Just entering the parking lot, Lin Hai saw Murong Xue in a sexy black uniform, standing there waiting for him.

"President's wife is so supportive, not only providing a luxury car but also a female secretary." Lin Hai felt very happy inside.

Soon after, a Female Battle Lord dressed in jeans and a stylish, fresh outfit also arrived in the parking lot.

"Over here, Miss Han, over here!" Lin Hai waved his hands.

The Female Battle Lord nodded with a smile and sat in the passenger seat of the Maybach.

Murong Xue was slightly surprised inside. She knew a bit about Miss Han's status, who seemed to be President Ouyang's life assistant, a level higher than her minor secretary role, equivalent to the treatment of department managers and chief directors in the company.

Even because Miss Han was closer to President Ouyang, her status was above those chief directors.

But she was curious inside about what exactly was Lin Hai's relationship with President Ouyang? Otherwise, it seemed President Ouyang let him do whatever he wanted.

Just like this time, President Ouyang's order to her was to act according to circumstances and fully cooperate with Lin Hai's showing off.

When she heard this order, Murong Xue was stunned for a long time before she slightly understood, but she didn't quite know how to show off next.

"Brother Lin, should I pretend to be your wife later, or?" Han Qin'er asked straightforwardly.

Lin Hai thought for a moment and blandly said: "The status doesn't matter, it doesn't need to be too specific, just help Fan Jian more at the time."

Han Qin'er nodded, although usually she was indifferent and aloof, she was still one of the top assassins, skilled in disguise, comparable to a Hollywood actress, but usually she was just too lazy to bother.

"Let's go, help my brother regain his dignity! And shock those snobbish jerks to death!"

Lin Hai fiercely threw away the cigarette butt, stomped down on the accelerator, and the Maybach sped off, almost taking a cloud along with it.

..........

On the other side, Fan Jian's negotiation had also begun.

"Kid, take a good look at yourself in the mirror, do you think with your poor self, you are worthy of Qianqian?" The middle-aged sleazy man spoke ruthlessly.

Fan Jian bit his lips stubbornly, silent, looking at Qianqian.

"Hmph!" Qianqian snorted coldly and turned her head away, refusing to look at Fan Jian.

"Do you have a house?" asked the middle-aged sleazy man.

Fan Jian shook his head, his eyes saddening.

"Do you have a car?" the middle-aged sleazy man asked again.

Fan Jian's face grew even more somber.

"Then do you have savings? Just over ten thousand is fine," the middle-aged man pressed further.

"No—" Fan Jian's voice was as faint as a mosquito's.

For a man to be asked such questions and not be able to proudly answer is a deep humiliation.

Fan Jian felt his face burning painfully.

"Can you provide Qianqian with twenty thousand yuan a month for her pocket money?"

Fan Jian found this voice exceedingly grating.

The middle-aged sleazy man smiled smugly, deliberately slamming the BMW car keys on the table with a bang, appearing utterly complacent.

Qianqian, this kind of girl, just falls for this trick, suddenly thinking the middle-aged sleazy man's action was extremely cool and awesome, making her heart blossom brightly.

"Husband, you spoke so well," Qianqian sweetly called the middle-aged man.

Fan Jian watched this scene, his teeth clenched tight, fists balled hard, fingers digging deep into his flesh, his eyes filled with despair and desolation.

The middle-aged man smugly grabbed Qianqian's hair, causing her a bit of pain, but she still forced a smile and pushed out a flattering grin.

After fiercely kissing Qianqian on the face, the middle-aged man sneered continuously at Fan Jian.

A blatant slap in the face!

Fan Jian felt a burning pain on his face; he would never forget this humiliation for the rest of his life!

"Useless man, hmph."

Qianqian not only showed no sympathy, but sneered when she saw Fan Jian's worn-out security uniform and looked at him with disdain.

Fan Jian felt a kind of frustrated and inexpressible emotion filling his mind.

At this moment, he realized how insignificant and pitiful he was.

What nonsense all his movie experience, his code expert title, his torrent lord moniker were!

Humiliation, grief, dignity viciously thrown on the ground, spat on, trampled and then stomped on repeatedly, and he was powerless to do anything about it.

Damn myself, why am I so stupid? Why do I have a kind heart, why did I think that diligence would bring success, why am I just a small security guard after all the hard work, why do I have to watch the woman I love get close and intimate with another man, openly mocking and humiliating me.

Why is all this happening!

Gasping heavily through his nostrils, Fan Jian's eyes were bloodshot.

"Kid, wanna fight? You're blind, have you not seen that this street is under Brother Li's protection? I have a special relationship with Brother Li, just one call and I can have you crippled or killed in minutes." The middle-aged sleazy man sneered disparagingly, his eyes gleamed with malice.

He was hoping that Fan Jian would act rashly so he could make a call and easily get rid of this lowly security guard.

After a long time, Fan Jian, shaking violently with his head bowed, still couldn't muster that bit of courage.

"What a coward, I thought security guards were all hot-blooded men, turns out you're just a wimp!"

The middle-aged man spit disdainfully on Fan Jian's face, stood up, and Qianqian immediately clung to his arm.

"Let's go."

The middle-aged man said dismissively.

"Kid, I paid the bill, so no one says I'm unkind. Here's a coin, use it to take the bus."

Saying that, the middle-aged man threw a crumpled one-yuan bill at Fan Jian's face, grabbed the BMW car keys from the table, and swaggered out of the coffee shop with a satisfied stride.

After stepping out of the coffee shop, the middle-aged man paused, his gaze slightly crafty as he thought, then a sly grin spread across his face.

"Qianqian, wanna see me slap him some more?"

"That loser? Hubby, why even bother with him?" Qianqian giggled flirtatiously.

"What? Feeling pity for your ex now?"

"Pfft, that loser can't compare to someone of your esteemed status. Hubby, I don't care, feel free to step on him, I fully support you," Qianqian said heartlessly.

"Okay, then let's wait a moment more and humiliate him thoroughly once more," the middle-aged man said, his sly and hateful smile revealing his love for showing off and stepping on others, especially relishing the sight of despaired faces—it was indescribably delightful.

Fan Jian sat there dazed, his eyes lifeless, an empty shell, with only his breath proving he was still alive, feeling an agony worse than death.

After a while, what felt like an entire century to Fan Jian was only a few minutes.

He stood up emotionlessly, eyes hollow, clenching his fists so hard that a photo of Qianqian he wanted to return to her became crumpled in his palm.

Stepping out of the coffee shop, the sunlight seemed blinding to an extreme.

In this moment, Fan Jian felt deeply disillusioned and desperate towards everything.

"Yo, kid, what's with that lost soul look? Want a ride? Just take off your shoes so you don't dirty my car," sneered the middle-aged man from the BMW, mocking Fan Jian.

Seeing Fan Jian unresponsive, the middle-aged man added more fuel, "Or you can beg me, and I might consider letting Qianqian go back to you."

A spark of life flickered across Fan Jian's eyes, only to fade immediately, he numbly shook his head.

"Waste..."

Before he could finish, suddenly, a Maybach whizzed by dangerously close to the BMW.

Frightened, the middle-aged sleazy man quickly retracted his head like a turtle, barely avoiding the car.

He wanted to curse out loud, but upon noticing it was a Maybach, his pupils shrank, and the words died in his throat.

Lin Hai, with a cigarette in his mouth and black sunglasses, having changed into a brand-new black suit giving off a super bodyguard vibe, stepped out of the Maybach, bowed at a ninety-degree angle in front of Fan Jian with an extremely respectful tone, and said, "Young Master Fan, the boss sent me to pick you up."

...

Silence fell around them, the middle-aged man's eyes nearly popped out, Qianqian was also shocked with her mouth wide open, big enough to fit six Dabangs, and stared in amazement at Fan Jian and Lin Hai.

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