Inside the villa, Chu Mengyao brushed off the annoyance from her mother's phone call.
Chu Mengyao's current situation was quite dangerous. As the president, she didn't have to go to the office; she could handle work matters from the villa. For the important documents that needed her signature, the secretary would naturally bring them to her.
Secretary Shen Yahut paid a visit, and Chu Mengyao opened the door to let her into the villa.
"President, the share transfer contracts and important documents from Zhang Daya and the other three shareholders must be reviewed by you personally," said Shen Yahut, looking enticing in her professional attire that accentuated her voluptuous figure.
Chu Mengyao took the documents from Shen Yahut and casually instructed, "Sit wherever you like. There's something to drink in the fridge, help yourself. Wait until I finish dealing with these documents before you head back. You'll have to handle some work matters for now."
"Go ahead, President, don't worry about me," Shen Yahut nodded with a smile.
She was well aware of the crisis faced by the company and had been worried until she received a call from the president last night. When the representative of Zhang Daya and the three shareholders surprisingly provided the share transfer contracts, she was shocked and elated as she completed all the necessary processing work. She didn't know how the president made Zhang Daya yield, but the president now had firm control over the company, which made Shen Yahut particularly excited.
Chu Mengyao went to review the documents. The company's affairs had to be handled by her personally; no one else could substitute her.
When Shen Yahut walked into the hall, she was stunned, her face displaying rich expressions. She muttered to herself, "Am I seeing things? How is it possible for there to be a man in the president's villa? She has so many suitors, yet none ever gets the chance to even have a meal with her. Who is he? Could he really be staying here? No way!"
Shen Yahut's mouth opened wide, at a loss for words to express her astonishment. She didn't need to pinch herself to know she wasn't dreaming, nor was she hallucinating, the person in front of her was real.
"Hello, may I know how to address you?" Shen Yahut inquired proactively. Having been by the president's side for a while, she was familiar with some of the rich sons and celebrities. Ye Fan, however, made no impression on her.
"Ye Fan," he said casually, introducing himself to Shen Yahut.
"What's your relationship with the president?" Shen Yahut's curiosity got the better of her. She knew the president had a younger sister, apart from her there were no other relatives of a similar age. She immediately sensed that Ye Fan's relationship with the president was not simple.
"Friend!" Ye Fan replied as if it were obvious.
"Friend!!??" Shen Yahut exclaimed, her voice particularly loud, her expression particularly complex.
She felt as if she'd heard the most unimaginable thing, her eyes wide with shock.
"The president has a male friend?" Shen Yahut was amazed.
Ye Fan replied exasperatedly, "What? From the look on your face, you don't want Mengyao to have friends?"
"You actually call the president Mengyao, oh my, you're incredible. If the president's suitors find out, you'll be in for a beating." Shen Yahut sat next to Ye Fan, casting him a seductive glance and continued to probe, "Tell me, how long have you known the president? Of course, I hope the president has male friends. As a friend of the president, you must know her well. For you to be her friend, you must have some exceptional qualities."
"I only met Mengyao yesterday. Mengyao is really nice, nothing wrong with her," Ye Fan said earnestly.
"You met yesterday? Come on, you think I'd believe your nonsense?" Shen Yahut rolled her eyes, then poked Ye Fan, speaking in a teasingly enticing voice, "Come on, just tell me, I won't spread the word. As the president's secretary, it's only right to care about her life."
"The secretary's job is to run errands. Does Mengyao's life need your concern?" Seeing that Shen Yahut didn't believe his truth, Ye Fan didn't bother explaining further. He moved away to create distance, as Shen Yahut had gotten too close for comfort. He realized that Shen Yahut was outwardly open but inwardly reserved.
"Are you ignoring my charm?"
Shen Yahut thought to herself. She was a beauty after all, and countless people tried to get close to her. She was even willing to sacrifice a bit of her allure to find out about Ye Fan's relationship with the president. She never expected to be avoided by Ye Fan voluntarily, despite being a beauty herself.
Shen Yahut felt frustrated, like her allure was ineffective on Ye Fan, but she refused to believe it.
"Men are all the same, pretending to be righteous. Trying to play hard to get, huh? Little trickster, your intentions can't fool me. Let's see how I deal with you." Shen Yahut thought quickly in her heart.
She gave a charming smile and then clung to Ye Fan's arm, speaking in a voice so soft it could melt bones, "Ye Fan darling, just tell me. Let sister know what your relationship with the president is, and how you met. I'll agree to any of your requests, even if it means sleeping with you. I'll perform any action you want, how about that?"
Inwardly, Shen Yahut thought smugly, "I just don't believe you can resist. Once you show your lust, you'll make a fool of yourself."
With fervent eyes, Shen Yahut gazed at Ye Fan, her soft eyes brimming with a seductive, exhilarating allure.
"You really want to know?" Ye Fan asked with amused interest, as Shen Yahut's little scheme was obvious to him.
"Yes, I really do." Shen Yahut blinked her eyes, her enchanting gaze dazzling. She felt more confident, knowing Ye Fan was about to succumb. How could anyone not, in her hands?
"Your performance isn't enough for me to tell the truth. First, try making some moaning noises. If I'm satisfied, I might fulfill any request of yours," Ye Fan said seriously, having found a way to deter Shen Yahut's advances.
Stunned, Shen Yahut felt the turn of events was out of her control, leaving her flustered.
"Bastard," she spat, blushing, angrily letting go of Ye Fan.
She understood now that Ye Fan was just toying with her. She had wanted to play Ye Fan but ended up being played.
Moaning, sheesh, she couldn't possibly do something so embarrassing.