Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Yang Fei chuckled and pointed at the black strap peeking out from her white shirt.

"Don't ask how I know the color of your bra; it's already showing."

"You speak and act with precision, are dignified, almost rigid, doing everything by the book."

"With your perfectionist nature, your bra and panties are surely matching."

"So, I'm guessing your panties are black lace too."

Qin Xianfei was almost at her breaking point.

This guy isn't a psychology master's student; he's just a psychology rogue!

The most terrifying thing was that Qin Xianfei realized in shame and frustration.

Everything this guy said was spot on.

She truly is such a person—meticulous, scrupulous, demanding of herself and others.

The common flaws of perfectionists were all present in her.

She tried hard to suppress the anger surging inside her, maintaining her exterior of calm and shrewdness.

Qin Xianfei's little flame of fury was perfectly controlled.

"Do you think you're smart?"

Qin Xianfei looked coldly at Yang Fei, the innate pride on her face evident.

Yang Fei shrugged and smiled at her.

"Actually, deep down, you're filled with panic and shock because no one has ever seen through your secrets."

"Yet you have to try hard to appear tough to control your subordinates."

With that, he turned around and sighed.

"Why be so hard on yourself? Life is short; you can completely live according to your own ideas."

"If I were you, I'd smash everything in the office now, then set it all on fire."

"Finally, you should ditch your rigid uniform, put on heels, a super~short skirt, and party all night in a nightclub..."

"Enough!"

Qin Xianfei could no longer control the anger in her heart.

She grabbed a stack of documents and hurled them at Yang Fei.

"Does life allow for choices? If I had a choice, I should now be the impressionist painter wandering on the streets of Paris!"

Qin Xianfei was stunned the moment she shouted those words.

How did she reveal her innermost secret to such a hateful stranger?

Yang Fei grinned at Qin Xianfei: "Good, that's more like it."

"Life doesn't let us choose, and sometimes, we can't be ourselves."

"But we can release the pressure, talk about it, and share our sadness and pain with others; it will make our grievances and pain lessen quite a bit."

Qin Xianfei felt a certain point inside her being touched.

All her pent-up negative emotions exploded all at once.

"Even though you're trash, you're very right."

"I also wish someone would listen to me, but there isn't anyone, not a single person!"

Her voice was somewhat hoarse: "No one listens to me."

"They don't care what kind of life you want; they just make you bear responsibilities."

"They just force you to study, to work, to strive, just because I'm the sole heir of the Qin Corporation!"

At this point, Qin Xianfei's eyes turned red.

"The saddest thing is that I'm a woman."

"God knows my old-fashioned grandfather only ever dreams of having a grandson to inherit his business."

"But this woman happened to be more capable than any of his grandsons."

"For my parents' status in the family, I abandoned my ideals and became a workhorse for the Qin Corporation."

"Family ties to me are just shackles and handcuffs, do any of you know that?"

She screamed incoherently, hysterically, as if confronting the entire world, expressing her protest and helplessness.

Long-term accumulated negative emotions had pushed Qin Xianfei to the brink of collapse.

Yet today, Yang Fei pinpointed Qin Xianfei's heartache in the most direct way.

At this moment, let alone towards Yang Fei, Qin Xianfei would have exploded even if facing a total stranger.

Yang Fei didn't expect he would hit the weak spot in Qin Xianfei's heart.

Listening to this beautiful woman screaming incoherently and hysterically.

Yang Fei suddenly felt a bit sympathetic towards Qin Xianfei.

Do those living in affluent families, secure in food and clothing, certainly live happily?

Yang Fei looked at Qin Xianfei sympathetically and poured her a cup of tea, softly comforting her.

"Yes, life never allows people to choose freely, but we can allow ourselves to live more easily."

"If you can't bear it, just don't bear it. Lie down nicely and let others mock you; anyway, you won't lose a chunk of meat."

Qin Xianfei stared blankly at Yang Fei: "Can I?"

Yang Fei nodded confidently: "Of course you can."

"Don't push yourself so hard. You're just a woman after all; the Qin Corporation won't collapse without you."

"Life offers us only one chance; that's the only thing we must cherish, love yourself well."

He spoke more gently at this point.

"You're very tired. Have a good sleep."

"When you wake up, you'll find the whole world is brand new, and everything can start over."

Listening to his hypnotic voice, Qin Xianfei gradually closed her eyelids, slumped over the table, and slowly closed her eyes.

Yang Fei watched as the pride on Qin Xianfei's delicate face gradually faded, becoming childishly fragile and calm.

He couldn't help but smile broadly.

On the first day of reporting, cured a depressed female principal, perfect!

He picked up Qin Xianfei and laid her on the soft sofa.

Then, he took off his national defense green uniform and covered her with it, pushed the door, and left the principal's office.

Yang Fei exited the school and took a taxi to the Helen Apartment complex.

The considerate Su Yinxue had rented an apartment for Yang Fei through connections.

In fact, Helen Apartment was a property owned by a real estate company under Yi Corporation.

Su Yinxue exercised her family head rights and directly arranged a suite on the top floor for Yang Fei.

Yang Fei wanted to practice Martial Arts, planning to knock through the walls of the four rooms in the apartment.

In this way, together with the living room, it could turn into a small indoor training room.

The sky was gradually getting darker, and Yang Fei found the management center to collect his key.

He took the elevator to the seventh-floor room he rented and opened the door with a key, slipping inside.

Just upon entering, Yang Fei immediately realized something was wrong.

A half-bucket of water splashed down from above the door, and a football shot towards Yang Fei's head.

Yang Fei's reflexes kicked in, and he lunged forward like a leopard.

The bucket of water overhead poured to an empty spot.

Meanwhile, the football flew over Yang Fei's head.

As Yang Fei landed, he immediately slipped, as the floor was covered with slippery beans.

He used the momentum to flip himself backward, like a windmill, flipping up to the ceiling's chandelier, hanging suspended.

In the corner of the room, a girl, cute to the extreme, curled up there.

She widened her excessively large eyes, staring at him blankly, as if she had seen an alien.