Yu Wan'er: You Guys Are Actually Grinding Behind My Back

"Ugh~ Fine, I'll just keep being a little freeloader. After mooching off Sister Mengyao, I'll mooch off you!"

Yu Wan'er shot a glare at Jiang Che, who was currently all lovey-dovey with Qiangwei, her heart bubbling with jealousy.

Before meeting Ye Mengyao, her biggest dream had been to earn enough money to cure her mother's illness.

But after encountering Ye Mengyao, who showed her just how extravagant high society could be, Yu Wan'er's mindset completely shifted. The little girl transformed into a full-time freeloader.

Now, however, this freeloader had been plucked off Ye Mengyao by Jiang Che and placed onto himself.

Of course, living lavishly under Jiang Che wasn’t bad—except for one tiny drawback... it was exhausting.

[Well, at least I have Sister Mengyao and Sister Qiaoqiao to laze around with me. Hehe—]

Just as she thought this, Yu Wan'er turned her gaze toward Ye Mengyao and the others—only for her little face to freeze in shock.

"Sister Mengyao!!! What are you all doing???"

Somehow, Ye Mengyao and Qin Qiaoqiao had already hopped onto treadmills and were running hard enough to drench themselves in sweat.

Ye Mengyao wore a tight-fitting tank top and black workout leggings, her long hair tied into a sleek ponytail. Her face, free of makeup, was flushed with exertion, making her look breathtakingly beautiful.

Most strikingly, her figure—once as modest as a pair of steamed buns—now showed noticeable curves, with the faint outline of abs peeking through.

"Oh, Sister Gu took us to work out last time. I've been training for a month now. So? What do you think of my progress?"

Yu Wan'er: "......"

Instantly, she felt as if the whole world had abandoned her. You’ve been secretly grinding behind my back?

Are you even human?!

Comparing Ye Mengyao’s now-toned figure to her own scrawny frame, even the little cowlick on her head seemed to wilt in defeat.

"Haha, Wan'er, you're still too young, so we didn’t bring you along. But look at you—soft and squishy, so cute!"

"Jiang Che loves weak little girls like you, you know? Hehe—"

Ye Mengyao stepped off the treadmill, scooped Yu Wan'er into her arms, and planted a kiss on her soft, tender cheek.

The scent of her sweat made Yu Wan'er blush, her eyes darting away in embarrassment.

[As expected, Sister Mengyao is way better than that stinky Jiang Che.]

Jiang Che, who was currently tutoring Qiangwei on the piano, glanced sideways at Yu Wan'er.

Honestly, if Yu Wan'er and Ye Mengyao were characters in any other novel, they’d be heading straight for a yuri route.

Even though Jiang Che, the big bad villain, had forcefully pried them apart and crushed their little romance, it seemed the embers were still smoldering.

Clearly, these girls had way too much energy to spare!

My bad, my bad. A proper villain must always reflect on his mistakes.

......

That afternoon, after leaving the Jiang residence, Jiang Che headed to the company.

The current CEO of both businesses was Leng Ningqiu, who managed 'Yuanche Pharmaceutical' and 'Qiangsheng Group' with her near-perfect executive team.

Her business acumen was off the charts, and under her leadership, both companies ran like well-oiled machines.

Most corporations were riddled with internal factions—hence the endless power struggles and corporate espionage.

But in Jiang Che’s case? None of that nonsense existed.

Nearly 80% of the shareholders were his own people, allowing decisions to be made swiftly and propelling rapid growth.

"Young Master, you're here?"

The receptionists at Qiangsheng Group all recognized Jiang Che—after all, he was the shadowy big boss behind everything.

"I’m here to see your President Leng."

No sooner had he spoken than a cool, elegant figure emerged from the private executive elevator.

Leng Ningqiu was undeniably stunning. To outsiders, she was the epitome of an untouchable ice queen—a high-altitude flower no one dared to pluck.

Employees at Qiangsheng Group couldn’t help but stare.

Even though they saw her flawless face daily, each encounter still left them breathless.

Her beauty embodied all the finest traits of a classical Dragon Country beauty—graceful yet unpretentious, radiant yet never gaudy.

"Mast—ahem... Chairman Jiang, it’s been a while."

Her icy demeanor melted instantly, though Jiang Che’s subtle glance stopped her from blurting out 'Master' in public.

"Chairman Jiang, shall we discuss matters upstairs?"

She looped her arm through his, pressing close enough that her sinuous curves made it impossible to look away.

Jiang Che sighed inwardly. While Leng Ningqiu was the ultimate 'super employee,' she came with a cost.

A hundred kilometers per kidney!

Well, she was his woman—and far from just a pretty face. He had to distribute his 'energy' fairly among all his ladies.

Of course, he hadn’t come just for her. He had an agenda.

But his Ningqiu was too irresistible. Might as well satisfy this hungry little fox first.

As Jiang Che and Leng Ningqiu disappeared into the elevator, the hearts of many young male employees shattered.

What young man didn’t dream of a whirlwind romance with a gorgeous CEO?

Countless wish-fulfillment novels revolved around underdogs winning over ice-cold business queens—just the thought was exhilarating.

Yet here was their goddess, whisked away by another man.

"Enough! Stop daydreaming and get back to work! You think you stand a chance with President Leng?"

The manager’s words crushed the last shred of hope in the young men’s hearts.

"Seriously? You didn’t know President Leng is already taken? She’s Young Master Jiang’s woman! Don’t even entertain delusions!"

"Qiangsheng Group is now backed by the Dragon Country government. Our future’s bright—just focus on making money."

The young men chuckled wryly. Comparing themselves to Jiang Che was just asking for misery.

"Fair enough. With benefits this good, why ask for more?"

......

It wasn’t until late at night that Jiang Che and Leng Ningqiu finally left the office.

For the past six hours, they had been discussing the company’s future plans and development strategies. Leng Ningqiu had, of course, given a very pure and thorough work report.

"Ningqiu, have these items produced in secret."

Jiang Che handed her several blueprints—each detailing a new type of 'anti-ancient martial arts particle weapon.'