Chapter 6: A Late-Night Invitation from the CEO; the System Wants Me to Call a Yandere to Catch Us?
“No! I have a reason!” Fu Yue was beyond explaining. “It’s just not convenient to explain.”
“Oh?” Ji Hanmo arched an eyebrow, looking into Fu Yue’s eyes as if trying to see something through them.
Fu Yue felt a bit uncomfortable being watched like that, but he didn’t look away.
Time ticked by, and Ji Hanmo finally averted his gaze.
He gave a grunt, appearing to believe it—or perhaps not.
Then, he returned to his office chair and sat down. The distance between them was restored.
“This land—if you want it, fine. But tell me your proposal.”
Ji Hanmo didn’t press further about the outfit. He picked up a document from the desk and handed it to Fu Yue.
Fu Yue: “???”
He looked at the professional land planning and project budget proposal, his mind a complete blank.
Fu Yue’s meager knowledge of real estate development was limited to terms like “land price” and “floor area ratio” that he occasionally heard in the news.
To someone with a programmer background, the dense data, curves, and professional terminology before him were no different from a heavenly script.
“Well?” Ji Hanmo’s fingertip tapped lightly on the document, but it felt like he was knocking on Fu Yue’s heart. “With me, you won’t get land just by taking off your clothes.”
Ji Hanmo’s expression was cold when he said this.
Fu Yue grumbled in his heart.
He thought he would be pinned to the desk and then this and that…
Instead, they were actually talking business?
Could it be that Ji Hanmo was—immune to his Heartthrob Halo? If so, that would be wonderful!
Fu Yue’s mood brightened. Pointing at a lush green area on the planning map, he squeezed out a smile: “Uh, I see this plot has a very high green coverage. The Feng Shui must be excellent.”
The office went silent instantly.
Ji Hanmo’s hand, which had been reaching for a water glass, stopped.
His gaze shifted from initial coldness to a bit of disappointment, as if he were looking at a clown.
Fu Yue tried to salvage it: “Or… we could build a… a massive e-sports theme park!”
“Introduce VR technology to create an immersive experience! This is definitely the future trend!” Fu Yue tried to use his speed of speech to cover his lack of confidence.
The last trace of expression vanished from Ji Hanmo’s face.
He leaned back in his chair, quietly watching Fu Yue.
Just as Fu Yue thought he was about to be successfully kicked out, Ji Hanmo finally spoke in an indistinguishable tone:
“In the Fu family, is living as a useless person safer than living as a smart one?”
Fu Yue was startled.
Fragments of descriptions about the original owner’s background from the novel surfaced in his mind.
This wealthy young master, Fu Yue, had two older brothers and two older sisters. The Fu family was a prestigious wealthy family in Haicheng; the family situation was bound to be complex, and there would be no shortage of infighting among the children.
Now, Fu Yue had a perfect excuse to step down.
“Tonight has been so smooth; my purity is saved,” Fu Yue rejoiced in his heart, but then realized something was wrong.
The Ji Hanmo problem was solved, but there was still Shen Junnian who was rushing over to “rescue” the scene.
He had to get out of here fast!
“Chairman Ji, I just remembered I have something urgent. I’ll take my leave now.” Fu Yue suddenly spoke.
Then he stood up, picked up the document, walked around the desk toward Ji Hanmo, and tried to return it to him.
Seeing him about to leave, Ji Hanmo’s expression was a bit complex. There was some expectation, some disappointment, but most clearly, helplessness.
“Forget it, you can go.” He sighed softly and nodded to Fu Yue.
But just as Fu Yue had taken a few steps and was near Ji Hanmo, his foot caught the edge of the carpet, and he instantly lost his balance.
Not only did the documents in his hand scatter, but he let out a cry and fell straight forward!
However—
The expected intimate contact with the floor didn’t happen.
Fu Yue’s cheek was buried accurately against a patch of warm, firm fabric.
His nose caught the texture of high-end wool dress pants and the crisp, pleasant scent of cedar from the man.
Fu Yue was sprawled across Ji Hanmo’s lap in an extremely ambiguous posture.
At this moment, he could clearly hear his own heart beating like a drum.
“If you don’t have a good project plan, you’re going to use this move?” The man’s magnetic voice came from above.
Fu Yue wanted to open his mouth to deny it, but as soon as he spoke, he felt his warm breath blowing entirely onto the fabric in front of him.
And somewhere under Ji Hanmo’s trousers…
A change occurred.
Fu Yue’s face went “boom,” burning hot enough to fry an egg.
He tried to scramble up in a panic, but halfway through, a weight settled on his waist.
His lower back was pressed down by a large hand, making him unable to move.
“Why are you running?” Ji Hanmo’s suppressed voice came.
The current posture was slightly better than before, but not by much.
His waist was being firmly pressed against the other’s legs.
And behind him, there was a non-human, fluffy bunny tail.
At this critical juncture, the office door was pushed open.
“Ji Hanmo! Let go of Fu Yue!”
Shen Junnian, wearing a black suit with a long black trench coat draped over it, stormed in furiously.
Then, his gaze froze on the scene in the office—
Fu Yue, dressed in a flashy Bunny Boy outfit, was sprawled across Ji Hanmo’s lap in an unmentionable posture.
Meanwhile, Ji Hanmo sat composed in his chair, one hand still pressing down on Fu Yue’s waist.
This scene was practically an ongoing, shameful punishment play!
“You two!” Shen Junnian trembled with rage, pointing at them, unable to say a full sentence for a long time.
“What about us?” Ji Hanmo looked at Shen Junnian with an arched brow, his tone cold.
“Ji Hanmo!” Shen Junnian took a few steps forward, equally imposing. “Let him go.”
Fu Yue felt as if he had been granted amnesty. Just as he wanted to take the chance to crawl up, the hand on his lower back applied a slight pressure, pushing him back down.
Ji Hanmo! What the hell are you doing?
Fu Yue screamed silently in his heart.
Not only did Ji Hanmo not let go, but he actually flicked Fu Yue’s bunny tail, then looked up at Shen Junnian with composure:
“Why is Young Master Shen so agitated? Young Master Fu and I are discussing the business of the South City plot development.”
Discussing business?
Shen Junnian let out a cold laugh. “Discussing business while letting him wear this? I don’t think you’re discussing the South City plot. What you’re discussing is a ‘spicy’ plot.”
“Believe what you want.” Ji Hanmo’s tone was indifferent. “As for you—trespassing in my office—do you want the Shen family’s stock price to ‘discuss’ things too?”
“The Shen family’s stock price doesn’t need Chairman Ji’s concern.”
Sparks flew between the two, an invisible smoke filling the air.
Fu Yue was caught in the middle, unable to move, wanting only to die on the spot.
You two CEOs can pull at each other all you want, but can you let me, an innocent prop, down first?!
Just as Fu Yue was considering whether to fake a faint or scream harassment—
Click.
That office door was pushed open yet again.
A cool, elegant figure walked in.
The newcomer wore a meticulous fog-gray suit and gold-rimmed glasses, his expression aloof. It was the Vice President of Mary Hospital, Pei Luomian.
Entering to see such a shocking scene, Pei Luomian’s emotions didn’t seem to ripple at all.
He merely pushed the glasses up the bridge of his nose.
His gaze behind the lenses scanned the three of them calmly. Finally, in his habitual doctor’s tone, he spoke placidly:
“Do the three of you need me to prescribe some sedatives?”
“…”
“…”
“…”
The epic farce in Ji Hanmo’s office finally came to an end after Pei Luomian’s arrival.
For the South City plot, Ji Hanmo’s plan was to implement a high-end medical project.
The Pei family was a domestic medical giant.
Thus, Ji Hanmo had invited Pei Luomian to discuss it together.
Pei Luomian was working overtime tonight, which was why the meeting time was set so late.
However, this meeting, which should have been a serious business discussion, turned into an absurd four-person tea party because of Fu Yue in his bunny suit and Shen Junnian who came to “catch an affair.”
The Shen family had a stake in the South City development.
To avoid falling behind, Shen Junnian forced himself to stay.
Ji Hanmo sat in the head seat, having regained his imperial composure. Pei Luomian remained in his calm, professional manner.
Shen Junnian insisted on taking Fu Yue home, so Fu Yue was forced to sit in on this high-level meeting of business titans.
However, the atmosphere of this meeting was a bit hard to describe.
Fu Yue sat in an armchair.
The three men were discussing investments worth hundreds of millions and project plans, but their gazes kept drifting toward him.
Ji Hanmo’s gaze was deep, occasionally sweeping over those slightly twitching bunny ears atop his head.
Shen Junnian adopted the posture of the Shen Group heir, wary of the Pei family taking too much profit.
But his eyes were always fixed on that round, fluffy bunny tail behind Fu Yue.
As for the always-abstinent Pei Luomian, his gaze would occasionally linger on the lines of Fu Yue’s legs, tightly wrapped in his dress pants, for a fraction of a second.
Those gazes, though they had no physical contact, made Fu Yue feel as if several invisible hands were—touching him all over.
As time passed and he heard them repeatedly grinding over several commercial clauses, Fu Yue gradually became numb.
In his mind, he began to calculate how to advance the subsequent plot.
“Is there any good way to get Chen Bai into the Ji Group?” Fu Yue thought.
[Host, the most direct way is to go beg Ji Hanmo.]
The system offered a suggestion in his mind.
Fu Yue looked at the emperor-like man sitting in the head seat, and his heart trembled.
“Better not provoke him.”
[Host, you could also go persuade Ji Linyue.]
“Better not. I’m afraid that damn Heartthrob Halo will ruin the whole novel.”
The person Fu Yue was most afraid to contact in this world was Ji Linyue.
If this novel’s male lead was also attracted to him, losing the hundred million would be one thing, but who knew what kind of perverted punishment he might face.
[Host, your worries are unnecessary. The Heartthrob Halo will not have any effect on the novel’s protagonists, ‘Ji Linyue & Chen Bai CP.’ You can rest assured.]
“Holy crap, why didn’t you say so earlier?”
[Host, you didn’t ask.] The system sounded a bit aggrieved.
While Fu Yue was happily chatting with the system in his mind, he didn’t realize that his hand was unconsciously playing with his plush ears.
The material provided by the system felt too good—soft and with a bit of bounce.
He poked and squeezed them, eventually tying the two ears into a knot.
Shen Junnian, who was in the middle of an impassioned speech, saw this scene, and his voice came to an abrupt halt.
The office suddenly went quiet.
Three burning gazes focused simultaneously on Fu Yue’s mangled bunny ears.
It seemed… he had played too much.
Belatedly letting go, Fu Yue looked like he had lost all hope in life.
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