The car slowly pulled out of the company building. I drove leisurely along the main road—safety first, after all. My mind was still replaying the scene from earlier when I ran into that Qingqian baby. She's probably preparing to fly off into the sunset with my scumbag ex-husband by now. Lin Xuyan and her, living it up without a care in the world, spending the fortune my mother left behind. Just wait. I won't let you two enjoy yourselves for long.
As I was lost in thought, suddenly, a car from the left lane swerved into my lane without signaling. The driver cut in so abruptly and came so close that we nearly collided!
I slammed on the brakes, and the car jolted violently from the sudden stop. The force of it threw both Fang Yichen and me forward, almost knocking our heads. A surge of anger flared inside me. What kind of reckless driver does that? Thank goodness I reacted fast.
I quickly rolled down the window and yelled, "What the hell are you doing? Can't you watch where you're going? Cutting in without signaling—are you trying to kill someone?"
Fang Yichen watched me coldly as I vented, making no move to join in. Even though he'd almost been in an accident too, all he did was impatiently urge me, "Enough. Just drive."
I rolled the window back up, glancing at the rearview mirror out of habit. His fingers were clenched tightly around the armrest, his expression tense.
I couldn't resist teasing him. "What, are you scared? That got to you?"
He scoffed. "Your driving skills are just that terrible."
"Pfft!" I shot back. "That was obviously the other driver's fault. Did you not see me yelling at him? He didn't even react." Since he'd said he couldn't drive, I figured he probably didn't even have a license. "Ugh, there's no point explaining to someone who doesn't drive. Just know that it was that guy's fault."
A glint of amusement flashed in his eyes. "If I were you, I wouldn't have rolled down the window at all."
I paused, suddenly realizing what he was hinting at. He was reminding me of my current status—I was technically a public figure now. I had an image to maintain.
Still, I refused to back down verbally. Muttering under my breath, I said, "Like I care."
Soon, we arrived at the underground parking lot of Huadu. I turned to him and asked, "Can I go now?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Of course not. You still have to stay and be my assistant."
I stared at him, wide-eyed. "What? I'm your driver and now your assistant too?"
His tone was matter-of-fact. "Believe me, I'm not thrilled about it either. But if you hadn't injured Leo, I wouldn't need you."
I sighed in frustration and explained—again, "I already told you, Leo fell on his own! I just happened to be there when it happened!" I was seriously starting to wonder if this CEO even understood human language.
He waved his hand dismissively, signaling for me to hand him some documents. Resigned, I let out another sigh. If Leo was both a driver and an assistant, his salary had better be doubled...
Huadu was one of the largest business clubs in S City, originally built during the Republican era. After a century of history, its interior remained lavishly decorated, exuding an air of classic elegance. Many high-profile deals were made here. My mother had even brought me here when I was little. Thinking back to those days when it was just her and me against the world, a faint sadness welled up in my chest.
Fang Yichen seemed to notice my shift in mood, but he only glanced at me briefly without a word.
We left the parking lot and took the elevator upstairs. The atmosphere inside was heavy with silence. Suddenly, a thought occurred to me, and I cautiously asked, "Is it really okay for someone with my identity to be your assistant?"
Fang Yichen replied flatly, "This is Huadu, not a marketplace. No one's going to chase you down for photos."
I shook my head internally. How would I know? It's not like I've ever been an influencer before...
The elevator doors opened, and we stepped into an extravagantly furnished private room. Inside sat a portly middle-aged man. When he saw us—no, more accurately, when he saw me—his eyes lit up instantly. Fang Yichen's face also broke into a rare smile, though it was clearly forced.
The middle-aged man's gaze lingered on me, his smile turning sleazy as he remarked, "Mr. Fang, your new assistant is absolutely stunning..."
The way he stared at me, as if undressing me with his eyes, made me deeply uncomfortable. I instinctively moved closer to Fang Yichen.
Fang Yichen's brow furrowed slightly, his tone laced with displeasure. "Let's focus on business, Mr. Chen. Jokes like that aren't necessary."
He subtly shifted, placing a hand on my shoulder to guide me behind him.
Mr Chen smirked, clearly already spinning some vulgar assumptions in his head—probably thinking there was something inappropriate between Fang Yichen and me. But standing behind Fang Yichen, I did feel a little safer.