Leng Qingqiu, dressing in her closet, watched Lu Chengwen rummage through her clothes for something that fit, unable to find anything suitable. She chuckled while drying her hair.
"You're laughing?" Lu Chengwen said, exasperated.
"Hey, in three years, this is your first time in my private lounge, right?"
"Not quite." He shrugged casually. "That big bathtub? I got it for you. Forgot? I knew you work hard and love soaking to unwind, so I had a team redesign this place, adding a big bathroom and a comfy bed."
"Get lost!" Leng Qingqiu swatted at him with the hairdryer. "Think I didn't see through you? Installing a big bed, even planning a secret door. Full of sneaky ideas."
Lu Chengwen grinned. "Too bad it was all for nothing. No secret door, but you happily accepted the bathtub, then told me to scram."
Leng Qingqiu giggled, stepping closer to wrap her arms around him. "Tell me, how did I miss how great you are these past three years?"
He gently pushed her back. "Hey, watch it. Your clothes are… thin. We're too close."
"You used to cling to me like glue. Now you're dodging me like I'm the plague? Well, I don't care—I'm sticking to you." She playfully pressed closer, teasing, "Sticking, sticking…"
They tussled, laughing, until Han Yue knocked again. Outside, she heard their flirtatious banter and froze. What do I do? I caught the boss cheating. One wrong move, and my career's toast.
Standing a safe distance away, she called out, "President Leng, President Lu!" She emphasized, "Lu Chengwen from the Lu family is waiting in the meeting room!"
"Got it!" Leng Qingqiu replied, giggling. "Ugh, you're so annoying. Don't run—stay here!"
"There's someone outside!"
"So what? Come here, let big sister dote on you."
"Cut it out, we've got business."
"You're my business. Your clothes are wet—take them off, I'll dry them."
Han Yue was losing it. They're not even hiding it? President Leng was always so proper, never too close with any man. Has her inner vixen awakened? But the real Lu Chengwen's waiting outside! If he finds out, it'll be a disaster!
"President Leng, President Lu's here. You should… figure something out."
"I know. I just showered, need to change. Tell him to wait." She teased Lu Chengwen, "Why're you so far away? Come here. I've got a treat for you—help me apply body lotion."
Han Yue sighed, shaking her head. Is she deliberately humiliating the Lu family? As she turned to leave, Leng Qingqiu called, "Han Yue."
"Yes, President Leng?"
"Get a full set of men's clothes for President Lu's build. Suit, pants, underwear, shirt, shoes—everything. Fast."
"Yes, I'll send someone now."
"Bring them straight here."
"Understood."
Outside, Long Aotian, disguised as Lu Chengwen, was growing impatient but forced himself to stay calm. Han Yue placated the "Lu Chengwen" while arranging for clothes to be bought and delivered in a discreet black bag for the "mystery man" inside.
In short, the two took a full hour. Leng Qingqiu alone was time-consuming—post-shower, she applied lotions, did her makeup, and chose an outfit. She even fussed over Lu Chengwen like a new bride, helping him dress.
"Will your face change back? This is so weird," she said.
"Of course," Lu Chengwen replied, adjusting his clothes. "We both hate each other's faces. We'll switch back."
"Good. I like your real face better."
He gave up trying to push her away with harsh words. This woman's hopeless. They'd already called Xu Xuejiao to explain the situation, hoping to prevent Long Aotian from scamming her with Lu Chengwen's face. But Xu Xuejiao, thrilled, said she was on her way. On your way? Who asked you to come? She'd hung up before he could protest.
In the reception room, Leng Qingqiu emerged in a sharp new business suit, stunning as ever, radiating unmatched elegance. Long Aotian, as Lu Chengwen, smiled. "Qingqiu, I've invited an old friend. Can you have security let him in?"
"Sure."
Tie Tuo Wang waited, seething. Lu Chengwen, you bastard, still pretending to be my Young Master, ordering me around, making me wait in a reception room to invest five billion in your project. You think I'm an idiot? Today, I'll make you pay for every insult, every moment of my frustration. You'll feel it all.
He smirked when Xu Xuejiao greeted him cheerfully. Oh, you're all in on this act, huh? Think I'm that gullible? Just wait—I'll make you regret it.
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Long Aotian noticed a man's shadow in the lounge. "Who's in there?"
Leng Qingqiu frowned. "None of your business."
Before he could respond, a receptionist announced, "President Leng, President Lu, Mr. Tie is here."
Long Aotian focused on business. "Qingqiu, I've thought it over. Investing in that land is safer. We'll tackle both the shantytown and amusement park projects for a double win. Mr. Tie, let's sign."
Han Yue had prepared the contracts. Tie Tuo Wang approached "Lu Chengwen," grinning. "Sign here, here, and here, press your thumbprint, then transfer the funds. After that, you're done."
"Sign, huh?" Tie Tuo Wang asked, smirking.
Long Aotian glared. "What now? My word's not enough?"
"Haha, plenty enough. You're the Young Master, after all!"
"Then move it. I'm busy."
"Got it, five billion, for your sake."
"Here." Long Aotian pointed, done with small talk.
Suddenly, Tie Tuo Wang lashed out, slapping Long Aotian hard. Long Aotian spun twice, steadying himself, shocked. "You—"
Tie Tuo Wang grinned. "How's that slap, Young Master?"
"You dare hit me? Don't you know who I am?"
"You? You're nothing!" Another slap sent Long Aotian reeling.
Leng Qingqiu, Han Yue, and the hidden Lu Chengwen were stunned. What's happening? They used the face-swap trick without sorting out who's who?
Only Xu Xuejiao was thrilled. Bring it on! I'm ready!
Han Yue moved to intervene, but Leng Qingqiu stopped her. "Mr. Tie, are you here for business or to fight?" Leng Qingqiu asked coldly.
"Fight first, business later," Tie Tuo Wang replied.
Long Aotian, wiping blood from his mouth and nose, snarled, "Look closely—I'm Lu Chengwen, your Young Master!"
"I know, I know. Let's see your Young Master judge my Iron Sand Palm!" Tie Tuo Wang hoisted him up, his massive hand slicing down like a cleaver. "Hah!"
Crack!
A sickening crunch of breaking ribs echoed. Long Aotian collapsed, spitting blood. "You… idiot…"
Tie Tuo Wang grabbed his hair, yanking him up, cupping his ear mockingly. "What's that? Can't hear you!" A knee to the gut, left hook, right hook, and a final spinning kick sent Long Aotian crashing into a corner.
Han Yue, pale, whispered, "President Leng, who is this guy? He's too violent! We need to call the police—he'll kill President Lu."
Leng Qingqiu, calm, said, "Let's watch."
"Watch?!"
Tie Tuo Wang pinned Long Aotian in the corner, kicking relentlessly, jumping for extra force. "Stop… I give up…" Long Aotian gasped.
"What? You give up? Keep posing! Keep lying! Think you're the smart one? The best actor? Full of dramatic flair? Surrounded by beauties, huh? Charming and suave, huh? Stealing hearts, huh? Leaving the bathroom door open, huh?"
Long Aotian, sobbing, choked out, "No! I didn't! I don't leave the bathroom door open!"
"Oh, so I wronged you? Is that okay? Answer me! Okay or not?!" Tie Tuo Wang stomped harder with each word.
"Okay, okay…"
"Speak! Speak!" Each word came with a flurry of blows.
"Why… why… do you… always… stay… silent?!"
He grabbed a chair, smashing it wildly on Long Aotian, now crumpled and defenseless. "Now! Everyone! Feels! Great!"
Tie Tuo Wang finally stopped. Han Yue's legs wobbled in her sheer stockings, barely standing, supported by Leng Qingqiu. "President Leng, still watching?"
Leng Qingqiu glanced at her. "Sit."
"Then what?"
"Keep watching."
Han Yue stared. Is she a demon?
Xu Xuejiao rushed over, pulling Tie Tuo Wang back. "Why are you hitting him?!"
Long Aotian, crying, muttered, "You could've said that sooner…"
Xu Xuejiao leaned close to his ear. "Mm-hm, got it, got it." Standing, she glared at Tie Tuo Wang. "Our Brother Lu says to ask if you're too weak to eat! Those hits were like tickles."
Tie Tuo Wang's eyes blazed with fury. Long Aotian, bloodied and broken in the corner, looked up in hopeless terror. "Damn, a tough guy!" Tie Tuo Wang barked to his men, "Get my spiked club!"
Han Yue nearly collapsed. Miss Xu's the real demon! Compared to her, President Leng's an angel.
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