Chapter 47: The Enraged Beautiful Boss

Chapter 047: The Furious Beauty Boss

The next morning.

As the sunlight filtered through the curtains and fell across his face, Chu Fei opened his eyes. Squinting at his surroundings, it took him a moment to remember where he was.

He reached out to remove a snow-white, enticing arm draped over his neck, then gently moved a long, alluring leg pressed across his abdomen, before rolling over and sitting up. Turning his head, he glanced at the women beside him, frowning slightly.

This was a luxurious hotel room, the bed enormous. Besides Chu Fei, who was completely unclothed, three similarly unclothed women lay there: two young wives and one beautiful middle-aged woman. Their faces and figures were captivating—perhaps not as stunning as Ximen Lu or Xu Shiqi, but certainly enough to drive any man mad with desire.

Looking at the three women sprawled across the bed in various postures, blissful and content, Chu Fei’s memories of the previous night slowly reassembled. After leaving the Red Rendezvous Club, he’d ducked into a high-end bar. His charm and good looks had quickly drawn the attention of many women, but Chu Fei had chosen these three with purpose. Following a chaotic brawl, in which he’d floored more than a dozen men, he finally succeeded in winning over the bar’s three most dazzling beauties, who willingly accompanied him back to the hotel.

What followed was an entire night of tangled passion. Chu Fei distinctly remembered that even at three in the morning, he was still dealing with the provocations of the middle-aged beauty. Women in their thirties and forties are said to be wolves and tigers—he’d chosen these three precisely for that reason. He needed to vent, desperately so. Yet after a whole night, even Chu Fei’s formidable stamina was nearly spent. In the end, though, he managed to leave the three women utterly exhausted, as their sleeping postures and expressions now made clear.

Smack—

Having finished washing up, Chu Fei returned to the bedside and gave a playful slap to the thigh of one of the young wives, who was sprawled in an unseemly posture at the foot of the bed.

“Handsome, haven’t you had enough? It’s early morning and you still want more? You’re a real iron man…” The young wife opened her drowsy eyes and, seeing Chu Fei’s gaze, assumed he wanted to continue. Though exhausted, she still gave him a flirtatious smile and stretched a delicate foot toward him, her meaning obvious: Come on, handsome…

Instead, Chu Fei caught her ankle and set her foot aside, speaking calmly, “The room was booked with your ID. Remember to check out later—and the deposit’s yours.”

“What the hell, what’s that supposed to mean? I’m not some cheap hooker!” The young wife flared up, sitting bolt upright and cursing at Chu Fei, as if her chastity had been insulted.

Chu Fei just curled his lip and left the room without a backward glance, ignoring the woman’s increasingly indignant shouts behind him.

“Bastard, absolute bastard!” she continued to curse at the closed door. In truth, she was rather satisfied with this man: domineering, handsome, a formidable fighter who’d wrested her away from a crowd, and, most importantly, impressive in bed—last night she’d nearly been done in more than once.

But his words had been infuriating.

Just then, she noticed two pairs of eyes locked on her with complicated expressions—the other young wife and the middle-aged beauty, awakened by her shouting.

“What? Did I say something wrong?” she asked awkwardly.

No one answered.

The three women hadn’t known each other before. Last night, tipsy and muddled, nothing had seemed amiss. Now, awake and sober, everything felt wrong—especially with all three of them naked in bed with a man.

“Well, that bastard’s gone. Let’s go have breakfast together, my treat,” the more thick-skinned young wife broke the awkward silence with a breezy invitation.

“Sure,” the other two agreed, and the tension finally eased.

—

“Chu Fei, don’t you think you owe me an explanation?”

In the office.

Ximen Lu looked at Chu Fei, her face flushed with anger, voice raised.

“What explanation?” Chu Fei replied with a look of confusion, yawning. Last night’s wildness may have drained all his dark moods, but the cost was a sleepless night and utter exhaustion. He could think of nothing he wanted more than a quiet nap.

“You—” Ximen Lu’s anger only grew. “You’re late, do you know that?”

“I know. Just dock my bonus then,” Chu Fei answered carelessly, slumping into the seat across from her.

Ximen Lu gritted her teeth. “Fine, let’s not talk about your tardiness. Where did you go last night? Why didn’t you come home?”

She was genuinely furious—this bastard was beyond belief. Last night had been her first official day moving into Chu Fei’s place. After work, she’d gone shopping for a fridge, a washing machine, and even bought ingredients to cook up a feast, wanting to mark the occasion and lay a good foundation for their time together.

But she’d waited half the night and still he hadn’t come home. In the end, swallowing her pride, she called Chu Fei—only to find his phone switched off, unreachable no matter how many times she tried. Her initial enthusiasm had turned to burning anger. She’d waited until dawn, but Chu Fei never appeared. She’d lost her appetite, skipped dinner, and made do with a few bites of instant noodles.

She’d planned to confront him first thing in the morning, but the bastard was late for work and didn’t show up until nearly noon. And then—the smell on him: sweat, alcohol, and a faint, unfamiliar perfume…

And his listless state, sunken eyes, looking very much like a man who’d spent the night in debauchery—this only made Ximen Lu angrier. Before Chu Fei could speak, she blurted out, “Look at you! Drained from overindulgence! What on earth did you do last night? Don’t tell me you spent it fooling around with loose women?”

“How did you know?” Chu Fei looked genuinely surprised, thinking, Ximen Lu is truly something else.

“You—” Ximen Lu was about to explode. “Chu Fei, could you please take things seriously for once? Have you ever shown me an ounce of respect?”

“Of course I respect you.” Chu Fei looked at her with utmost sincerity. “But you should respect me too. You’re not my wife—why do you care where I go at night? Do I need to report my every move?”

“But I’m living with you now. Shouldn’t you at least consider my feelings?” Ximen Lu felt a lump in her throat, and Chu Fei’s question left her momentarily guilty—perhaps she really was being overbearing.

“Of course I consider your feelings.” Chu Fei’s eyes unconsciously drifted to Ximen Lu’s delicate, alluring face. “You’re so beautiful and tempting—it’s only natural for a man to have needs. But I can’t bring myself to ruin you, so I have to find someone else to vent my urges. Otherwise, should I just die from holding it in?”

Ximen Lu’s face flushed bright red, completely at a loss for words. After a long pause, she managed, “So you really did go out looking for women last night?”

“I had no choice. You’re too tempting—if I didn’t get it out of my system, I wouldn’t be able to work.” Chu Fei looked at her with feigned innocence, then grinned wickedly. “Unless, of course, you’d rather I come to you when I need relief?”

“Get out!” Ximen Lu snapped through clenched teeth.

Chu Fei obediently left the office.

Bastard, utter bastard.

Ximen Lu cursed him under her breath, her face still burning. She wasn’t stupid—Chu Fei’s answers and his overindulged appearance left little doubt that he’d really spent the night with other women. And from the looks of him, it had been all night.

Shameless.

To think he’d not only done it, but admitted it so brazenly—he was beyond shameless! Ximen Lu fumed inwardly.

Then she stood and walked over to the full-length mirror, scrutinizing the delicate woman reflected there. Her lips curled up involuntarily. Could she really be that irresistible to Chu Fei? Tempting enough to drive him out to seek other women?

But even if he couldn’t bear it, how could he go out carousing? Who knows what kind of women are out there?

Ximen Lu’s thoughts wandered aimlessly. She didn’t even know how she truly felt anymore. In truth, she’d always had a deep crush on Chu Fei. If he’d beckoned to her a few years back, she’d have thrown caution to the wind and let him do as he pleased, not caring if he sullied her—she’d have been excited, not angry.

But with age and experience, her perspective had changed. She still felt her heart race when she saw Chu Fei, but she’d never rush into his arms so recklessly now. Even if she were to do so, they’d need some emotional foundation first—Chu Fei had never once said he liked her. What kind of arrangement was this?

Bastard, bastard, utter bastard.

If you really can’t control yourself, you could come to me.

The thought suddenly popped into Ximen Lu’s head, startling her and leaving her even more unsettled.

—

Chu Fei, meanwhile, was in excellent spirits.

He wasn’t one to dwell on the past. Though Qi Hong’s departure had weighed on him, a night of wild abandon had diluted much of that heaviness.

Ximen Lu’s interrogation hadn’t dampened his mood at all—on the contrary, he felt lighter than ever. This was what it felt like to be alive, to truly live. Still, he found Ximen Lu’s reaction a little extreme. Could it be that she actually harbored feelings for him? He’d have to be careful—after all, she was living in his house. If she ever tried to take advantage of him, that would be a problem.

“Chu Fei, Weiwei isn’t coming in today. She said she has a thesis review at school,” Zhang Qing reported as soon as Chu Fei walked in.

“Alright,” Chu Fei nodded. He already knew that Murong Wei was still a senior at university and only interning with the company. Skipping work for school was normal.

“This fax came from Qingyan Studio this morning. They want to discuss a detailed collaboration with us this afternoon.” Zhang Qing handed him a document. “Lu said you’ll be leading this project, and she won’t attend the meeting herself.”

“That won’t do—she’s the boss. How can she not be there?” Chu Fei was taken aback. Ximen Lu trusted him too much, leaving such a big matter entirely in his hands?

He stood, gathering the documents to discuss things with her, but had only taken a few steps when he stopped, turning to look at a middle-aged man who’d just appeared at the door.

The Emperor of Shenghe—Liu Ping!