Why don't you just say you're the CEO of Anjia Company

The taxi pulled up in front of Huachuang Tower.

In an instant, Wang Yuan's eyes lit up.

That voice—it was the Boss!

Yu Baobao glanced at the half-wrecked taxi and couldn't help rolling her eyes.

Seriously? This loser called another taxi-driving loser friend to back him up?

What a pathetic simp! Couldn’t even find a decent friend to show off.

An Yi stepped out of the taxi and said calmly, "I can confirm what he said is true. Wang Yuan is indeed an employee of An Corporation."

"Oh please, like we’d take your word for it? Why don’t you just claim you’re the CEO of An Corporation while you’re at it?" Yu Baobao sneered.

Her eyes swept over An Yi—a broke loser, but damn, he was ridiculously good-looking!

He could easily replace Uncle Liu as her backup option.

After all, Uncle Liu had that nasty habit of wetting the bed. Disgusting!

Hmm, backup plan No. 2 it is.

"How did you know I’m the Boss of An Corporation?" An Yi raised an eyebrow at Wang Yuan. "Did you leak it?"

Wang Yuan shook his head like a rattle drum. "No, no! I’ve never mentioned it."

"Good."

An Yi clasped his hands behind his back, gazing at the distant scenery with an air of serenity. "My identity shouldn’t be casually exposed. It goes against my humble principles."

Wang Yuan nodded eagerly. "You’re absolutely right, Boss."

Watching the two losers play their little act, Yu Baobao felt like she was about to puke last night’s dinner.

She had never seen someone take pretentiousness to this level.

Yu Baobao scoffed. "So you’re employees of An Corporation, huh? Fine. My boyfriend also works there. Let’s see if you’re lying when he gets here!"

Wang Yuan froze as if struck by lightning, his voice trembling. "You… you said you didn’t have a boyfriend?"

For a moment, he had clung to the hope that Yu Baobao was just a player, keeping her options open without committing. But no—she was already taken!

Yu Baobao shot him a disdainful look. "Idiot. If I didn’t have a boyfriend, you’d just be simps. How could you even qualify as backups?"

Originally, she hadn’t had a boyfriend.

After all, stringing along a few simps made for a comfortable life.

And if things got really tough, Uncle Liu’s pension was nothing to scoff at.

But then, one day, her Simp No. 8 made a comeback!

Thanks to some shady connections, he actually landed a job at An Corporation.

Even though it was just an entry-level position, the monthly salary of over 10,000 yuan was enough to make anyone jealous.

These days, An Corporation was the hottest name in town.

For Yu Baobao, who didn’t even have a job and struggled to afford meals, a five-figure salary was more than enough to consider him husband material.

So, just two days ago, she finally caved and let him level up from simp to boyfriend.

Wang Yuan slumped to the ground, his eyes blank.

He’d been cuckolded… again?

Why was he always the one getting hurt?

"Yuan, life isn’t just about the struggles in front of you—there’s also the endless supply of green hats waiting in the distance. Only by enduring hardship can you forge a heart strong enough to bear life’s burdens."

An Yi patted his shoulder solemnly.

Yu Baobao snorted. "No money, no looks, no physique—just a diploma from Donghai University. If I’m keeping you as a backup, I at least need something to work with! Even Uncle Liu next door is better than you!"

Wang Yuan let out a hollow laugh.

In that moment, he achieved enlightenment.

What was the point of living? What was there to fear in death?

Just then, a man with a round belly and a greasy face waddled out of the building. His thunderous footsteps suggested he weighed at least 300 pounds.

"Sweetie, you’re here~" Yu Baobao cooed, her voice dripping with sweetness as she clung to his arm—which was as thick as her waist.

The chubby guy pinched her cheek affectionately. "What’s up, babe? Why’d you call me down?"

"Oh, nothing~ I just missed you!"

Yu Baobao pressed herself against him, practically trying to merge into his blubbery mass.

"Come on, gimme a kiss!"

"Eww, not in public! There are people watching!"

"Nooo, babe, just one kiss~"

As the two locked lips, Wang Yuan’s eyes burned with fury.

What had he done to deserve this?

How was this fat slob better than him?

He really was an employee of An Corporation—why wouldn’t she believe him?

She’d rather pick an old man than him!

Sensing Wang Yuan’s rage, Yu Baobao tugged at the chubby guy’s arm and whined, "Gege! This guy claims he works at An Corporation!"

The chubby guy gave Wang Yuan a once-over. "And you are…?"

"Wang Yuan, the newly appointed Director of Marketing." Wang Yuan straightened his collar, his voice icy.

The chubby guy had been a little wary at first, but hearing "Director of Marketing" made him burst out laughing. "You? A director? Our directors make millions a year! You look like you didn’t even finish college!"

Just as Wang Yuan was about to snap, An Yi stopped him and calmly asked, "Who’s your supervisor?"

"Oho, trying to dig up my connections? Fine, I’ll tell you—my backer is Brother Wang Genji, the 'One Tile'! He fought alongside the Boss back in the day. Even Vice President Lan has to show him respect!" The chubby guy puffed out his chest proudly.

Yu Baobao gazed at him with stars in her eyes.

An Yi hesitated, then tapped his phone.

"Hello, Boss. What can I do for you?" A raspy voice answered.

An Yi replied coolly, "Ah Feng, get One Tile down here. Have him identify someone."

Hearing An Yi say "Ah Feng," the chubby guy faltered.

There was no "Ah Feng" in the company… Wait—could he mean Vice President Ding?!

"Holy sh—"

The chubby guy’s face paled.

Nobody just casually called Ding Renfeng "Ah Feng"!

Everyone in Jiangbei City knew Ding Renfeng’s past ties to the underworld!

"Right away, Boss. Just a moment—"

Ding Renfeng didn’t waste time. Soon, hurried footsteps echoed through the phone.

"One Tile! The Boss wants you—downstairs, now!"

"The Boss wants me? Shit, why are you dragging your feet?! Move it!"

An Yi hung up and smiled at the chubby guy. "What’s your name?"

"Me? Wang Genshuo!" the chubby guy declared proudly.

He and Wang Genji were from the same hometown.

One was named "Wang Genji" (Root Foundation), the other "Wang Genshuo" (Root Excellence).

Back then, he’d intimidated the HR girl just by dropping his name.

Otherwise, he’d still be a basement-dwelling loser, practicing his "aim" in front of a computer screen.

Yes, he had once been Simp No. 8—until a guy named Wang Yuan showed up.

At that moment, Wang Genji came rushing down.

An Yi gave him a quick glance.

Gone was the thuggish delinquent from before.

Now, Wang Genji wore gold-rimmed glasses, a tailored suit, and a slicked-back hairstyle that replaced his old wolf-tail cut. A luxury watch gleamed on his wrist.

The very picture of a refined scoundrel—a true "successful" man.

The chubby guy’s face lit up at the sight of him. "Brother Genji! Brother Genji! I’ve been at the company for over a week, and I finally get to meet you!"

Wang Genji stopped and frowned. "Who the hell are you?"

The chubby guy’s smile froze.