A Completely Different Encounter

Strangely enough, after noon, Long Aotian recovered right on schedule.

His stomach suddenly stopped hurting. Though he was still weak all over, at least the diarrhea had temporarily ceased.

As he stepped out of the suburban villa, a brand-new Audi RS7 was parked before him.

His Close Guard, Hua Xuening, stood with her sword in hand and clasped fist. "Young Master, everything has been arranged."

Long Aotian stood ramrod straight and glanced at the car. "I'm making a low-key return this time. For the sake of showing off and humiliating people properly, I need to lower my status and pose as an ordinary loser. Only then can the effect of my future displays of dominance be maximized. Change the car. The more low-key, the better."

Hua Xuening froze. "Yes."

A few minutes later.

Long Aotian stared at the vehicle before him, rubbing his chin as he fell into deep thought.

"Xue Ning."

"Young Master."

"This is the vehicle you found for me?"

"Yes."

Long Aotian was so depressed he wanted to cough up blood.

Could the thing in front of him even be called a vehicle? It was a tractor!

And an old, beat-up diesel tractor at that.

"This thing..."

Hua Xuening said, "Young Master, this is a Harvest Brand Tractor. Diesel-powered and full of vigor. Low-key, simple, rustic, and tasteless—it perfectly suits your requirements."

Long Aotian looked at Hua Xuening. "You really have no brain. Change it."

"There are no others."

"No others? Young Master, there isn't enough time. Your schedule is quite packed today. If we delay any longer, there won't be enough time."

Long Aotian was half-dead with anger. "Fine, this one will do. It's just... transportation, anyway."

"Young Master, please start the vehicle yourself!"

"How... do I start it?"

"There is a crank handle hanging here. Insert it into the starting hole, then crank it with all your strength until this tractor starts banging and seems ready to jump into the air."

Long Aotian darkened his face and began starting the hand-cranked tractor.

Long Aotian had never cranked one of these things before. He only knew to use brute force, while Hua Xuening instructed him from the side:

"Young Master must keep applying force without stopping."

"Young Master, hold on a little longer! It's about to start!"

"Young Master needs to swing his arms powerfully. This is the time to give it everything you've got; do not hold back."

"Young Master truly descends from the heavens. Young Master, perhaps I should do it."

Long Aotian sat on the tractor, jolted so hard that his internal organs nearly bounced out of his mouth.

"Where did you find this piece of junk?"

The engine was too loud, so the two could only communicate by shouting.

Hua Xuening shouted, "I purchased it from a farmer for the low price of ninety thousand yuan!"

Long Aotian shouted, "This piece of junk cost ninety thousand?"

Hua Xuening shouted, "Young Master, please calm down. It's about to rain."

Long Aotian shouted, "Where's the switch for the soft top?"

Hua Xuening shouted, "Young Master is thinking too much. This is a tractor. It has no top—neither hard nor soft."

Long Aotian completely lost his temper. "Then what do we do if it rains now?"

Hua Xuening shouted, "Young Master, this subordinate has a plan."

"Say it!"

"Endure it."

Long Aotian was about to die of rage. "Damn it! Luckily it's only drizzling. How far are we from the city? If it's only this light rain, it's no big deal."

The moment Long Aotian finished speaking, a thunderclap exploded, and torrential rain came pouring down. The two instantly became drenched rats.

Long Aotian was soaked through, the rain leaving him chilled to the bone.

The tractor's vibrations nearly shook his organs out of place, and his already uncomfortable stomach felt even worse now.

Both hands gripping the steering wheel, Long Aotian shivered like a leaf, his face full of grief and indignation.

"Damn it! I've had nothing but bad luck since yesterday. I refuse to believe this streak of misfortune doesn't have an end!"

Hua Xuening apologized, "Young Master, please do not tempt fate again!"

"What the hell am I afraid of? Could anything be worse than this?"

"Young Master, please be careful! There's a dung pit ahead!"

"What!?"

"Young Master, Xue Ning will take her leave first!"

"What... fuck!"

Boom—!

Long Aotian crashed into the dung pit, so disgusted that he vomited.

Hua Xuening shouted from the bank, "Young Master, please get out of the pit quickly!"

Long Aotian roared, "Help me! My leg is trapped under this damn tractor!"

"Young Master, the tractor is worthless; simply abandon it. Your body is worth a fortune—how can you remain in a dung pit for long? Please make your decision quickly!"

"I said my leg is trapped under it! Move it!"

"Young Master, this subordinate respectfully invites you to leave the pit!"

"The tractor! Damn it! It's pinning my leg! Move it! Move it!"

Hua Xuening said awkwardly, "Why didn't Young Master say so earlier?"

"Move it!"

"You should've said so sooner!"

"Move it!"

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Lu Chengwen had slept comfortably for a while.

After waking up, he began contemplating life.

He couldn't just drift through life and wait for death, could he?

Now that he could neither flee nor escape, he could only stay and figure out how to deal with the plot ahead.

To handle such a complicated plot, he had to maintain a good mental state, abundant physical strength and energy, and an optimistic, sunny attitude.

So, heh heh, enjoying wealth and luxury was absolutely necessary!

Jiang Shihan followed behind him.

Two attendants pushed open the double doors to the walk-in wardrobe.

Those damned capitalists—rich people's happiness was truly beyond your imagination!

The walk-in wardrobe was actually more than ten meters deep.

On both sides, exquisite cabinets stretched all the way to the ceiling.

The attendants opened the cabinets on the left, revealing them packed with all kinds of high-end clothing, sorted by season and arranged or hung in perfect order.

They opened a row on the right, and it was filled with all sorts of flashy shoes. Leather shoes, sneakers, casual shoes, beach shoes...

One cabinet contained over a hundred luxury watches, even more extravagant than those in a watch store.

Another cabinet held all kinds of accessories: suit cufflinks, designer belts, pure gold rings, high-end sunglasses...

Lu Chengwen took one look and told Jiang Shihan, "Donate all the clothes and shoes."

"All of them?"

"All of them."

Lu Chengwen said, "Tell my image consultant immediately: from today onward, I'm changing my style. I won't dress all flashy anymore."

"CEO Lu, what kind of style do you want?"

"A proper aristocratic look, the sort of British style suited to a business elite. You know, have you seen 007? Well-fitted suits, Italian leather shoes, designer watches, white shirts—that kind of thing."

"Understood. I'll discuss it with the design team."

"Help me pick out a few cars."

"What sports car would Young Master like?"

"No sports cars. One sedan and one SUV will do. Replace the business vehicle with a high-end all-black one. The sedan and SUV should both be low-key and steady."

"Understood."

"Also pick out another villa for me, closer to home. The decor should have some artistic taste. Don't make it look like some tacky nouveau riche place where all anyone can see is money."

"Yes."

Lu Chengwen was full of ambition. "Get it arranged quickly. Make it happen as soon as possible."

"Yes."

Zhao Gang smiled from the side. "Young Master Lu, this is...?"

"Zhao Gang, call me CEO Lu from now on. Young Master Lu is a family title. I don't like it. I'm a man of business, so call me CEO Lu from now on."

"Yes, CEO... Lu."

Zhao Gang was a little reckless, but he was actually exceptionally clever and quick-witted.

Of course, that depended on the area. He might not be good at anything else, but when it came to flattering Lu Chengwen, he was definitely a master.

His specialty was playing the role of an utterly loyal lackey, and his style was mindless praise.

Of course, if he truly had no brains, Lu Chengwen would have kicked him out long ago.

You thought you could be a lackey before a great tycoon without having something to offer? Why would it be your turn?

Once the arrangements were more or less settled, Lu Chengwen said, "Back to the group. We have a meeting today."

Sitting in the car, Lu Chengwen held a glass of champagne and felt absolutely fantastic.

The main feature of this business vehicle worth over two million was the comfort and ease of the boss chair.

With one leg crossed over the other, sipping champagne and looking at the pleasing Jiang Shihan across from him, Lu Chengwen felt content.

Today, Jiang Shihan had worn a very short bodycon skirt and nude stockings according to his instructions.

Jiang Shihan was truly beautiful!

The more he looked, the prettier she seemed!

She clearly had bold brows and big eyes, yet she somehow gave off the impression of a meek little victim who accepted whatever came her way.

But that contrast only made her even more tempting.

It was like... like a certain adult actress.

Clearly tall, with long legs, sexy, dignified, and poised. Yet she always looked like an injured little bird, as though she were deliberately inviting you to bully her, control her, handle her, and violate her.

Leng Qingqiu was dignified and elegant, Xu Xuejiao lively and adorable, Chen Mengyun steady and gentle...

But only Jiang Shihan seemed able to stir the desire for conquest buried in a man's nature. She was the kind of woman who made you want to bully her anytime, anywhere, as if the fire in your heart could not be released otherwise.

It wasn't only that her appearance was alluring enough. Her temperament was simply too special, too unique.

One in ten thousand!

It was a kind of inner feminine charm, and a very primal, very pure, physical-level Soul-Snatching attraction.

Lu Chengwen made up his mind!

No, I need to send this woman away soon.

This can't continue. Ordinary people really can't withstand it. And I'm no ordinary person—I'm her boss. She's used to accepting whatever I do, and if I wanted to bully her, she probably wouldn't resist for her mother's sake.

That was the truly frightening part.

Many people didn't do bad things because they lacked the ability, opportunity, or courage.

But Lu Chengwen now had both the ability and the opportunity. He was truly afraid that one day, he might gather the nerve to cross the line.

When that happened, he wouldn't be far from being beaten to death by the protagonist.

Jiang Shihan was terrified.

What? I've worked so hard—why does CEO Lu still want to send me away?

If you can't hold back... then don't hold back!

I already know you're a good person. I know you care about me. Anyway, I'm your female secretary. A boss and secretary... isn't that perfectly normal?

Oh my god, what am I thinking? I wasn't like this before!

I used to be a good girl who kept herself clean. If I had wanted to take this step, I would have done it long ago.

I held on until today, so what's wrong with me? I actually want to seduce my own boss!?

The two were each lost in their own thoughts.

Just then, the car braked sharply.

Lu Chengwen had been spacing out, and the sudden stop spilled the champagne in his hand right into Jiang Shihan's cleavage.

Lu Chengwen was startled and hurriedly reached out to wipe it. "Sorry, sorry! What kind of driving is this..."

Jiang Shihan was so frightened she did not dare move. "Boss, it's fine... I... I don't want... Boss, please don't... Boss, you're awful... You don't need to squeeze them. It's not like water got into my breasts..."

Only then did Lu Chengwen realize that he should not have reached out. "Sorry, sorry. I really didn't mean it... Neither the wine nor my hand meant it."

To ease the awkwardness, Lu Chengwen snapped, "Zhao Gang, how the hell are you driving?"

Zhao Gang said, "CEO Lu, a tractor blocked the road. I'll go yell at him."

Lu Chengwen and Jiang Shihan straightened their clothes and apologized to each other inside the car.

Zhao Gang got out of the car, took one look, and thought, hey, not a stranger!

Long Aotian!

Zhao Gang walked up to Long Aotian. "Damn! I was wondering who it was—so it's you, brat? Are you blind? Can't you see the car? Do you know how much this car costs? If you scratched even a bit of paint, selling you wouldn't be enough to pay for it!"

Long Aotian looked coldly at Zhao Gang and revealed a faint sneer. "Oh? Lu Chengwen's lackey?"

Zhao Gang burst out laughing. "That's right, at least you know what's good for you!"

Long Aotian froze. "The hell? I was complimenting you! Do you have any shame at all?"

Zhao Gang was just about to speak when he sensed something was off.

"Damn, what did you do? Why do you stink so badly? Did you fall into a Dung pit?"

Long Aotian's mouth twitched. Are you moonlighting as a fortune-teller?

Inside the car, Lu Chengwen was wiping champagne stains from Jiang Shihan's chest... When he looked up and saw the man across from them... holy shit!

Long Aotian!? The Male Protagonist!?

He's out!?

Meanwhile, Zhao Gang was courting death, relentlessly hurling insults at Long Aotian.

Lu Chengwen tossed the tissue to Jiang Shihan. "Wipe it yourself."

"CEO Lu, help me, I... Hey?"

Lu Chengwen shoved open the door, got out of the car, and shouted, "Stop! Please spare my life!"