In the headquarters of Ivy Logistics, a young man sat calmly in the chairman's office with a cup of fragrant tea sat on the table in front of him.
A man in his fifties was kneeling in front of him with a frightened look. He did not dare to look into the latter's eyes, so he kept his head bowed. His body shivered when he sensed the young man's displeasure spiked.
Moments ago, the young man in front of him appeared outside his office window out of the blue.
His office was on the thirty-third floor. Thirty-third!
Despite the towering height, the young man was levitating outside his window and staring at him intensely like a ghost.
In the end, the young man pushed the window open and walked into his office casually, as though it was his home.
He did not need to say or do anything. Just one gesture from him had the chairman of Ivy Logistics dropping to his knees in fear.
Since then, the chairman did everything Ye Fan asked of him without any objection.
Soon, Li He arrived at Mr. Wei's office with Qiu Mucheng in tow.
“Mr. Wei, what happened? Why are you kneeling? Are your knees hurt again? Why did you ask me to bring her up here? I already have someone in a car waiting outside the building. We'll accomplish the task once we send her over to Mr. Meng's. With the Meng family supporting us, we won't have to worry about the company's business in the future,” Li He uttered excitedly, walking through the door.
“Shut your mouth, you blathering idiot!”
Wei Qing almost peed his pants at Li He's blabber.
He internally cussed Li He for his lack of sense. Couldn 't he see the young man sitting in front of me?
Simply ignoring the two men, Ye Fan got up. He crossed the room to carry the sleeping Qiu Mucheng into his arms.
It had been over two years since Ye Fan got to feel her so close to him. An unknown feeling stirred within
him.
He looked down at the woman in his arms and compared her with the previous lovely CEO of Mufan Group—she looked plainer now.
She was not dressed in branded clothing or adorned with luxurious jewelry. She did not even wear her make-up. Even so, her bare face was as beautiful as ever.
Such a natural beauty she is.
Looking at her sleeping face, Ye Fan reached out his hand, wanting to caress her cheek, but just when he was about to touch her, he halted his movement.
“D-Don't you worry, mister. Ms. Qiu is merely asleep. She'll wake up tomorrow morning. We didn't harm even a single hair on her head. She's still pure, as we didn't touch her yet, so you could take her back and enjoy her if you wish,” Wei Qing quickly explained when he caught Ye Fan's hand stopping in midair.
Slap!
The minute those disgusting words came out of Wei Qing's mouth, Ye Fan instantly waved his sleeve, sending him flying backward. Wei Qing let out a pained yelp. Blood dripped down the corner of his mouth as his back hit the wall, sliding to the floor in a heap.
“T-This...”
Li He, who witnessed the entire scene from the side, was so stunned that he could not get a proper word out.
The whole scene was like a movie to him.
With just a wave of his sleeve, Ye Fan had managed to throw the hundred over pounds of Wei Qing against the wall without even touching him.
l-ls he even human?
Wei Qing pushed himself up to a kneeling position.
It finally clicked in his mind what he was dealing with at that moment—the young man in front of him was not an average person.
“How could you defile my Mucheng with your disgusting words?” Ye Fan said coldly. His chilling tone scared Wei Qing into a fit of apologies.
“Do you have more of the sedative you gave
Mucheng?” Ye Fan asked. “Pour it into a cup for me and get me a sack.”
Without making a sound, Wei Qing immediately obeyed Ye Fan's instructions.
Soon, he brought both items to Ye Fan.
“Is the dose sufficient?” Ye Fan questioned after glimpsing at the cup in front of him.
“l-lt's enough for Ms. Qiu to sleep for another two days.” Li He replied, thinking Ye Fan had requested it for Qiu Mucheng.
After all, it would make things a lot easier with her asleep.
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