"Good, you’re not mad, so I’ll hang up now."
Ou Jue’s temple throbbed faintly.
He said he wasn’t mad, and this idiot is seriously going to ignore him?!
"Don’t hang up."
"Why? I’m about to go into class."
It’s already evening in Arica, and Ou Jue is standing in the hallway outside the conference room.
Through massive transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, the night view of the entire city of Los Angeles stretches out before him.
At this mont, the city’s stars twinkle brilliantly, and cars flow endlessly.
Ou Jue, clad in a black suit, stands tall and straight, like a King overseeing the world.
He has one hand in his pocket, and the deep glow in his eyes reflects the neon lights outside.
In the next second...
He lets out a cold huff, his thin lips opening slightly, "Spoil ."
"Huh?"
"Huh what? I said, spoil ."
Xiyan blinked innocently, "But... you said you weren’t mad..."
"Are you going to spoil or not?" His tone turned threatening.
"Fine, fine, fine." Xiyan was practically in disbelief—hello? How old are you, sir?! Whatever happened to your aloof persona?!
But how does one even spoil a jealous man? No experience, seriously.
"..."
"..."
A bizarre silence.
Ou Jue spoke icily, with piercing sarcasm, "Do you have a death wish?"
Xiyan awkwardly scratched her chin, "I don’t, so... could you maybe teach how to spoil you?"
"How would I know? Xia Xiyan, are you even a woman?"
"Whoa! This is my first relationship, okay? I have no clue what to do! If you keep insulting , I’ll—I’ll... I’ll hang up!" Xiyan’s threat, however, lacked any real vigor.
First relationship.
Those two words sohow managed to amuse Ou Jue.
He lowered his gaze, a charming curve blooming at the corners of his lips as he chuckled softly.
"Idiot."
For so reason—maybe because the phone was pressed so close to her ear—
His low, muffled laugh sounded particularly seductive.
The softest part of her heart felt like soone was gently brushing it with a feather.
With long, deliberate strides, Ou Jue headed back toward the conference room, "I still have a eting to attend. You’d better behave yourself. Otherwise, you’ll regret it when I get back."
"..."
Not hearing a response, Ou Jue’s voice deepened slightly, dragging the last syllable dangerously, "Hm?"
"Got it!" Honestly, who wants to tangle with a Demon King who gets jealous even over a bouquet of flowers? Nope, not worth it!
When Ou Jue returned to the conference room, it felt almost like he’d undergone a miraculous transformation.
The few senior executives seated at the table had, during Ou Jue’s brief absence, resigned themselves to impending doom.
They had already begun introspecting about potential mistakes in their reports and brainstorming explanations for when their Boss inevitably erupted...
And now—within seconds—they suddenly caught a glimpse of their Boss actually smiling?
What... just happened?
Is this really the sa Boss who just monts ago was radiating volcanic eruption vibes?
Seated with an air of overwhelming dominance, Ou Jue scanned the files before him. Feeling the room go silent, he raised his cold eyes, expression completely blank, before speaking icily, "What are you all staring at? Is there sothing written on my face? Carry on!"
The surrounding staff collectively shivered, arriving at one shared conclusion: It really is him!
Perhaps it was Xiyan’s current brilliance that suddenly made Ou Jue feel a sense of urgency while in Arica.
After all, he couldn’t personally—through sheer proximity and force—pluck every single annoying love interest out of his idiot’s orbit.
So, he had to expedite his return to China!
And thus, over the next few days, the senior executives of the Arican branch experienced so of the darkest and most grueling days of their careers...
Their minds ran wild with only one relentless mantra:
Work overti. Work overti. Work overti!!
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