Chapter 38: Who Designed This?

Downstairs from the company, when Yang Fan returned, he happened to see Zhao Jing standing at the entrance. Yang Fan walked over.

“What are you doing standing here?”

“Guess!” Zhao Jing smiled. For such a cool beauty, smiles were rare—a privilege reserved only for her beloved.

Just like Lin Ruo and Lin Xi, who only spoke freely in front of Yang Fan, the only man they acknowledged.

“I bet you’re secretly watching me. Here, let me stamp you.”

“What kind of stamp?”

“My personal seal—so you won’t run away.”

As he spoke, Yang Fan took Zhao Jing’s arm and pressed a butterfly-shaped stamp onto her skin.

Zhao Jing lifted her arm to take a look, then silently rolled down her sleeve.

“All right, get upstairs now. I still have work to do.”

“Your work is sunbathing?” Yang Fan couldn’t help but ask.

“Of course!” Zhao Jing waved him off. Yang Fan chuckled and turned toward the company entrance.

Zhao Jing remained by the door, her expression tinged with confusion…

“President Yang!”

As Yang Fan entered the building, he ran into Lao San.

“How is it going?”

“I had A Ming and the team over there last night. We got in touch with a classmate of Xia Yufei, and also one from her high school days. I’ll send some info about her to your phone shortly.”

“Good.” Yang Fan chatted with Lao San on the way upstairs.

The company’s renovation plans had already been finalized. As Yang Fan made his way up, he recognized familiar faces from the Garden Community—everyone had come as soon as they heard the work was for Yang Fan.

Even Aunt Chen was there. In fact, this was Liu Mingfeng’s newly established renovation company, and everyone was part of it.

After exchanging brief greetings, Yang Fan headed upstairs. There weren’t many people in the office: Wang Xin and Qin Jun were downstairs, Zhang Chen, Xu Tao, and Wang Jie were out on errands, and Ye Xiao was at the auction house. All the men were out, leaving only a few women behind.

As soon as Yang Fan entered, Wu Qian came up to greet him—the very picture of a devoted personal secretary. Yang Fan almost despaired—who had she learned this from?

“President Yang!”

“President Yang!”

…

“Xue’er, didn’t Haoyu invite you to dinner at the Liu family tonight or something?”

“No!” Xue’er replied with a touch of pride, glancing at Liu Haoyu with a little attitude.

“It’s fine if he didn’t invite you, I’ll do it. Haoyu, why don’t you take Xue’er out for a stroll, maybe some shopping? Don’t stay cooped up here all day!”

Liu Haoyu looked miserable—this felt like an arranged marriage. He wasn’t ready to settle down, and besides, Qian Xue’er’s spoiled temper would be a handful. The Liu and Qian families were equally matched in power. If they married, would Xue’er be in charge at home, or would he? That was a real question.

“What are you waiting for?”

“Uncle, I was going to drive for you.”

“No need. Lao San will drive me. You two enjoy your day, and return to the Liu house together tonight,” Yang Fei said.

Liu Haoyu looked even gloomier, but Qian Xue’er dragged him off regardless. Judging by this scene, things seemed to be progressing well.

“Everyone, help bring them together!”

“I think it’s a good match!”

“I agree—Qian Xue’er is quite nice, and she has a good personality.”

Zhang Meng and Li Jingyi chimed in as well. There was a blueprint on the table, which Yang Fan picked up, though he couldn’t make sense of it.

“What’s this?”

“It’s the design drawing for your future office.”

There were notes on it, but Yang Fan’s eyes widened.

Behind his office and the secretary’s office was a bedroom.

He and his secretary could each enter the bedroom through a small door—clearly inviting trouble.

“Who designed this?” Yang Fan’s eyelid twitched uncontrollably.

“The renovation is finished—only a few details remain.”

“I…”

Yang Fan felt he really needed to leave for a walk, but if he criticized the design, wouldn’t it seem like he had something going on with Wu Qian? None of these people were up to any good…

“Lao San, let’s go run some errands.”

“Yes, President Yang!” Lao San replied.

As Yang Fan stood up, Wu Qian tried to follow. After all, the key to being a personal secretary was the “personal” part—a concept she’d thought about all night and finally grasped.

Yang Fan felt exasperated, pulling out his phone. “Wu Qian, you stay. We’re short-staffed today. Call five of the streamer girls and have them come to the company tomorrow.”

This was just an excuse, but Wu Qian dutifully jotted down the numbers and started calling. She wasn’t in a hurry—she had time to kill, and she’d kill it.

In the company corridor, Yang Fan took a look at the newly renovated office in person. It matched the design exactly, and the bedroom inside was even more luxurious—with a huge double bed.

The lighting was delightfully ambiguous. Once fully furnished, it would rival any lovers’ suite in a hotel.

“Who designed this?”

“Miss Ai Xiaomei. She gave instructions yesterday morning when she visited.”

“I…” Yang Fan was speechless. Other than Ai Xiaomei, he couldn’t think of a second candidate.

“Why does the bedroom connect to the secretary’s office?”

“For convenience in cleaning. Wu Qian will be in charge of your office and this area.”

Yang Fan was at a loss for words. It seemed Ai Xiaomei was always setting traps for him—these were just the obvious ones. Who knew how many hidden ones there were.

Like that night…like this office design…

“All right, let’s go,” Yang Fan said, clearly in a foul mood.

“President Yang, where are we going?”

“Wherever our feet take us,” Yang Fan replied, waving his hand.

Lao San quickly followed. Downstairs, Yang Fan really had no destination in mind.

“How about this, boss? Let’s go to Tianning Normal University. The students are putting on a performance—we could go take a look.”

“Why not? Maybe it’ll lift my mood.”

Lao San didn’t dare say more. In his eyes, the design was great. But thinking about it, every woman around their boss was a beauty—even Xia Yufei was campus belle material.

Even Wu Qian, though considered less gifted, was still a goddess to them—someone they could only admire from afar.

At the gate of Tianning Normal University, A Ming and the others were chatting animatedly with a few fangirls—two from the technical school yesterday, plus a few male classmates whom A Ming had called over.

They needed more details about Xia Yufei. When Yang Fan and Lao San arrived, A Ming and his gang were squatting on the steps, smoking.

“President Yang.”

“How’s it going?” Yang Fan asked.

The little fangirls stared in awe—Yang Fan was so handsome, and rich too. The title “President Yang” alone was impressive, and Lao San and the others were always so generous. Not to mention, this was their boss.

Yang Fan smiled at them. He’d already heard the background from Lao San. Finding Xia Yufei really was thanks to these people.