Chapter 14 The Little Vixen

Go on, keep pretending!
Standing with her arms folded against the doorframe of the study, Chen Aijia watched Yang Changfeng, who seemed to be diligently studying the company regulations. Her lips curled in a cold smile, her heart filled with both disdain and amusement. She knew all too well that this shameless man would inevitably find some unexpected way to wait for her.

Wait?

Chen Aijia frowned, carefully considering the word—it felt inappropriate. She should say that he was obeying her orders, waiting for the boss’s instructions with the attitude of an employee.

Thinking this way, she felt much more comfortable. She breathed out lightly and tapped the door.

Yang Changfeng lifted his head from the pile of documents, pretending to rub his eyes as if he’d been immersed in study. He stared for several seconds, then suddenly sprang to his feet in a manner so exaggerated it was almost comical, trying to act like a subordinate. Yet, his face wore a broad, cheeky smile, without a trace of the restraint or respect a subordinate should show his superior. He said, “Oh, oh, I’m so sorry! I got so absorbed in reading I didn’t notice you’d come down.”

How could someone so shameless exist in this world!

Chen Aijia usually paid attention to her image in front of others, except perhaps when Anya was around—then, if she was truly furious, she might forget herself.

Now, with security guards outside, she couldn’t very well lose her temper with Yang Changfeng; that would seem petty and certainly not befitting a boss’s dignity or authority. If she couldn’t handle even a new employee with calm ease, where would her authority as a boss be?

If employees with greater contributions to the company learned of this and thought the boss weak, they could take advantage openly or secretly, and the company would never operate smoothly.

With her chin held proudly high, Chen Aijia spoke in a lofty, indifferent tone, “Let’s go.”

With other employees, saying this was as casual as exchanging greetings, but with Yang Changfeng, despite her best efforts to make it sound light and airy, she felt a deep sense of frustration.

Don’t rush, don’t fret—keep this bastard close, find his weakness, and there will be plenty of chances for revenge!

Repeating silently to herself to stay calm, Chen Aijia maintained her cool expression and strode out of the building, her steps steady and composed, as if everything was under her control.

Anya had already brought her car around, waiting at the entrance.

Seeing Chen Aijia descend the steps in her clicking high heels, Anya felt an uneasy sensation.

Had she angered her again?

Anya knew Chen Aijia too well. While others saw the beautiful boss walking with the cold elegance everyone expected, Anya could tell that Chen Aijia was using the time on the steps to steady her temper, consciously controlling her stride and even her facial expressions—something she never bothered with when she wasn’t angry.

This behavior could only mean that the rascal had upset Chen Aijia again.

He’d only been around for a few days, hadn’t spent more than two hours total with Chen Aijia—how could he provoke her like a nemesis from a past life, every meeting guaranteed to make her furious, even displaying emotions she’d never shown before?

Anya was baffled. She couldn’t understand why Chen Aijia insisted on clashing with Yang. She was the boss, fully capable of maintaining a superior attitude in the face of any challenge or teasing from Yang. Yet she chose to engage with him. Was it possible that some people were destined to be rivals, meeting at a certain age to clash?

Suddenly realizing that “teasing” seemed disrespectful to the boss, Anya stuck out her tongue and made a silly face at herself. As Chen Aijia stepped onto the foundation of the building, Anya quickly got out to open the rear car door.

But to her surprise, Chen Aijia ignored the open door, standing before the car and staring blankly at the luxury vehicle she’d owned for nearly a year, ridden in almost daily. A sly smile suddenly appeared on her face.

Anya shivered. She watched as Chen Aijia personally opened the passenger door, slipped in gracefully, and said with a cheerful smile, “Don’t just stand there, get in.”

That meant Yang would sit in the back?

Boss, you’re the boss. Not sitting in the exclusive boss’s seat, but offering the most honored spot to a mere employee—and one who’s practically an enemy—that’s a mistake in the order of things, isn’t it?

After fastening her seatbelt, Chen Aijia couldn’t help but smile smugly, even snapping her fingers as if she were about to enact some carefully laid scheme.

Anya hurried to get in, but Chen Aijia reminded her, “Idiot, close the door! Or are you planning to attend to that rascal?”

Attend to him?

It wasn’t that Anya’s mind was impure, but the combination of those words between a man and a woman carried a rather unsavory implication.

Her cheeks flushed, Anya quickly closed the door and scrambled inside, glancing at Chen Aijia in the mirror.

With a sudden smack, Chen Aijia slapped Anya’s thigh—a move she’d never made before. Anya let out a startled cry, like a kitten, shocked by the unexpected gesture.

“What’s with your reaction, why are you being so flirty?” Chen Aijia’s response was even stranger, her gaze roving over Anya’s office attire, suddenly leaning in to ask teasingly, “You’re not in love, are you? That can’t be; I haven’t seen you meet up with anyone!”

Anya’s heart raced. Relationships between women could be odd, especially between boss and employee.

A female boss touching her female employee’s thigh—rare, unless the boss had unusual preferences.

But Chen Aijia wasn’t that type.

Anya began to understand—her boss was happy.

Just moments ago, she was furious, and now—what had happened? Had she mastered the art of changing faces?

Anya was confused again. She felt her boss was becoming more like a normal woman—capable of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, even losing her composure when delighted.

Wait, but why wasn’t Chen Aijia a normal woman?

Watching her closely, Anya saw a beautiful face, a sexy figure, delicate skin, noble temperament, and dignified demeanor—the same Chen Aijia as before. Yet lately, something had changed.

She was angrier, more prone to losing herself, as she had just done.

A strange thought suddenly occurred to Anya: “The boss is becoming more and more like a little vixen!”