Chapter 11: Never Let Your Words Get the Better of You

Chen Aijia glanced curiously at Wang Hu, then at Yang Changfeng. Did two grown men really need to shake hands with such intense "we should have met sooner" sentiment? Suddenly, a sense of foreboding rose in her heart. Could these two actually end up colluding with each other? If that happened, it would be disastrous—Wang Hu was the company’s local tyrant, and Yang, shameless and unruly. Their cooperation would spell catastrophe for the entire company.

Chen Aijia felt it was necessary to add another layer of restraint for Yang Changfeng.

Anya, meanwhile, noticed something unusual. She knew how arrogant Wang Hu could be. Meeting Yang Changfeng for the first time, Wang Hu would surely try to intimidate him. That fierce slap earlier was obviously meant to embarrass Yang. But perhaps Yang was secretly a master? Otherwise, how could one explain Wang Hu’s grimacing now?

Anya suddenly wanted to suggest that Chen Aijia treat Yang Changfeng more kindly—not for any other reason, but because he was a talent that could be greatly exploited. Yet, considering Chen Aijia’s personality, Anya immediately dismissed the idea of proposing this now. Aijia would probably think she was siding with Yang.

Yang Changfeng slowly released Wang Hu’s hand, smiling amiably. “Captain Wang, quite the grip you have. Seems you’re a master yourself. I hope to learn much from you in the future.”

Wang Hu cursed silently. “Learn from your uncle! Just wait, even if you’re a dragon, in my hands you’ll have to coil!”

Chen Aijia was always unsettled by things she couldn’t see through or control. Another idea occurred to her, and she immediately interrupted the two men subtly competing with each other, knocking on the table. “Enough. If you want to chat, take it outside. Listen carefully, Captain Wang: is the security department fully staffed now?”

Wang Hu’s tongue still hadn’t fully recovered; the pain radiated from his fingers, and only those who experienced it could understand.

“Yes, we’re not short-handed anymore.” He secretly resented both Yang and now even Chen Aijia, plotting ways to get back at them. But on his face, he showed nothing but respect. “Rest assured, Ms. Chen. The security department will work even harder and do our job well, never betraying your trust.”

Hmm?

Chen Aijia was even more surprised. What was this sudden display of respect? Most people in the world fear the strong and bully the weak. Those who appear tough are especially so. Wang Hu was usually domineering because he was the most unruly and powerful person in the company. Now, with someone even more unruly and powerful present, he instinctively lowered his posture. It’s a universal instinct, submitting to strength and worshipping power—no exceptions.

Shaking her head, she brushed off what she thought must be a misperception. In a calm tone, she said, “I hope you mean what you say. All right, you may go.”

When Yang Changfeng reached the door, she suddenly called out, “Hey, you... wait.”

Yang Changfeng turned, still smiling. “What is it? Are you going to give me a raise? I didn’t really do anything—it was all my duty.”

Chen Aijia snapped, “You... forget it. Wait after work this afternoon. I’ll treat you to dinner and discuss a few things. I hope you can—”

Before she finished, Yang Changfeng beamed. “Really? Oh, don’t worry, if someone invites me to dinner, I never refuse! I’ll wait for you after work. Don’t stand me up!”

He dashed out, closing the door behind him. Sure enough, something crashed against the door from inside.

The girl’s temper was fierce—if this continued, it wouldn’t be good for her health!

Whistling, Yang Changfeng clapped his hands, slung the bag containing one hundred fifty thousand over his shoulder. He didn’t mind that it was a woman’s bag, or that it was used. As long as it could hold money, it was a good bag.

Inside the office, Chen Aijia’s face flushed bright red with embarrassment and anger as she stared at the shoe lying by the door. She never imagined she’d ever take off her shoe and throw it at someone.

Elegance, dignity—that’s right, don’t get angry, whatever you do, don’t get angry!

Taking deep breaths, she went through several yoga poses before finally calming herself. She walked over to pick up her crystal high heel, about to put it back on, when another possibility occurred to her. Her expression shifted dramatically.

Should she really do that?

But if that bastard pushed his luck, thinking her action meant something else, what then?

Chen Aijia spent the entire afternoon deep in thought, accomplishing nothing, just pondering her own dilemma. Anya was so frightened she thought Yang Changfeng had angered her so much she couldn’t even work, and anxiously stayed in the office. When it was finally time to leave, seeing Chen Aijia stand up normally, clench her fist and wave it for encouragement, saying “Go for it,” Anya finally suppressed her urge to send Chen Aijia to the hospital.

Following Wang Hu into the elevator, Yang Changfeng smiled and made small talk with the surly Wang Hu. “Captain Wang, I’m new here and don’t know much. I hope you can guide me. Rest assured, I’m not pretending—I sincerely want your instruction so I can quickly become qualified for a security post. Please, don’t hold back: criticize me as needed, guide me as needed. I’ll accept everything with humility and study diligently!”

Wang Hu’s nose almost twisted in rage. He replied sarcastically, “What qualifications do I have to teach you? Ms. Chen sent you herself. In the security department, I’m the director, you’re the deputy. No one dares tell you what to do. Please, you must guide us, criticize us. If the security department falls short anywhere, don’t hesitate to raise trouble with whoever’s responsible. After all, that’s for the company’s development, right?”

Yang Changfeng put on a face of sudden enlightenment, hurriedly reaching to shake Wang Hu’s hand again, slapping his forehead with his left hand. “Oh dear, I should have called you Director Wang. Look at me—not at all versed in social etiquette. Please forgive me, Director Wang.”

Wang Hu shuddered, quickly hiding his hands behind his back, sneering. “You must have had a hard life. So, you asked Ms. Chen for a job—she didn’t look down on you, did she? Probably not, right? She’s pretty good to her relatives, don’t you think?”

His words carried a mocking tone, and his eyes, dried out from too much exercise, looked as if their sockets might crack open at any moment, as though the skin had been stripped away, revealing bone beneath. His whole face took on an eerie, sinister look.

Who was he trying to scare?

Yang Changfeng smiled, a bit shy, yet with a mocking disdain.