Chapter 32 - 32 32 His Name is Fan Jian

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32: Chapter 32 His Name is Fan Jian 32: Chapter 32 His Name is Fan Jian But no sooner had he finished speaking than Lin Zifeng made a big turn. In an instant, he pulled Hua Buqi’s body downward. The pain caused Hua Buqi’s tears to flow freely. “You jerk!” With tears streaming down her face, Hua Buqi climbed up from Lin Zifeng’s body and slapped him across the face, though luckily Lin Zifeng reacted quickly. “Why did you hit me?” Lin Zifeng asked, dumbfounded. “Look at the mess you’ve made!” The young woman, delicate and lovely, her cheeks and face rosy up to her neck, seemed exasperated. It had been a misunderstanding, but now, Lin Zifeng’s insistence made Hua Buqi start to wonder if he had done it on purpose. “Hehe, didn’t I do all this for you? Seeing how anxious you were, I just decided to get on with it. After all, I’m a man, so naturally, I have to take on these tough and tiring tasks.” Seeing Lin Zifeng’s sleazy expression, Hua Buqi really wanted to kill him, but recalling the course of events, it seemed all her own doing. They say, ‘If you don’t seek death, you won’t die.’ Now she found herself at a loss for words. Hurriedly climbing off Lin Zifeng, she quickly ran to her room. At the door, she turned to fiercely glare at Lin Zifeng, “If you dare speak of what happened today, I, Hua Buqi, will break your third leg!” Having said this, she bashfully slammed the door shut, then dove into her bed, furiously rolling around and cursing. Meanwhile, Lin Zifeng, seemingly indifferent, touched his cheek, which had nearly been slapped, and muttered to himself, “Women are so fickle! Just a moment ago she seemed desperate, and now she’s changed her tune completely. Could it be that I hurt her, or was her desire threshold too low?” Lin Zifeng felt quite helpless as his aroused desires abruptly subsided, which was truly uncomfortable. Searᴄh the Nôvelƒire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Glancing at his watch, it was almost half-past eight, so he hurried off to the company. Meanwhile, Hua Buqi was left fuming alone in her room. “You despicable jerk! You sleazy, shameless old man! You dare to mess with me, I, Hua Buqi, swear, from now on, it’s war between us!” Recalling how Lin Zifeng had teased her, Hua Buqi was nearly driven mad. Even now, a certain part of her ached sharply, yet she couldn’t deny that the brief contact, painful though it was, had been strangely comforting. “Ah! What’s wrong with me? How can I even think about that disgusting scene? I’m so embarrassed.” Hua Buqi, adorable and lovely, burrowed into the blanket, nearly going mad. … Tianyu Group had a rather old-fashioned habit of clocking in for work. Though clocking in is common in many companies, for a huge corporation comparable to the top 500 in the world, it seemed that the practice of clocking in could use some improvement. Maybe each office or desk could have a fingerprint sensor installed. As soon as employees arrive, they just press their finger on the sensor, which would be so much more convenient and secure, as no one else can fake your fingerprint. The current method of clocking in seems outdated. It seems I need to report this to Nangong Bing, the CEO. Though she is the CEO of a multinational corporation, if lower-level management is not solid, even the mightiest dam is in danger of collapse from the smallest crack.” “Hey! You, you, you, yeah you, hurry up and clock me in.” Just as Lin Zifeng was pondering how to raise the clock-in issue to Nangong Bing, behind him came a sharp-dressed, handsome man driving a BMW, wearing a business suit and black sunglasses, gesturing and calling out to Lin Zifeng. “I’m sorry, sir, but the company has clear rules that each employee must clock in themselves,” Lin Zifeng responded firmly but respectfully. At that, the Phoenix man took off his glasses, revealing enticingly sparkling eyes, and with a smile, he asked Lin Zifeng, “Security, do you know who I am?” “I don’t know, and I don’t want to know.” Phoenix man almost burst out laughing. He considered himself a big shot in the company, having in charge of all Tianyu Group’s advertising and publicity, where women flocked to his side and male staff bowed and called him Director Fan. But now, even such a trivial task as clocking in had become an issue, thanks to some ignorant security guard! Fan Jian was almost amused by this. “I say, little security, are you tired of living, or do you think this job isn’t right for you?” Fan Jian said with an air of superiority, his handsome face turning dark. “It suits me just fine,” Lin Zifeng replied, still calm. “Little security, I’ll remember you. Don’t you dare clock me in today,” Fan Jian said almost threateningly. Having said that, he put on his sunglasses, drove off in his BMW, and disappeared from Lin Zifeng’s sight. “Crap! This freaking poser, just a glass-wearing sissy. Brother, let’s just ignore him.” At that moment, the security team leader, Jia Zhenjing, came over with a cigarette in his mouth. He had seen from a distance that Fan Jian was showing off again. Honestly, to the lower-level staff in the company, Fan Jian was nothing but a show-off! “Who is that guy?” Lin Zifeng asked. “Oh, that’s Fan Jian, the current director of the company’s advertising and planning department. Just a sissy, really. I’ve disliked him for a while now. If it weren’t for his higher position, I would have taken care of him long ago,” Jia Zhenjing said. He had been in the company for over a decade and knew pretty much everyone, although his rough personality explained why he had remained just a humble security team leader all these years. “Fan Jian? His name really suits him!”

Chapter 32 - 32 32 His Name is Fan Jian

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