Fang Jinghai was in his office with a newly hired, voluptuous and sensual secretary sitting on his lap.
"Mr. Fang, is it appropriate for you to have me acpany you to tomorrow night’s banquet?" The secretary gently placed her hands on Fang Jinghai’s neck, her body closely pressed against his.
Fang Jinghai ogled the secretary’s body with a sleazy expression, and his hands on her were far from disciplined.
"There’s nothing inappropriate about it."
"But I don’t have a dress suitable for the banquet. If I dress too shabbily, I’m afraid I’ll embarrass you, Mr. Fang." The secretary cooed softly in Fang Jinghai’s ear.
"That’s an easy fix. Take my card and buy yourself a dress you like, and anything else you fancy." Fang Jinghai fished a card from his wallet and handed it to the secretary.
The secretary accepted the card with a sweet smile. "Thank you, Mr. Fang."
Hearing the secretary’s voice, Fang Jinghai felt almost boneless with pleasure, and eagerly wrapped his arms around her waist, heading into the inner room...
After their dalliance, the secretary left a kiss on Fang Jinghai’s cheek and took the card to go shopping.
Fang Jinghai lay in bed with a satisfied expression on his face when suddenly the phone rang...
"Mr. Fang, there’s been an incident with young Fang! You should e over!" Fang Jinghai abruptly sat up in bed.
This son of his, bequeathed at the age of forty, was the apple of Fang Jinghai’s eye, pampered beyond belief, which led to his current state.
Upon hearing that his son was in trouble, how could Fang Jinghai remain calm? While getting dressed, he inquired about his son’s situation, "What’s going on? You can’t handle it?" Fang Jinghai asked with a frown.
"Mr. Fang, it’s quite a plex situation this time. You should e over quickly!" The man, speaking, glanced up at Chu Liyuan, and his inner fear rose another notch.
"I’ll send you the address right away! Okay!" After hanging up, the man looked at Chu Liyuan and unconsciously stepped back, "All done!"
Chu Liyuan shot the man a cold glance but said nothing, turning instead towards young Fang. "What did you just say?" As Chu Liyuan spoke, a fierce murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
"I... I..." Young Fang was utterly dumbfounded, unable to speak in Chu Liyuan’s presence.
"It seems last time’s lesson wasn’t enough, crippling one of your hands. Today, I will ensure you’ll never forget this," Chu Liyuan’s voice was icy and terrifying, causing the listener’s eardrums to tremble.
"What do you...What are you trying to do? I’m telling you, my father is Fang Jinghai. If you dare to touch me, my father won’t let you off!" Young Fang kept retreating as he spoke.
"Oh, really? I would like to see how Fang Jinghai plans not to let me off." With that, he kicked young Fang’s knee. With a crunch, young Fang fell to the ground, clutching his knee, wailing, "You’re finished, you’re finished! I’ll have my father cripple you, make your life a living hell!" Young Fang rolled in pain on the ground, still hurling threats at Chu Liyuan.
"Fine! I’ll show you what a living hell truly is!" Chu Liyuan cast a cold glance at young Fang and delivered another kick to the other knee.
Young Fang’s screams echoed through the amusement park, startling even some people who were playing games.
Meanwhile, as Fang Jinghai rushed over, he urgently instructed the driver, "Faster, hurry up."
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