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Chapter 9 - Towering Grandeur and the Chairman’s Alluring Assistant

Without wasting any breath on pleasantries with the bodyguard, Fang Yu stretched lazily, then shifted his gaze. Towering before him stood a colossal structure, its imposing grandeur unlike anything he had ever laid eyes on.

 

He had always thought the village chief's two-story house was the height of lavishness, but the monumental building before him laid bare just how naive that belief had been, revealing to him for the first time what true magnificence and scale really meant.

 

"When will I get to live in a grand house like this?" Fang Yu murmured under his breath, before turning back to the bodyguard and asking flatly, "What did Uncle Li send me here for?"

 

"Uncle Li instructed me to bring you to meet the Chairman. As for the specifics, I'm afraid I know nothing at all." The bodyguard spoke with an obsequious smile, even as a flurry of anxious thoughts raced through his mind. The man before him might look young, but his temper was utterly unpredictable. If he so much as ruffled his feathers, he would end up paying a terrible price for it.

 

Thankfully, Fang Yu showed no sign of displeasure at his words, and the bodyguard let out a quiet sigh of relief.

 

"Wait here a moment, Mr. Fang Yu. I'll go speak to the supervisor first, and have him alert the Chairman's assistant to escort you up to the office." With that, the bodyguard turned and sprinted toward the Yan Group building, as if terrified that if he slowed down even for a second, Fang Yu would chase after him and plant a brutal kick square in his rear end.

 

Fang Yu rubbed the bridge of his nose, turning to wave at his reflection in the car door's side mirror, murmuring to himself with a look of innocent confusion, "Am I really that terrifying?"

 

A few minutes later, the bodyguard came trotting back, his steps hurried and obsequious, with a woman dressed in a sharp professional suit following close behind him.

 

The woman looked to be around twenty-five years old. Beneath her soft, wavy hair sat a face of delicate, refined beauty. Though she wore only a light layer of makeup, she exuded a fresh, elegant charm, and the red-framed glasses perched on her nose only served to accentuate her poised, professional air.

 

His gaze drifted slowly downward, landing on the full, proud curve of her chest. This woman's got an impressive set on her, Fang Yu thought with an inward chuckle. Even bigger than Widow Wang's.

 

Just as Fang Yu's gaze wandered further down, lingering on her smooth, snow-white thighs, the bodyguard spoke up, his voice tinged with awkwardness. "Mr. Fang Yu, this is Miss Lei Yu, Executive Assistant to Chairman Yan."

 

"Hello. I'm Fang Yu." He nodded, not a hint of shame on his face as his eyes raked greedily over Lei Yu's long, shapely legs for a few more seconds, before finally lifting his gaze to meet her delicate, beautiful features.

 

"Mr. Fang, Chairman Yan has been waiting for you in his office for quite some time. Please, come with me." Lei Yu nodded, paying no mind to his lecherous stare. She spoke in a calm, even tone, a warm, amiable smile on her face.

 

Having worked at the Yan Group for years, Lei Yu knew Chairman Yan's temperament all too well. The man before her might look unkempt and scruffy on the surface, but the fact that he had been granted a personal audience with the Chairman was proof enough that he was no ordinary man.

 

With that in mind, she had every intention of treating him with the utmost courtesy and respect.

 

"Alright." Fang Yu said no more, falling into step behind Lei Yu as she led the way, his gaze fixed unashamedly on her curvaceous, swaying figure.

 

The old folks back home always said that women with wide hips are sure to bear sons, Fang Yu thought to himself with a mischievous, unprincipled grin. This Lei Yu will almost certainly have a boy, then.

 

Whoosh. The bodyguard watched Fang Yu's retreating figure, letting out a long, shaky breath of relief. He held out his hand, only to find his palm slick with cold sweat. He wiped it carelessly on his clothes, before spinning sharply on his heel, sprinting back to the car, firing up the engine, and speeding away from the building in a cloud of dust.

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