Chapter 45: An Awkward Atmosphere

“Amin, you all go out first!”

“Yes, President Yang!” Amin led the others out, leaving only Liu Haoyu and Old Third behind.

“Boss, have mercy!” The three continued to beg, but Yang Fan had no intention of sparing them; this was his bottom line.

“Sun Wen, I heard you like Xia Yufei, don’t you? Don’t worry, I’m someone who loves to fulfill others’ dreams. So, you should thank me!” Yang Fan beckoned with his hand and muttered softly:

“Rent, Consciousness Exchanger, rent, Prison of the Mind!”

Old Third was bewildered, but Liu Haoyu’s expression didn’t change; he’d already experienced Yang Fan’s powers firsthand.

“Old Third, bring that kitten over.”

“Yes, boss!” Old Third hurried to fetch the cage with the kitten, anticipation shining in his eyes for the miracle about to unfold.

“Exchange subjects: Sun Wen and the kitten!”

Sun Wen was still pleading for his life, but suddenly his voice turned into a cat’s meow. The kitten, now with Sun Wen’s consciousness, instantly went wild, desperately trying to speak like a human but forever unable to do so.

This was a punishment far worse than death! After struggling for a while, the kitten trembled all over, as if resigned to its fate.

Yang Fan performed the same exchange on the other two, and tears streamed from the eyes of the kitten and the two Tibetan mastiffs. He paid them no mind, instead locking their consciousness away with the Prison of the Mind, which also had the function of establishing ownership.

As for the kitten, he planned to give it to Xia Yufei. The two Tibetan mastiffs—Yang Fan directly assigned their ownership to Old Third.

“Boss, this is incredible!” Old Third exclaimed.

“As long as you work hard in the future, you can have whatever you want!”

“Absolutely!” Old Third was beside himself with excitement.

“Rent, consciousness bestowal. I grant you three the consciousness of humans, along with the basic memories of your original selves.”

In an instant, the three could speak like humans once more.

“Thank you, Master, for making us human again.”

“Make the most of this chance—this is your opportunity!” Yang Fan said, then used the memory eraser to wipe their memories of him and his companions.

He stowed them away in a portable treasure chest, intending to release them on the street later. As for what might become of them, it was no longer his concern.

“Boss, Tibetan mastiffs are hard to raise!” Old Third complained.

“You’re really slow—you have no business sense! Don’t you realize these two mastiffs have human consciousness? They’re much smarter than any circus animal.”

“Imagine they can do arithmetic, for example. Anyway, you get the idea: they’ll fetch a high price.”

Old Third’s eyes lit up—another windfall in hand.

Of course, Sun Wen the cat and the two mastiffs understood Yang Fan and his companions’ conversation, but they no longer had any chance to resist.

“Come, Haoyu, pick up the kitten—let’s go to Tianning Normal University.”

The three burst into hearty laughter…

“Amin, let’s go walk the dogs!” Old Third called out.

At Tianning Normal University, Yang Fan called Xia Yufei out and presented her with Sun Wen the kitten, conveniently introducing Liu Haoyu to her as well.

“This kitten is so cute!”

“It’s also very clever. This one is a college student,” Yang Fan said.

“Who’d believe that?”

Yang Fan just smiled. Xia Yufei’s sweet smile was truly enchanting.

“But our school doesn’t allow pets.”

“In that case, I’ll have someone else look after it for now. Whenever you want to see it, I’ll have it brought over for you to play with!”

“That works.”

They chatted at the entrance for a while, but Xia Yufei was quite busy and soon went back inside.

“Meow, meow, meow…”

“Stop meowing. Xia Yufei never paid you any attention before, and now she’ll come to visit you when she has time. You should be content!”

In truth, it was Sun Wen’s utter despair. To go from human to cat had left him completely broken…

After some thought, Yang Fan handed the kitten over to a little fangirl at the entrance of the technical school.

That afternoon, as sunlight streamed down, Yang Fan released the three—once cat and dogs, now humans—letting them fend for themselves.

“All right, Haoyu, let’s head back!”

Back at the company, without Ai Xiaomei around, Yang Fan was in excellent spirits, especially since Lin Ruo was also at the estate—these truly felt like days in paradise.

The only downside was Ai Xiaomei’s constant voice in his mind, which Yang Fan had long since grown tired of responding to. And there was an agreement: he had to be home before ten at night; otherwise, Lin Ruo would go to Zhao Jing and Xia Yufei to have a word with them.

Yang Fan agreed begrudgingly, but overall, he was in a great mood.

“Uncle, I bought the house. Here are the keys and documents.”

After getting out of the car, Liu Hao handed the two items to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan searched for a while before finally finding a black bag to put them in.

Upstairs, for once, everyone was at home.

“Who’s treating us tonight?”

“I am!” Old Third announced excitedly.

“Old Third, hit it big, did you?” Zhang Chen asked.

“That’s right! I resold a dog and made over two million!”

Everyone gasped in astonishment. Only Yang Fan and Liu Haoyu knew the true story.

“What kind of dog was it?”

“A very clever one!” Old Third replied.

…

“Well then, you have to treat us!”

“Of course!” Old Third replied without hesitation.

“And just in time—Yang Fan’s coming tonight, too!”

“President Yang, really? Every time we go out, you never join us!”

…

“Well, I’m coming this time, aren’t I?” Yang Fan said with a smile.

“Old Third, since President Yang’s coming, it has to be a feast.”

“Absolutely!” Old Third was ecstatic.

Wu Qian was excited as well. “You never come, but finally you are!”

Yang Fan saw Wu Qian’s expression—it was just like a kitten seeing a fish.

But I’m not a fish! Women really are too wild sometimes.

Feeling the weight of the bag in his hand, Yang Fan said, “Wu Qian, open my office door for me.”

Wu Qian nodded and went ahead to open the door. Yang Fan followed behind. As she was about to leave, Yang Fan called her back.

“President Yang?”

Yang Fan didn’t even look at her; after all, the boss buying a house for his secretary—it almost seemed like he was keeping her.

He opened the bag, took out the documents and keys, and handed them to Wu Qian.

“President Yang, this…”

“Take them. It’s part of our company’s benefits. But don’t tell anyone. If the other secretaries start asking me for houses, I really can’t afford it.”

Seeing Wu Qian frozen in place, Yang Fan called her name and added, “All right, off you go.”

Wu Qian strode away, while Yang Fan glanced around and returned to the main office.

At six in the evening, Yang Fan gathered Zhao Jing and the others, and they set out for the dinner party. Each personal secretary came with their boss, and naturally, Wu Qian accompanied Yang Fan.

In the car, Zhao Jing and Wu Qian sat in the back, and the atmosphere was a little awkward…