Why is This Troublemaker So Damn Rich?

While wandering around the first floor, he unexpectedly ran into Li Juan again.

"Sister Juan, is your President Xia in Qingzhou these couple of days?"

For Zen and NLB’s store expansion, Jiang’an City was still a prize worth fighting for.

Although the 21 projects at Xinyue Square were already enough to keep him busy for the year, and with only two million in the company’s account, he couldn’t open that many stores anyway.

But if you don’t plan for the long term, you’ll have problems in the short term. Since Jiang’an City was such hotly contested territory, he’d have to negotiate a partnership sooner or later. Why not do it before Li Yang made a move?

Once Futong Commerce began talks with Jiang’an City, or even reached an agreement, he would have almost no chance to cooperate. The NLB brand would then have a powerful competitor in Qingzhou.

Besides, as far as he was concerned, the Xinyue Square projects were already in the bag. There was no rush; they were his for the taking.

While eating what’s in your bowl, you have to start thinking about what’s in the pot. The Jiang’an City project was what’s in the pot, and he had to be the first to grab it.

Ruijing Commerce had worked with Jiang’an City before. Yang Hui had also met its general manager, Xia Ying, once, after an introduction by phone from President Tian.

Afterward, Jiang’an City had looked out for Ruijing. With nothing major going on, Yang Hui rarely contacted Xia Ying. For regular matters, just finding Li Juan was enough.

"President Xia went back to Shanghai for the weekend. She’ll be here all next week. Do you need to see her for something? Should I schedule an appointment for you?"

He shook his head. ’She’s the general manager, after all. Having her subordinate schedule my visit would be too rude, and it’s not like I don’t have her contact information.’

"I can make the appointment myself. I’ll come over next week, and we can grab a meal together."

Li Juan glanced at Shen Meng, then nodded. "Okay."

After she had walked away, Shen Meng remarked pointedly from his side, "This Sister Juan seems to treat you very well."

Yang Hui rubbed his chin and joked, "When I was little, I met a fortune-teller who said I’d have incredible luck with women my whole life."

Shen Meng huffed. "Then you must be overjoyed, right?"

The crowd surged like a tide. Yang Hui keenly noticed Shen Meng being jostled and stumbling slightly. He subtly turned, extended an arm, and placed his palm firmly on the small of her back, pulling her closer to his side.

"I was quite happy at first," he said. "But then I thought about it. According to that prediction, wouldn’t I become public enemy number one among men? There are gains and losses, so it’s nothing to be happy about."

The warmth of his fingertips seeped through the silk of her dress, the pressure just right—a possessive claim she couldn’t refuse.

Shen Meng felt a novel, thrilling sensation she had never experienced before. But her words were a retort: "Are you sure you’re not humblebragging?"

He smiled faintly. ’Isn’t this the very definition of a humblebrag?’

"I’m going to the restroom. Do you need to go?"

Shen Meng shook her head, telling him to go on ahead. She would wait for him outside.

Shopping at the mall on a weekend was torture. You even had to line up for the restroom. Luckily, this was the men’s room. The women’s was even worse; the line stretched out the door.

He washed his hands at the sink and looked in the mirror. ’A spirited young man, glowing with health and vigor.’

He propped one hand on the marble countertop and adjusted his shirt collar in the mirror—’Perfect. A sharp jawline, and the shadow below my Adam’s apple gives off just the right untouchable vibe.’

Just as he came out of the restroom, he was shoved by the crowd and accidentally bumped into a soft figure.

"Ouch~"

A girl, her shoulder probably hurting from the impact, turned around and froze. "Yang Hui?"

"Lin Yu?"

’I can’t believe I’d run into a high school classmate here, and my deskmate at that.’

"Yang Hui, you’ve gotten more and more handsome."

He smiled. ’That’s normal. I’ve been out in the working world for two years, gained some maturity, and shed my youthful awkwardness. Of course I’d be more charming.’

Lin Yu was the same—prettier than she was in high school. If a woman’s looks were a seven without makeup, it wasn’t hard to reach an eight with a little effort.

In his opinion, Lin Yu was on the same level as Zhu Jing, and even a bit more feminine.

"You’ve gotten prettier too."

"Let’s go over there and chat for a bit. It’s too noisy here."

Lin Yu pointed to a corner to the side where it was relatively less crowded, and Yang Hui followed her over.

He gave her a thorough look. The deep V-neck of her silk dress hung low, revealing the pale, rounded swell of one side of her chest. From Yang Hui’s towering perspective, the rose-colored lace trim looked like a rain-soaked petal, half-concealing the burgeoning spring scenery beneath.

A jade pendant on a gold chain around her neck was nestled perfectly in her cleavage, catching the light with an ambiguous glimmer as she breathed.

’She’s not old, but she dresses very maturely.’

"I never thought we’d meet here after six years. I’ve always heard you were working in Qingzhou. How have you been lately? Where do you work?"

Yang Hui smiled.

"Pretty good. I’m with Futong Commerce now. And you?"

"Me? I’m helping out at my boyfriend’s company. What a coincidence, he’s also in the retail industry. He actually does a lot of business with Futong Commerce."

"You have a boyfriend?"

The question slipped out of Yang Hui’s mouth subconsciously, but he immediately regretted it. ’What kind of thing is that to say?’

Sure enough, the look Lin Yu gave him turned a little strange. "Yes. My boyfriend is an outstanding man!"

"Xiaoyu!"

Suddenly, someone called out from nearby. The person quickly arrived at Lin Yu’s side—a man of about thirty-five, dressed in a trendy, fashionable style.

He wore a pure black mercerized cotton shirt with the top two buttons undone, paired with slim-fit, ankle-length trousers that were slightly cuffed to reveal his well-defined ankles.

On his wrist was a vintage mechanical watch, and the large logo on his belt buckle was instantly recognizable as Ferragamo.

"Let me introduce you. This is my boyfriend, Blade."

Blade? "Is your boyfriend a foreigner?"

"His Chinese name is An Ping."

"Blade, this is my high school deskmate, Yang Hui. He’s also in the retail circle, currently working at Futong Commerce."

"Yang Hui? Xiaoyu mentions you often."

He reached out and gave An Ping’s hand a light shake, then pointed at himself, baffled, and chuckled. "She mentions me often?"

Lin Yu smiled at him, but her eyes were filled with pride—a pride that likely stemmed from this An Ping.

Back in high school, Yang Hui and Lin Yu had their little episodes. The handsome Yang Hui was very popular, so naturally, his deskmate Lin Yu had a crush on him too.

It was the first time the adolescent Yang Hui had encountered such a thing. It had nothing to do with love, only the body’s instinctive reactions, and he quite enjoyed Lin Yu’s advances.

So, the two would occasionally stroll on the athletic field together during the breaks in evening study hall, and they would also sneak into the small woods. They progressed from innocent kisses to exploring each other’s bodies.

Finally, after the college entrance exams, the two of them snuck into the woods again one night. After a series of passionate French kisses, neither could hold back any longer. Just as the arrow was nocked and he was about to cross the line, she called a stop to it.

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