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Watching two "big blondes" and the mixed-race woman simultaneously calling him to their offices, Li Zhiyan couldn't help but feel an internal burst of joy.

Actually, he especially enjoyed witnessing scenes where two women were at each other's throats—it was downright exhilarating for him.

"President, President Jiang, you're both asking me to go to your offices. This is really tricky for me. The President is my highest boss, but President Jiang is the boss of my department. Whose orders should I follow?"

"Go back to your desk first—we'll decide!"

Catherine snapped angrily, and Li Zhiyan was only too happy to see two foreign tigresses biting at each other.

This situation was definitely to his advantage; ever since Evelyn had joined, Catherine seemed to have forgotten about the agreements they'd made.

Returning to his desk, Li Zhiyan noticed Liu Jinxin, Liu Yichen, and Jin Mengyu all sitting nearby.

As Li Zhiyan approached, Jin Mengyu smirked at him and said, "So, I heard you're pretty good at fighting? How about we have a match?"

The trio seemed to be thick as thieves now—joined at the hip, as it were.

There was an undeniable arrogance in Jin Mengyu's tone, the kind of domineering attitude that left no room for negotiation.

Li Zhiyan knew very well the kind of strong background Jin Mengyu came from.

His parents' wealth and influence were ranked top-tier in all of Shanghai—born with a silver spoon in his mouth, arrogance was practically second nature for him.

"I'm not interested."

Without saying a word, Jin Mengyu abruptly attacked, throwing a punch right at Li Zhiyan's head!

Liu Jinxin was already quietly thrilled inside; ever since becoming part of the "princeling clique," he'd grown significantly more self-assured.

It felt as if he, too, had a parent high up in the company ranks watching out for him.

The only downside was that the spending habits of the clique were far too extravagant; Liu Jinxin often felt like he was struggling to keep up.

Last night, when visiting Jin Mengyu's luxury villa, Jin Mengyu and Liu Yichen had been chatting about hairstyling products. Initially, he had wanted to use the same brand of hair gel and pomade as them.

But he found out one set cost upwards of ten thousand yuan! Crushed under the pressure of his lingering online loans, he was forced to lie, claiming his own set was of the same brand and that he still had some left at home.

Reflecting on how Li Zhiyan likely used hair gel that sold for just a few yuan per bottle, Liu Jinxin smugly lifted his head again.

If only his mom hadn't insisted on raising him in relative poverty, funneling all the money somewhere else, he would be a bona fide rich kid by now!

As for Jin Mengyu's sudden assault, Li Zhiyan wasn't surprised in the least; he'd long anticipated it and wasn't about to back down.

He was never one to miss an opportunity for justified self-defense.

After dodging Jin Mengyu's attack, Li Zhiyan countered with a hard kick to his gut.

Jin Mengyu, who spent all day bulking up in the gym, was utterly unprepared for this. The kick sent him flying!

"Young Master Jin!"

Liu Yichen and Liu Jinxin were totally stunned. There was no way anyone could protect Li Zhiyan now!

The colleagues in the sales department froze in complete shock.

Although Liu Yichen also came from a "princeling" background, Catherine's position as CEO wasn't even guaranteed to last. In comparison, Jin Mengyu was undeniably the blue-blooded heir of the Changlong Group!

And here was Li Zhiyan, daring to beat him up!

"Li Zhiyan, I've got something to do today, but don't think you're off the hook—I'll deal with you next time!"

Truthfully, Jin Mengyu wanted to fight him right on the spot. But he couldn't deny the reality—he just couldn't beat Li Zhiyan.

He resorted to other means of pressuring Li Zhiyan. Upon hearing the rumor that Li Zhiyan once single-handedly took out a gang in an alley, he thought Liu Yichen and Liu Jinxin were absolutely blowing smoke.

That sort of thing only happened in movies—random flailing doesn't actually defeat trained martial artists. Jin Mengyu, a black belt in Taekwondo, was well aware of this.

He declared he'd beat up Li Zhiyan tomorrow and get revenge for them. Later, Liu Yichen and Liu Jinxin's exaggerated praise had sent his ego soaring.

They continued the evening by bringing him to an exclusive club. It was then that Jin Mengyu realized that up until now, he hadn't truly experienced what Shanghai's high life had to offer.

His parents had sheltered him far too much. Working here and mingling with society was his first taste of real freedom!

"I'll be waiting,"

Li Zhiyan replied indifferently. No one would ever get away with bullying him.

Before long, Evelyn and Catherine rushed into the scene.

"Good day, President. Good day, President Jiang."

Greetings filled the air as everyone stood up respectfully to acknowledge them.

"What happened? Li Zhiyan, did you hit Young Master Jin?"

Catherine was visibly flustered. If the Chairman's Wife's son was offended, even she wouldn't be able to shield him.

If Li Zhiyan were fired, how could she continue tormenting him, keeping him as her lowly pawn, groveling at her feet?

Evelyn's mood was much the same. She was ready to compete with Catherine in the "race," but if Li Zhiyan were actually terminated, her plans would fall apart.

"I was just caught off guard and fell over—no big deal. We've got other business, so we'll be leaving now."

Gritting through the pain in his stomach, Jin Mengyu still tried to save face, then left the office alongside the duo.

Watching her son bond so closely with Jin Mengyu, Catherine felt a sense of relief—her son's future was looking bright!

"It's all your fault, Evelyn! Why aren't you keeping tabs on what's happening here?"

"It's all your fault, you low-class white woman!"

Concerned about creating a scene, the two women switched to English for their argument. English being Catherine's native language and Evelyn spending half her time in the United States meant neither had trouble sparring verbally.

"Don't eat sour radish!"

"Always eat sour radish!"

The phrases baffled most of the employees present, but the worldly-wise Li Zhiyan found it so amusing that he didn't even want to claim the unspoken bonuses lying in wait.

The other staff instinctively kept their heads down, choosing silence over involvement—both women were notoriously temperamental.

It wasn't until Li Zhiyan spotted the regal Yu Nianyao approaching that he stood up and greeted her, "Good day, Chairman's Wife."

The Chairman's Wife was dressed in a knee-length black sheath dress. Her E+ upper frame looked flawless, and her legs were adorned with flesh-toned stockings paired with understated yet luxurious heels.

The handbag she carried? Li Zhiyan had come across information about it—a price tag of over two million yuan—and it was only available to VIPs at luxury boutiques.

The rest of the employees quickly followed suit, rising to their feet and greeting her. Yu Nianyao exuded a warm yet grand aura as she glanced at the English-speaking duo who'd been hurling insults at each other in public. She felt her anger boiling over.

"Did I bring you into this company to argue?"

Yu Nianyao's voice wasn't sharp, nor did she raise it excessively, but both Catherine and Evelyn hung their heads low without uttering another word.

Yu Nianyao's status was too overpowering. Within the elite circles, she was unmistakably the epitome of dignity—a true noblewoman with unparalleled grace, the kind of person born with an air of superiority.

Li Zhiyan was quietly impressed. Catherine and the blonde had been blatantly insolent, bickering freely in English about sour radishes in front of everyone.

But the moment Yu Nianyao arrived and spoke softly, the two women completely caved.

This was the textbook definition of an aristocratic woman.

Li Zhiyan couldn't help but feel a little fluttering in his heart, thinking about how Yu Nianyao had divorced to secure her wealth more safely.