Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 538: Cowardly Yet Playful

She grimaced and rubbed her aching waist, feeling her legs tremble with every step she took.

She tiptoed through her morning routine like a thief, then packed up her iconic flight attendant carry-on bag with the utmost speed and quiet.

She gripped the wall tightly with one hand for support, dragging her suitcase with the other. Her gait was slightly unsteady, yet she dared not linger in the "devil's den" for even a second. Before the "great demon king" could open his eyes, she fled like a frightened bird, hastily leaving this "battlefield" that she both loved and feared.

Around 11 a.m., the warm and gentle sunlight lazily filled the bedroom.

Ye Fan habitually rolled over in the soft bedding, stretched out his long arm, and naturally reached out to embrace that warm and fragrant body—but only touched a cold and empty pillow.

His handsome, sword-like eyebrows twitched slightly, a hint of morning languor and confusion in his expression, as he picked up his phone from the bedside table.

The moment the screen lit up, a WeChat message popped up from Chen Wanyu, showing it had been sent half an hour earlier:

[Pitiful][Sad] Great Demon King, I'm outta here! My flight has already landed in another city! You...you can go and "torture" someone else for a while, okay? (Like Yun Shu?) Please, please give my legs a break! If this keeps up, I'm afraid I'll get fired by the flight attendant! [Crying][Holding head][Kneeling] Please, have mercy! [Pitiful][Pitiful]

Seeing the message overflowing with a desire to survive, even at the cost of "shifting the blame," Ye Fan couldn't help but sit on the edge of the bed and chuckle softly, his chest trembling slightly.

He shook his head with a mixture of helplessness and indulgence, recalling how he had indeed been a little too "engaged" and "excited" last night, thanks to the intense tactile and visual stimulation of the newly purchased "strategic materials."

The battle was so intense that even he himself felt afterwards that it was a bit... well, a bit too much?

However, when his gaze inadvertently swept across the bedside table and he saw the top drawer, which had been pulled open with a noticeable gap, revealing a brand-new stocking box, the meaningful smile on Ye Fan's lips deepened instantly.

This flight attendant is two-faced, timid yet playful...

While verbally pleading for mercy, their bodies were honestly preparing for the next round of "ammunition."

She was clearly already secretly looking forward to the next time they would "fight side by side".

This sweet "cat and mouse game" is far from over.

......

Washing away the last trace of languor left by last night's absurdity, the warm water cleansed his body, and the steam made Ye Fan look like a newly sharpened blade, sharp and radiant.

As he dried his wet short hair with a soft towel, he tapped his fingertips to dial Miao Zi's number.

Nowadays, most of the business and daily operations at the Hongdou Building are managed flawlessly by the shrewd and meticulous Liu Ruyan at the center.

Meanwhile, Miao Zi, who was in charge of the trading room, had just given everyone a paid long vacation with a wave of his hand.

Although Shen Jun and Yang Bin, those two workaholics, were still taking turns monitoring the market, they couldn't cause any significant disturbance.

Within the entire Hongdou system, the only one that Miao Zi currently needs to regularly monitor and ensure efficient operation is the intelligence department headed by Tang Bo.

Since there was no urgent business at the Red Bean Building, Miao Zi must be either at ICBC or at "Minglu Culture" in the Zifeng Tower.

Sure enough, Miao Zi is now with Minglu Culture.

Ye Fan deftly pan-fried a fine M9 steak in the kitchen, quickly filling his rumbling stomach, before heading down to the garage.

The car smoothly merged into the traffic and headed towards Nanjing's landmark—the Zifeng Tower, which pierces the clouds.

The private elevator ascended smoothly and finally came to a steady stop on the 82nd floor, at an altitude of nearly 400 meters, as if one were under a blue dome.

The mirror-like elevator doors slid open silently, instantly revealing the "Minglu Culture" reception area, a modern art space designed by top designers and exuding understated luxury.

With Ye Fan's continuous and massive investment, Minglu Culture has undergone a complete transformation, expanding exponentially in scale. Its office space occupies an entire floor, is staffed with numerous employees, and boasts top-notch equipment, exuding a thriving and ambitious momentum, aiming to become the industry leader.

"Boss? You...you've taken the time to grace us with your presence today?"

Tang Huai'an, the vice president who was working in his private office reviewing the major artist project for the next quarter, looked up when he heard the sound and was so shocked when he saw Ye Fan's figure through the glass wall that he almost jumped up from his leather chair.

He subconsciously rubbed his eyes, and after confirming that he wasn't seeing things, his face was instantly filled with astonishment and disbelief.

Ever since Ye Fan made the final decision and appointed him as the vice president, a position second only to the president, this mysterious and powerful young boss has completely become a hands-off manager, rarely seen and almost forgetting which way the company's main door faces.

While Tang Huai'an was flattered and worked diligently, he couldn't help but wonder if his boss's trust was too laissez-faire.

Now that he has met the real person, how could he dare to be negligent?

He immediately put down the documents in his hand and jogged out of the office to greet her, his posture almost reverent.

"Hello, boss!" Tang Huai'an stopped a meter in front of Ye Fan, his back straight, and called out in a very solemn and powerful voice.

That single word "boss" was like a depth charge dropped into a calm lake, instantly creating a silent yet turbulent upheaval throughout the open-plan office area!

The dozens of employees, who were originally engrossed in their keyboards, phones, and documents, seemed to have their movements paused, and all of them raised their heads at once.

Countless gazes, filled with intense curiosity, inquiry, and amazement, were fixed on Ye Fan like spotlights!

Among the grassroots employees of Minglu Culture, there has always been a gossip that is almost like an urban legend: their ultimate boss, who has never shown his face, is an incredibly young, unfathomable figure with a background and looks so good that he can outshine top idols.

However, since Ye Fan rarely showed up, the new employees generally believed that this was just something the veterans in the administration department talked about over tea.

At this moment, the legend has become reality, and the real person is standing right in front of me!

These fresh-out-of-the-ivory-college, inexperienced newcomers to the workplace collectively experienced a brain freeze.

With a tall and upright figure estimated to be over 1.85 meters, his seemingly simple yet exquisitely crafted and tailored casual wear perfectly accentuated his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and golden ratio physique, reminiscent of an ancient Greek sculpture.

That face was so handsome it was almost sinister, with eyes as deep as a cold pool, and especially the mature and imposing presence between his brows that seemed to transcend his years, combined with a relaxed and domineering air, creating a fatally contradictory attraction.