Chapter 13: Don’t You Dare Have Designs on Ji Linyue
Fu Yue finally realized how difficult this all-night “training” was to endure.
“Business isn’t about reasoning; it’s about interests.”
Ji Hanmo’s voice was deep and as pleasant as a cello, echoing in this spacious office.
“To persuade the board, you can’t just draw them a ‘pie in the sky’ for the future. You have to tell them…”
As Ji Hanmo spoke, he used his fountain pen to draw several circles on the paper, representing the different factions commonly found on the board.
His voice was neither hurried nor slow; his speech was sometimes like an interrogation, sometimes like guidance.
“What you’re saying is too vague. They won’t understand, and they won’t believe it,” Ji Hanmo criticized mercilessly. “Think again.”
Fu Yue still couldn’t hit the mark.
Just as he finished speaking, a large, well-defined hand reached over and used that expensive fountain pen to give his finger a tap—neither heavy nor light.
Snap. It didn’t hurt, but the meaning was clear.
“Use your brain, Fu Yue,” Ji Hanmo’s tone was stern.
Fu Yue pulled his hand back, rubbing his reddened knuckle.
Those terrifying punishment plays he had imagined didn’t happen, but this intellectual crushing and the “physical punishment” akin to a teacher disciplining a student didn’t make him feel much better.
Throughout the night, every second felt like a year to Fu Yue.
Sometimes he truly didn’t understand those business tricks and felt frustrated by a single look from Ji Hanmo; other times he had to pretend not to understand, yet feared acting too stupid and being hit on the hand by the man’s pen.
Fu Yue was about to have a mental breakdown.
The worst part was that the distance for this “teaching” was too close.
Ji Hanmo would lean over, pointing to a spot on his draft, his warm breath fanning over his ear and making him shudder.
And that cold fountain pen would occasionally tap lightly on the back of his hand—meaning you got it right.
Fu Yue himself was constantly in a state of disarray.
This cotton bathrobe was far too disobedient.
If he sat for just a bit too long, the loose collar would unconsciously slide open.
When he leaned over the desk to draw, the hem of the robe would keep sliding to the sides.
A pair of long, straight, dazzlingly white legs were thus exposed to the air without any cover.
Fu Yue was racking his brain trying to figure out how to answer the new question Ji Hanmo had posed, completely unaware that he was already “leaking spring light.”
In the office, he was forced to think about these business problems.
Suddenly, things seemed to darken.
Ji Hanmo had stood behind him at some point, his tall figure completely enveloping him.
Just as Fu Yue wanted to turn his head, a warm hand was placed lightly on his waist, preventing him from standing up.
That spot… was too sensitive.
Through the thin layer of the bathrobe, he could clearly feel the burning temperature of Ji Hanmo’s palm.
The man behind him slowly leaned down, his warm breath blowing against his nape.
Fu Yue suddenly felt he couldn’t see the document before him clearly, his mind falling into chaos.
What is Ji Hanmo doing?!
Alarm bells rang in Fu Yue’s heart.
“This problem,” Ji Hanmo’s voice was so deep it was like a whisper inside his ear.
One of his hands reached past Fu Yue’s shoulder, his long fingers pointing to the diagram before him.
But all of Fu Yue’s attention was focused on the palm on his lower back, which felt as if it were about to set him on fire.
“Needs to be prioritized.”
The man’s chest was almost pressed against his back.
A sense of invasive control and intimacy made Fu Yue’s breathing nearly stop.
—Too close.
So close he could even feel Ji Hanmo’s heart beating, pulse after pulse.
After finishing that point, the finger Ji Hanmo had on the diagram didn’t pull back.
That long finger followed the business module, continuing to slide downward.
Fu Yue was forced to follow the movement of that finger.
The finger stopped on a box representing an independent business line.
Inside the box were the words—”Fengchi” Racing Club.
Ji Linyue’s property.
The man behind him used his finger to tap twice on the word “Fengchi.”
“Fu Yue,” Ji Hanmo’s voice rang in his ear, “Don’t you dare have designs on Ji Linyue.”
The words came suddenly, his tone cold as ice.
“I don’t!” Fu Yue almost blurted it out. “I’m not interested in him!”
Ji Hanmo didn’t speak, as if judging whether the words were true.
The silence of the person behind him made Fu Yue nervous. Afraid of complications, he forced himself to continue: “I just think he has a good personality and wanted to make a friend!”
Hearing this explanation, Ji Hanmo suddenly laughed.
“Is that so?” He slowly stood up, finally putting a bit of distance between them. “Then you’d better remember—”
“In the Ji family, the word ‘friend’ isn’t used lightly.”
Fu Yue: “…”
He felt there was a hidden meaning in Ji Hanmo’s words.
But he didn’t dare ask.
Just as he thought he was about to face another difficult question in the next second—
Knock, knock.
The office door was tapped lightly.
Fu Yue looked at his own state and wanted to go to the lounge to hide.
“No need,” Ji Hanmo spoke faintly.
He lightly pressed down on Fu Yue’s shoulder to stop him from fleeing, then pressed the access control button on the corner of the desk.
The door was pushed open, and Monica, the assistant, walked in without looking at anything she shouldn’t.
There was a permanent smile on her face, and she acted as if she couldn’t see the bizarre scene before her.
“Young Master Fu.” Monica placed a large paper bag with a high-end menswear logo on it gently before Fu Yue. “These are the clothes prepared for you.”
Then, she handed over a USB drive.
“The technical team worked through the night and has finished decoding the ECU. These are the results.”
Ji Hanmo took the USB drive and tossed it casually onto the desk.
“Fine, that’s all for today,” he finally gave the word, speaking as if to Fu Yue and himself.
Fu Yue felt a weight lift from his heart. He grabbed the bag and walked quickly into the lounge.
Opening the bag, he found a brand new set of men’s clothing—from inside to out, even socks and leather shoes were perfectly prepared. The style matched his temperament, and the size fit perfectly.
As Fu Yue changed, he was distracted thinking about the “Ji Linyue & Chen Bai” pair.
“Chen Bai, oh Chen Bai…” Fu Yue looked at his dark circles and the faint red on his ears that hadn’t faded. “To shove you beside Ji Linyue, I’ve truly paid a massive price!”
It was early morning when he left Ji Hanmo’s office.
The technical team had dispersed, and Monica had finished work. The entire building was silent, with only the security guards on duty patrolling on schedule.
Ji Hanmo should still be in the office.
Would this man take a nap in the lounge? Or continue working and start the day directly?
Fu Yue leaned against the metal wall of the elevator, his energy almost depleted, letting his thoughts wander.
Ji Hanmo was truly terrifying.
Back then, where did the original owner get the courage to provoke this great deity?
But he had to admit, this person was incredible.
He was decisive in predicting industry trends and tracks, daring to bet small for big gains. Many of his business thoughts were things Fu Yue wouldn’t even dare imagine.
He instinctively touched the business card in his pocket.
The phone number on it was quite cliché—a string of eight ‘8’s.
On Fu Yue’s drive home, the sky had turned a faint bluish-white.
The city was in that state between waking and sleep.
The steam rising from the baskets in the roadside breakfast shops condensed into white mist in the cold air. Morning runners glided past the sidewalk with light steps.
The osmanthus trees by the road still held a few stray bits of lingering fragrance.
Fu Yue was in no mood to appreciate it.
Once home, he wandered into the kitchen, heated up some instant food, and shoved a few bites in.
His energy had been heavily depleted throughout the night.
Anyway, he had showered at Ji Hanmo’s place, so after eating, he headed straight for the large bed in his bedroom.
As his body sank into the soft mattress, he let out a long sigh and pulled the quilt over his head, deciding to sleep until the world ended.
However, less than five minutes after he closed his eyes, the system notification rang in his mind.
[Warning: Primary character Ji Linyue has set out for the “Fengchi” Racing Club, expected to arrive in thirty minutes. Host, please head there as soon as possible.]
“…”
Did it have to be such a seamless transition!
When Fu Yue bounced up from the bed, he felt like both his body and soul had been hollowed out.
Sporting two massive dark circles under his eyes, he grabbed his car keys and headed out, resigned to his fate.
At 8:00 AM in Haicheng, the sky was bright.
Fu Yue drove his McLaren and arrived at the racing club once again.
Because it was early, the track was empty.
In the maintenance area, the morning shift technicians were gathered in small groups chatting. After all, those young masters never got up before noon.
Fu Yue parked his car in an inconspicuous corner and didn’t get out immediately.
It wasn’t time for him to make an appearance yet.
Not long after, a black Maserati stopped at the club entrance.
The door opened, and Ji Linyue, dressed in athletic wear, stepped out.
Today, he was here for a final inspection before the big race in three days; his expression was even more serious than usual.
Chen Bai immediately went to meet him. He hadn’t had time to change into his work uniform and was wearing a white shirt, which made his delicate and beautiful face look even more striking.
“Mr. Ji, good morning.” He handed a can of black coffee to Ji Linyue with both hands.
Ji Linyue paused, his gaze sweeping over Chen Bai’s slightly weary face.
“Didn’t sleep well last night?” His voice held concern.
“I’m okay,” Chen Bai lowered his eyelids. “I’m just a bit worried about the race. Over the past few days, I’ve heard feedback from the technicians…”
Fu Yue observed from a distance, seeing Chen Bai and Ji Linyue standing face-to-face, talking in low voices.
Chen Bai looked up slightly, while Ji Linyue looked down a bit.
There was less than a fist’s distance between them. Chen Bai was about 178 cm, which wasn’t short for a normal person.
But Ji Linyue was a full head taller than him, with broad shoulders and long legs. Standing there, he could almost envelop Chen Bai entirely.
When Chen Bai spoke, his fingers would unconsciously fiddle with his shirt cuff, the tips of his fingers a bit pink—looking nervous or perhaps shy.
Ji Linyue looked down at him with a slight curve to his mouth, occasionally nodding, his gaze never leaving Chen Bai’s face.
Fu Yue watched from a distance, feeling very satisfied, his face full of a “shipping” smile.
The two talked for about twenty minutes before parting.
Afterward, Chen Bai gave Fu Yue a look from afar.
—Your turn.
It seemed Chen Bai’s task was successfully completed.
Fu Yue understood the signal.
He let out a yawn and headed to the maintenance area. Once again, he sat inside that familiar Porsche 911.
Coincidentally, Ji Linyue finished his inspection of the hall and reached the maintenance area.
“Young Master Fu certainly has good spirits, coming to play so early?” Ji Linyue’s tone was flat as he greeted him.
Fu Yue knew Ji Linyue had never liked him much, but he hadn’t shown any hostility either.
After all, they simply weren’t from the same world.
Ji Linyue was the current CEO of the Ji Group. Although his older brother Ji Hanmo was above him, he handled the actual operations of the company.
Having established a firm foothold in the business world at a young age, he was widely recognized as the “Cold-faced Young General” in their circles.
And what about Fu Yue?
He was the notoriously useless second-generation heir of Haicheng.
Racing, clubbing, and constant scandals.
It would be a miracle if two people like that had common topics.
So, Fu Yue didn’t bother with pleasantries and chose to get straight to the point: “President Ji, I think your racing car’s program is no good.”
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