.

There were green-looking schoolgirls, office ladies busy touching up their makeup, suit-clad gentlemen deep in thought, and plainly-dressed migrant workers.

Of course, there were also young couples, hugging each other without any reservations, openly displaying their affection.

Even before he had bought a car, Yang Fei rarely took the subway.

He still adhered to the iron rule that he had developed in the military.

If it was less than ten kilometers, he would run there.

Therefore, everything around him on the subway felt quite novel to Yang Fei.

After passing several key stations, the subway became more crowded.

Yang Fei gave up his seat to an older man with leg problems.

He then stood stationary in the middle of the carriage like a nail.

Suddenly, Yang Fei's eyes narrowed.

In the crowd, he spotted an extremely rare beauty.

The beauty was tall, wearing a white trench coat, which left no doubt about her slender figure.

Her wavy hair, dyed a wine red, added a touch of enchantment to her delicate oval face.

She carried the unique intelligent and sharp demeanor of a professional woman.

It was clear that the beauty was not accustomed to taking the subway.

Because her standing position was right in the middle of the subway aisle, surrounded by people on all sides.

In such a location, at such a crowded time, she was inevitably a target for pickpockets.

And what's most important was that such an attractive beauty,

would inevitably attract men who might try to take advantage of the situation to cop a feel.

The beauty carried a small women's bag, her body swaying rhythmically with the movement of the train.

To see such a pleasant scene early in the morning was indeed a very joyful thing.

However, after only a glance, Yang Fei realized.

Three or four strangers with ill-intentions had already surrounded the beauty.

Yang Fei chuckled to himself.

Such a classy beauty, well-dressed and refined.

But most importantly, she seemed utterly unaware of the need to be vigilant—it would've been surprising if she hadn't attracted thieves.

Yang Fei squinted, eyeing the four or five people around the beauty, his expression turning sharp.

A middle-aged man wearing glasses was standing behind the beauty.

His eyes, hidden behind the lenses, lecherously fixed on her pert backside.

Meanwhile, a guy to her left took the opportunity during a sudden brake to inch closer to her.

A sharp blade was sandwiched between his fingers.

Besides these two guys,

the other three men were deliberately moving closer to the beauty with each jolt of the subway.

Some eyed her small bag; others were simply after a chance to grope her.

Yang Fei understood that these guys were not together.

Some were pickpockets; others were the so-called wolves on the bus.

One couldn't blame these guys; the beauty was indeed very attractive.

Her elegant and efficient demeanor as a city office lady,

was simply irresistible to men of that ilk.

At that moment, the middle-aged man with glasses noticed Yang Fei's watchful gaze.

His eyes widened with a glare full of intimidation at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei let out a sneer, unblinking as he watched the sleazy man with glasses.

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