141: So you have no chance.

Even if Chu Yilan thought about it himself, he never expected that one day his lover, assistant, and subordinate would all stand in a row before him like misbehaving elementary students.

Chu Yilan drank chrysanthemum tea to soothe his anger.

Soon, there was a knock on the private room door.

The hotel manager entered after receiving permission. Seeing the scene, his first instinct was to back out, but Chu Yilan already spoke: "What is it?"

The hotel manager spoke softly, his tone full of flattery. "It's like this, CEO Chu. The people from Tianchong hope for a chance to explain things to you in person."

"Tell them to get lost," Chu Yilan said coldly.

The hotel manager didn't even think of trying to persuade him and slipped away quickly, only pausing slightly as he passed Nie Sheng.

Nie Sheng instinctively turned his head and saw the manager's phone screen, which displayed a fully written resignation report.

The manager gave Nie Sheng a look that said, "I'm just a miserable worker, so I understand," as if asking: Want to buy one?

Nie Sheng's eye twitched, and he quickly sent the man on his way.

As soon as the door closed, Chu Yilan said, "It's late, everyone go back. I'll investigate the full course of events." He then looked at Yang Bin. "You'd better go to the hospital. The head is different from other body parts; don't let yourself get beaten stupid."

Yang Bin nodded repeatedly. "Okay, CEO Chu."

Chu Yilan stood up, pulled along Shen Lian—who was already dazed and so sleepy he was about to play chess with Duke Zhou—and strode out.

Shen Lian let out a "Huh?", waking up in a daze, and took the opportunity to wave goodbye to everyone as they left.

Sun Binghe pressed his hand against one side of Yang Bin's head, tilting the wound toward him. There was no bleeding, but because it was covered by black hair, he could only see a sticky mess; the size of the wound was unclear. Sun Binghe decided immediately, "To the hospital."

Yang Bin said, "No need, I'll just go back and dab some iodine..." Before he could finish, Sun Binghe's expression went cold, looking exactly like he did when he first arrived at Yang Bin's place and threw a tantrum when he didn't get the answer he wanted. Yang Bin immediately compromised. "Fine, fine, let's go now."

Sun Binghe turned to Kuang Chenghai. "Thanks for today, CEO Kuang. I'll have Nie Sheng take you back in a bit."

"You're welcome!" Recalling the scene tonight, Kuang Chenghai felt like it was all a dream—exciting and satisfying.

"I..." Sun Binghe's voice trailed off as if he were hesitating over what thank-you gift to give Kuang Chenghai. But the CEO of Star Opening lacked neither money, beauties, nor power and status. Suddenly, Sun Binghe's eyes lit up. "At the next general meeting, I won't say a single word about you."

Kuang Chenghai's eyes lit up even more. "Alright, Assistant Sun!"

Wouldn't the other senior executives be green with envy?!

Meanwhile, as soon as Shen Lian got into the car, he clung to Chu Yilan like a koala.

Chu Yilan shifted, his voice very cold. "Get off me."

"What are you pretending for?" Shen Lian's voice was muddled, his breath drifting near the man's ear. That kind of nonchalant yet calculating ambiguity was frantically flirting with CEO Chu's heart.

Chu Yilan stared down at Shen Lian for a moment and seemed to sigh softly. "I'm curious, is there nothing in this world you're afraid of?"

Shen Lian chuckled, but then he slowly opened his eyes, a sea of stars and clouds flowing in their depths. "There is."

He had something he was very afraid of.

But unless he had no choice, Shen Lian would never let Chu Yilan know in this lifetime.

Once they got home, Shen Lian tried to use his "handsome man trap" routine again. At first, Chu Yilan was very cooperative, letting him lean in for a kiss, and his breathing did indeed grow ragged. But once they were in the bedroom, Chu Yilan used his height and strength advantage to strip Shen Lian bare in no time, then pressed down on Shen Lian's neck with forceful strength. "Don't move."

While intentionally staying sober, Chu Yilan only had his collar messed up by Shen Lian.

But the more it was like this, the more sexually charged he looked as he gazed down at Shen Lian.

"I finally understand what a 'thug in a suit' means." Shen Lian chuckled contentedly, then hissed when Chu Yilan pressed on a bruise on his waist.

Chu Yilan gave him a warning glance and continued his inspection.

Inch by inch, like he was patrolling his territory.

For an ordinary person, this gaze—which would most likely feel offensive and dangerous—was a great tonic for Shen Lian!

"Not moved?" Shen Lian didn't stay quiet for even a minute. While pretending to turn over, he rubbed against Chu Yilan's ankle.

"I am," Chu Yilan replied. No matter what he said, he had a certain uprightness from years of strictness and solemnity. "But I'm not happy tonight, so you're out of luck."

Shen Lian's smile froze. "What do you mean?"

"It means that even if you use all your tricks tonight, I won't satisfy you." After saying that, Chu Yilan gave Shen Lian's butt a smack. His smile held a hint of playfulness. "Find a way to deal with it yourself, Teacher Shen. I'm sleeping in the study."

Shen Lian: "???"

"Chu Yilan, are you even a man?!"

The only answer Shen Lian got was Chu's cool, departing back.

A few minutes later, after confirming Chu Yilan had really left, Shen Lian threw himself onto the bed, splayed out like a starfish. He thought this wasn't right; it seemed like he was the one doing the fishing, but lately, he was clearly being completely controlled by Chu Yilan.

Shen Lian pounded the bed in impotent rage.

Shen Lian wouldn't let Chu Yilan worry over such a small injury. He showered and went to bed himself. By the time he closed his eyes, the sky was almost light.

In his daze, his bruises felt cool, and he smelled the scent of ointment.

This time, without Sun Binghe having to lift a finger, Chu Yilan personally targeted Tianchong.

When a powerful Vice President from Tianchong came to Hengtai to apologize, he happened to run into Sun Binghe. It's said that Assistant Sun unleashed his ultimate immediately, mocking him to his face for fifteen minutes straight.

The other party originally intended to endure it, as it was his subordinates who had failed to recognize greatness, and Chu Yilan was by no means an easy person to deal with. If he just endured it, he might get through this crisis. Who knew Sun Binghe would tear into everything from his company to his personal life.

The Tianchong Vice President almost thought Sun Binghe was his father; otherwise, why would Sun Binghe know his dark history from years ago so thoroughly?

The timid employees at Hengtai hurried past, while the brave ones listened and exchanged satisfied looks.

"Hilarious. Special Assistant Sun is a walking encyclopedia. He notices details outsiders don't care about. What's digging up a bit of dark history to him?"

"I love seeing these ignorant people being mocked by Assistant Sun until they doubt their lives."

Chu Yilan didn't accept Tianchong's apology; the Vice President couldn't take it in the end and fled in panic.

Sun Binghe watched the man's back with eyes full of ice. Luckily he had taken Yang Bin to the hospital that night. The man's blood clotting was good, so it didn't look scary at first, but once the hair was moved aside, the wound was actually quite large. The attending doctor, worried Yang Bin wouldn't take it seriously, intentionally exaggerated, mentioning things like infection, inflammation, and sepsis if it touched water. It was no wonder Sun Binghe wouldn't show a good face.

The doctor said he needed to shave his head to help the wound heal, but Yang Bin refused to agree no matter what. He'd rather have trouble applying medicine than shave his head.

Assistant Yang was also a man of dignity.