Chapter 51: The Enchanting Little Secretary

Anya was terrified. She woke up early to watch the Jiangzhou news, only to discover that such a major incident had occurred last night.

Robbers, wicked old men—how could it be that all of these calamities happened to them on the same day? Heaven help them! If anything had gone wrong, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Anya placed all the blame on Yang Changfeng. Before he appeared, Chen Aijia had never encountered any trouble. Now, with his arrival, they had run headlong into robbers and wicked old men. Was he some kind of jinx?

No, this would not do. She had to separate Yang from President Chen immediately.

Anya resolved that today she would sit down and analyze the situation with President Chen: stay away from Yang, and everyone would be better off.

After arriving at work, Anya slipped into Chen Aijia’s office, her face etched with unmistakable displeasure.

Chen Aijia, annoyed, said, “What’s the matter? Did your date yesterday fail to produce the ideal man?”

Anya opened her mouth, aghast—Miss, is this really the time for jokes?

Chen Aijia was in good spirits. Last night, though that scoundrel had seen her again, almost caught her without a stitch, it was hardly the first time. When she arrived in the morning, she had already said to Yang Changfeng, with unmistakable ill will, “Be careful today. Don’t let anything else go wrong.”

Yang Changfeng rolled his eyes. What had he done now?

“Just wait, as soon as work starts, the whole company will know what happened yesterday. Someone will seize the chance to attack you. I’ve never run into such things before, you’ll see—they’ll say you’re a troublemaker, that it was because I was in your car that I met with those robbers. You’ll be driven out jointly, you know.”

Yang Changfeng curled his lip. What era was this? If he truly had such supernatural powers, he’d just get close to anyone he disliked.

“Well, whatever. It’s not as if I’m the one who needed to go to the bank, or that I have to stay in your company. If you want me gone, just don’t take back the money you gave me. As long as you leave my money alone, do whatever you like.” Yang Changfeng wasn’t worried he’d die if he left the company. In fact, it would be just as well—he could help Sun Zhaoxing regain face, try to scrape together some cash, give some to Xu Jier, keep a little for himself. Life wouldn’t be great, but it wouldn’t be worse than the past few days.

Chen Aijia snapped, “Is money all you care about?”

Yang Changfeng merely replied, and Chen Aijia was so annoyed she refused to speak with him.

Looking at Chen Aijia, Yang Changfeng smacked his lips and, sensing her mood, offered a compliment, “The biggest loss would be not being able to spend every day with such a beautiful woman. That’s probably the greatest regret. But since leaving is inevitable, it can’t be helped, right?”

Chen Aijia flared, “Where do you think you’re going? You’ve stirred up Wang Hu, and you expect me, a woman, to deal with the mess you made?”

That “beautiful woman” had delighted Chen Aijia all the way here; even now, she felt quite pleased.

She had thought… Bah! With that lecherous look, how could he be an honorable man? Twice he’d seen everything, always sneaking glances at her chest or thighs—he was certainly no saint.

Yet she couldn’t help but be happy.

Her obvious delight left Anya utterly bewildered.

What are you so pleased about?

Chen Aijia, annoyed, said, “Why aren’t you speaking? Who bullied you? Or did you meet the man's parents and they looked down on you?”

“President Chen, I am speaking seriously. Please be solemn,” Anya said, stamping her foot in agitation.

Chen Aijia leaned back, smiling, “Alright then, tell me—what do you want to discuss?”

Anya declared her position directly: “I think you should keep your distance from Yang. He’s a jinx. None of these things ever happened before, but as soon as he arrived, you met robbers and got scammed by wicked people. The outcome wasn’t terrible this time, but if this continues, I think something big will happen. I firmly believe Yang should stay far away from you.”

Chen Aijia’s smile didn’t waver, and she gestured for Anya to go on.

Anya, frustrated, said, “Can you take this seriously? Haven’t you suffered enough? What’s so good about Yang—he can fight a little, drive a little. I can find someone, a professional bodyguard, who’s much better than him.”

Chen Aijia held up her hand. “Promise me this: can you find someone who can handle security and absolutely will not collude with Wang Hu?”

Anya blushed. Last time, she’d found someone reputedly quite capable, but within days Wang Hu had bought him off, and now he was Wang Hu’s trusted aide. That incident had not only embarrassed Anya beyond measure but also severely undermined Chen Aijia’s authority.

Mumbling, Anya retorted, “But you can’t risk your safety just to deal with Wang Hu, can you?”

Chen Aijia replied coolly, “Let’s not speak of it again. I was the one who needed to go to the bank yesterday—it had nothing to do with him. Whether he went or not, I would have encountered those robbers. Why don’t you consider that he happened to be there to save me, instead of insisting he brought trouble?”

Anya was unconvinced, pouting in silence.

Chen Aijia continued, “If you had been driving yesterday, and I asked you to go to the bank, would you refuse? If you went, could you have defeated the robbers and saved us?”

“But he’s so prone to trouble. If luck hadn’t been on our side, those old men would have extorted us.” Anya knew the logic, but she just wanted Yang gone. Her intuition was strong—keeping him in the company would spell disaster.

If he hadn’t caused trouble yesterday, those old men wouldn’t have clung to them. Thankfully, most people were civilized; otherwise, if those men had latched onto Chen Aijia, the company’s reputation would have suffered immensely—not just financially, but its future and development would be at stake.

If those old men were used with malicious intent, they could become overwhelming external pressure. When powerful social opinion forms, no matter how strong the company is, society would cast it aside.

Chen Aijia’s gaze grew cold, and she suddenly found Anya unfamiliar.

Was this still the friend who had always stood shoulder to shoulder with her against internal and external pressures, whose bond had always been stronger than their hierarchical relationship?

Her determination to drive Yang away was clear; if it was only because of yesterday, it would be understandable, but what if she had other motives?

A chill crept over Chen Aijia.

It was as if she no longer recognized Anya, and she scrutinized her from head to toe, leaving Anya uneasy and perplexed.

Why are you looking at me like this? Did I say anything wrong? Isn’t Yang a jinx?