Chapter 135: Overestimating Oneself

Yang Changfeng neither knew nor cared about the mindset of the middle management represented by Wang Lingling regarding company affairs. He certainly didn’t want to be shackled by corporate matters. Being able to clock in daily, escort Chen Aijia and Anya to work, occasionally step out to admire beautiful women, and enjoy some good food—that was more than enough. He had already found his place: to be Chen Aijia’s steadfast protector, to ensure Anya wasn’t bullied, and to keep these two young women safe and sound. That was enough for him.

Making money?

He still had half a billion US dollars in hand. At the current exchange rate, that amounted to over three billion yuan. Compared to Chen Aijia’s worth of hundreds of billions, it was indeed insufficient, but money was only needed to live comfortably. Anything beyond that would be a burden.

Besides, he had a wife who could earn money and who never looked down on him—that was all that mattered. Why demand more?

Yang Changfeng took it all in stride, now simply enjoying the sight of a beauty.

Princess Ye had just returned to the bedroom, wrapped in a garment that barely concealed her flawless, exquisite figure. She dashed back inside so swiftly that Yang Changfeng caught a glimpse of an intimate beauty, which he found difficult to endure, prompting him to want to excuse himself and return to the company.

“Ye, maybe I should head back first…” he began, only to be cut off by Princess Ye.

She hadn’t even closed the bedroom door. As she rustled with her clothes, she snapped, “I never asked you to be responsible, so why are you running away?”

“No, listen to me... well, we haven’t done anything, right?”

Realizing the awkwardness of her words, Princess Ye quickly added, “Alright, it’s nothing. I was careless earlier and forgot you’re a soldier king. Forget it. Wait a moment—we still have to check out the car. Tomorrow they’ll let someone else drive it away. It’s one of the first limited-edition sports cars released globally this year. I’ve waited over a year; I can’t let anyone else snatch it.”

Yang Changfeng felt frustrated. “You really don’t care?”

Within two minutes, Princess Ye reappeared before him, leaving him momentarily stunned.

She had changed into a top that revealed a perfectly rounded, delicate shoulder as smooth and white as jade, exposing only a beautifully elegant neck. Two small, exquisite jade earrings, like raindrops, trembled gently on her refined earlobes and neck, as if two small butterflies fluttered there.

The emerald green top paired with a pleated skirt tinged with gray and flashes of bright white that shimmered subtly under certain light angles revealed just a pair of snow-white, slender legs. Her feet were adorned with gray peep-toe flats resting on gentle slopes, bare of stockings. Her graceful, alluring calves and feet alone were breathtaking. At her ankles, she wore a red anklet, a delicate jade charm entwined with a red thread, contrasting beautifully against her pale skin—utterly enchanting.

Princess Ye smiled softly, her long hair pinned up in a bun reminiscent of a chignon, yet not the coquettish kind of a young girl. Instead, she exuded an alluring elegance and composure, like a maple forest ablaze across the hills in late autumn—an irresistible beauty that one couldn’t help but admire but dared not approach too closely due to its cool, restrained warmth.

“Do I look good?” she asked with a smile.

Yang Changfeng nodded earnestly. “Ye, compared to what I’ve seen of you in the media, you are the very epitome of a woman at this age at her most beautiful. Young girls don’t have this composure; actresses don’t have this genuine elegance. I dare say, you must be a woman who takes exceptional care of herself and knows how to nurture her own grace.”

Princess Ye laughed lightly. “Really? I’m a little envious of those Western actresses—they don’t seem to take great care of themselves, yet they shine so brightly.”

“Come on, I don’t believe you don’t know the truth.”

Yang Changfeng stood, chuckling softly. “Too much humility is the greatest pride of all. Let’s go—you should let more people tell you just how beautiful you really are. I bet today’s auto show will pale in comparison, simply because you take such good care of yourself.”

At her age, mere compliments on her looks no longer pleased Princess Ye. She preferred to hear praise like Yang Changfeng’s, admiring her ability to care for herself. Marcy admired her for precisely that reason and was one of the few actresses Princess Ye favored.

She could easily discern between insincere flattery and genuine admiration.

As they stepped out, Princess Ye linked her flawless hand through Yang Changfeng’s arm, smiling warmly in the sunlight, feeling her entire being radiate warmth.

Of course, the awkward yet sensuous scene from a few minutes earlier still lingered on her cheeks. She was well aware she remained somewhat embarrassed.

Recalling the rumors outside calling her a certain derogatory name, Princess Ye smiled faintly, thinking to herself, “How many of those lies are deliberately fabricated? It’s anyone’s guess.”

She smiled serenely as they entered the elevator. Then she asked Yang Changfeng, “I heard you’re competing with that star named Lan for a woman—is that true?”

Before he could reply, her eyes flashed with cold light as she said firmly, “I heard you already made that nobody lose out. Want me to help you completely eliminate any chance of him stealing Marcy from you?”

“Who spread those rumors?”

Yang Changfeng sensed Princess Ye’s anger. With her status, how could she hate a mere celebrity so much? For her, a mere gesture or attitude would be enough to end any star’s career.

But now, she was truly angry.

“Don’t listen to nonsense. I keep my distance from actresses,” Yang Changfeng assured her.

Princess Ye said nothing. Yang Changfeng turned to her, serious. “Ye, how did that guy offend you to make you this angry? Don’t bother with those people—they’re just looking for any hot topic to trend online. Getting mad at them is pointless.”

He was thoughtful, after all.

Princess Ye shook her head, sighed softly, and whispered, “You know my private life is simple. Some people fear I have even a breath left, so they try every means to provoke me. That star probably chose sides. When talking to some newcomers in the entertainment industry, he warned them not to associate with me, calling me that derogatory name.”

Wasn’t that blatant competition?

Princess Ye owned a small but influential entertainment company, representing more than a dozen veteran artists. In today’s youth-driven entertainment world, she wasn’t opposed to cultivating new talent. Yet such business slander was clearly understood by her.

But this struggle—what was Lan Yi Heng anyway? How could he possibly meddle?

Wasn’t that courting death?