Chapter 36: In Need of Special Services?
"Brother Fan, our CEO's really tough to talk to. Be careful up there—don't make her mad," the receptionist, Xiao Lin, warned, already half-smitten. Wu's flattery had turned her into a nervous wreck, her company rules all but forgotten.
"Sister Lin, don't worry. When have I ever backed down from a challenge? If your CEO agrees to see me, I'll have her eating out of my hand. Mark my words," Wu said, grinning confidently.
"Good. Uh… do you have time tonight? I learned to cook from my mom. I could make you dinner? If you're busy, it's okay…" Xiao Lin mumbled, her cheeks flushing bright pink. It was her first time asking a man home—let alone one as charming as Wu. She felt like a schoolgirl with a crush.
"Tonight? Probably not. You know how business talks go—could drag on for hours. Rain check? Any night but tonight works," Wu said, feigning regret.
"Oh, right! You're here for work. Of course. Another time, then," Xiao Lin said, forcing a smile. Disappointment tugged at her, but she knew a 100,000-yuan deal mattered more than her silly crush.
Wu took the elevator to the 13th floor, stopping outside the CEO's office. He knocked twice.
"Come in!" A melodious voice called out.
Wu pushed the door open, then froze.
*This is Wang Xuefei?*
The file said 31, a widow with a kid—but the woman sitting behind the desk looked barely 25, with a fresh, lively aura that screamed "youth," not "single mom." Her skin was flawless, her smile bright, her sky-blue suit hugging a figure that could make a monk break his vows.
*Did I get the wrong floor?*
But he was right. This wasn't Wang Xuefei—it was her assistant, Susan. She glanced up, fighting a laugh at his stunned expression, and pasted on a cool, authoritative look. "Can I help you?"
"Oh, I'm here to see CEO Wang Xuefei. Is she—"
"I *am* Wang Xuefei," Susan said, leaning back in her chair, feigning boredom. She didn't offer him a seat or even a glass of water, her tone making it clear he was an intrusion.
Wu blinked. *Tough crowd.* He hadn't expected the CEO to be this frosty—especially so young. But he'd dealt with worse.
Susan glanced up, noticing his silence. "Well? What do you want? Hurry up—I've got a stack of work to get through."
"Oh, Ms. Wang, here's my profile," Wu said, pulling out a crumpled sheet of paper and sliding it across the desk.
"Your profile? Why would I care? Do I look like I have time for this?" Susan scoffed, but curiosity got the better of her. She picked it up, scanning the words—and promptly froze. Her face turned scarlet.
*"One night, eight rounds. Guaranteed satisfaction."*
*"Measurements: length, width, stamina—all above average. Rhythm? Like a pro."*
It read less like a resume, more like a racy novel blurb—full of bold, explicit claims that made her ears burn.
She slammed the paper down, standing so fast her chair scraped the floor. "What the hell is this?!"
"Nothing! Just… being thorough," Wu said, putting on his best innocent face.
"Thorough? You wrote about… about *that*? Do you take me for a fool?!" Susan sputtered. She was sharp, capable—Wang trusted her with million-yuan deals—but she was still a 23-year-old virgin, and Wu's words hit her like a truck. Her mind raced, images she'd only read about in novels flashing unbidden.
"Ms. Wang, I wanted you to know me—*really* know me. Now, about why I'm here…" Wu's tone turned suddenly serious.
"Oh? Why *are* you here?" Susan asked, still flustered but curious despite herself.
"Need any special services? Monthly package or one-time—your call. I guarantee full satisfaction. No refunds if you're happy, but 100% money back if not," Wu said, deadpan, as if he were selling office supplies.
Susan choked on her tea, spraying it across the desk. She clutched the edge of the table to steady herself, half-ready to throw him out the window. "What kind of place do you think this is?英杰 Group doesn't do 'special services'! Do I look like the type? Get out!"
"Relax, it's a joke! Just breaking the ice, y'know? Let's start over," Wu said, holding up his hands in surrender. He knew he'd pushed too far—time to rein it in.
"I don't want to 'start over.' Get out," Susan snapped, her eyes blazing.
"Fine. But you should know—it's about英杰 Group's survival. Your call, though. I'll just… leave," Wu said, turning to go, his tone casual, as if he couldn't care less.
"Survival? What are you talking about?" Susan froze. *This isn't about Infinity's lease?* She'd been told to test his smooth-talking skills, but now her curiosity got the better of her. "Wait!"
Wu smirked inwardly. *Worked like a charm.* He turned, grinning. "Yes, Ms. Wang?"
"What's this 'survival' stuff? Spit it out," Susan said, crossing her arms.
Wu strolled over, plopping down in the chair across from her. He grabbed her half-empty teacup, draining it in one gulp, then sighed. "It's sweltering in here. Hard to think straight."
"You're doing this on purpose," Susan said, rolling her eyes—but she hit the AC anyway. Cool air flooded the room, and she shot him a withering look. "Happy? Now talk."
"My arm's sore," Wu said, feigning a wince.
"Let me guess—you want a massage?" Susan asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Nah. But I *am* starving. How about we grab dinner? I'll spill everything over a meal. Deal?" Wu said, his grin so wide it was practically cheeky.
"Dinner?!" Susan gaped, as if he'd suggested robbing a bank. "Are you serious?"
"Dead serious. It's past five—dinner time. C'mon, live a little," Wu said, nodding toward the clock.
"I don't have time for this. Either talk, or get out," Susan said, but there was a flicker of amusement in her eyes. He was ridiculous—but weirdly entertaining.
Wu sighed, slumping back in his chair. "Fine. But you asked for it. The fate of英杰 Group? It's tied to… world peace. The economy's shaky, foreign powers are eyeing us, Beitian's a powder keg. All that? Bad for business. Real bad."
Susan stared at him, then burst out laughing. "You're impossible! Get out of here before I call security!"
Wu held up his hands, grinning. "Relax! I'm here about Infinity's lease. Happy now?"
Susan's laughter died. *Finally.* She leaned forward, her tone sharp. "Infinity's rent. Go on."
Wu's grin faded, replaced by a mock-serious expression. "Thought you'd never ask."
This time, he meant it.
The real game was just beginning.