Chapter 39: Taking Liberties

Many people at the company looked down on Yang Changfeng—more than just a little. The office, which should have been perfectly fine, was turned upside down by the frightened security guards scrambling over each other to tidy it up for him. Even the logistics manager had personally led a team to carry in office furniture and supplies, all befitting a middle manager’s rank, with even potted plants that cost over a thousand each. And yet, the bastard had the nerve to say he wouldn’t be working from the office these next few days?

Studying?

Study your damn self!

He’d holed up in the training room, thinking everyone would just forget about him? That everyone would forget this troublemaker, only for him to suddenly come out and target someone else he found disagreeable?

Get lost, just get lost!

Yang Changfeng could feel the intense malice from his coworkers and sneezed several times in succession. He knew some people thought he was just putting on airs. But Yang Changfeng had his own plans. If he went into his office now, he’d only be sidelined by others.

Once inside, Wang Hu would just dump a mountain of files on him. According to company policy, he’d have to study what needed studying and approve what needed approving. Who knew, maybe all sorts of messes that had piled up in the security department—issues like staff benefits—would get dumped on his desk. That would mean running to the deputy director in charge, and that would turn into another pile of trouble.

But if he went straight to Chen Aijia for help, not only would that be breaking protocol, it would be causing trouble by going over people’s heads. How would the other deputy directors, who usually minded their own business, feel about that? Someone who destroys good office vibes is unwelcome everywhere.

By staying in the training room and following company rules, he was entitled to at least three days of onboarding and training. During that time, he could avoid dealing with all the material Wang Hu was shoving his way. After all, he was new here and had no management experience—how could he not study? This way, requests that might significantly impact the security team’s benefits wouldn’t be neglected in a way that would make the whole department turn against him.

Until he had a true circle of loyal followers, Yang Changfeng wasn’t about to do the kind of dirty, thankless work that would offend a group of deputy directors, wreck the atmosphere of the office, and turn the employees’ discontent directly against him. He wouldn’t do it.

These few days, he had a lot on his plate: keeping up his struggle with Wang Hu, preparing to help Sun Zhaoxing save face, but most importantly, protecting Chen Aijia and Anya. As long as Chen Aijia stayed safe, the situation in the company would gradually start to tilt in her favor, and naturally, in his favor as well.

Yang Changfeng calculated that after a year at the company, the money he’d earn would be enough to start a small business. If Xu Jier didn’t have too many expenses, he might even be able to leave the company right after helping Chen Aijia remove Wang Hu as a threat, and go do his own thing.

Right—he still needed to find time to check on Xu Jier, see how she’d been these days, and whether she’d been bullied. The thought of her came to him suddenly. If possible, maybe he could ask Chen Aijia for help. The company was hiring anyway; couldn’t they offer Xu Jier a suitable position? For a company this large, it shouldn’t be such a difficult favor.

At worst, he’d just do a bit more for Chen Aijia in return. He was confident the value he could provide her far outweighed what she could do for Xu Jier, but this held a special significance for him.

He was still mulling over how to bring it up to Chen Aijia—how to ask for her help without letting her know about his past, which he didn’t want to talk about, yet still help the girl. It wasn’t easy!

Anya arrived.

Her high heels tapped out a familiar rhythm as the beautiful woman entered the training room. Seeing Yang Changfeng staring blankly at a book, Anya gave a light laugh.

“Brother Yang, the boss wants to see you in her office,” Anya called softly.

Yang Changfeng didn’t respond, his gaze vacant as if he were buried in his book, looking as though he was deep in study.

What was he thinking about, so absorbed, with that faintly troubled look? Did someone like him even have things that troubled him?

He’d beaten Wang Hu black and blue, taken out his five best enforcers, sent them off to the provincial headquarters, where they’d be lucky to ever see daylight again, and left the entire security department quaking in their boots—what could possibly trouble him?

She walked over and gave his shoulder a push, but in the very next second, Anya let out a startled shriek.

The moment her fingers touched him, Yang Changfeng instinctively flipped her over his shoulder. Before Anya could react, she was airborne, the ceiling flashing past her eyes.

Yang Changfeng realized too late—this was a girl.

The arm he grabbed was slender, her scent sweet and feminine—this had to be Anya.

He quickly shifted his stance, catching her with both hands just as she was about to hit the desk.

Anya was as pale as a sheet, stunned speechless with fright.

Yang Changfeng looked at her in surprise. “Scared stiff? Hey, Anya, Xiao Ya, Ya Ya… Beauty!”

With a shiver, Anya burst into tears, throwing her arms around Yang Changfeng’s neck.

Uh, don’t think you can suffocate me just because you’re well-endowed. Go ahead, try harder—yes, a bit more!

His face was buried between her ample bosom. Anya was wearing a black tailored suit today, and with her generous curves, two buttons of her shirt were undone. After almost being thrown, a third button had popped open, revealing a snowy expanse of chest and the edge of a pale blue bra.

With her holding him tight, Yang Changfeng’s face was pressed firmly into her softness, the scent of her skin filling his senses. He began to feel a bit embarrassed.

To have evil thoughts about a girl who’d just been scared out of her wits—it didn’t seem right.

He quickly patted Anya’s back and set her on the desk, muttering, “Beauty, are you trying to suffocate me so you can have me all to yourself?”

Startled, Anya let go at once, rolling across the desk and nearly falling off again.

“Don’t you dare tell anyone!” she exclaimed, hastily buttoning up, her face flushed with embarrassment and anger.

Yang Changfeng took the opportunity to sneak a few more glances—big, white, soft. Surprisingly, Anya’s figure was no less impressive than Chen Aijia’s. If he could savor it slowly, it would truly be a paradise!

Blushing even more under his gaze, Anya turned away to fix her clothes, then stomped her foot and marched toward the door. Only when she reached it did she remember her errand. She turned, glared at Yang Changfeng—who was still sitting there with his eyes closed, savoring the moment—and snapped, both embarrassed and annoyed, “The boss wants you in her office. Hurry up!”

Yang Changfeng put on a stern face, threatening, “Talk to me like that again and I’ll drag you off to bed, believe it or not?”

Anya squealed, stomped her foot, and pouted, “You’re just trying to scare me—hurry up! There’s a Mr. Sun waiting for you; the boss wants you to see him.”