Teasing the Icy President - Chapter 15 - Is She Really in Need of Money?

In Ye Ziqian’s office, Lu Zizhong stood silently, the atmosphere heavy, with everyone unsure of what to say.

“Everyone, leave now. Call Miss Yu and Miss Li over,” Ye Ziqian instructed.

Lu Zizhong immediately understood the president’s intent. Having narrowly escaped death, he wanted to release his emotions by summoning two stunning beauties-a first for him.

Mu Qingtian encountered Miss Yu and Miss Li in the elevator while delivering printed materials to the Finance Department.

“Miss Yu, it’s been a while! I work here now. If you need anything, just let me know. I’ll do my best to help!” Mu Qingtian said firmly.

Miss Yu felt a bit downhearted upon hearing this, but she still responded with a warm smile to such a kind friend.

As the three stood together in the elevator, Mu Qingtian, who was short and plump, was starkly contrasted by the two tall beauties, making her feel self-conscious.

Looking at the slightly elongated shadows in the elevator, Mu Qingtian sighed inwardly, “When will I ever be as slim as these two beauties?”

In Ye Ziqian’s office, the flames of desire had already ignited. He had the two beauties stand still while he sat back in his boss chair, admiring them. Though they were slightly surprised when they met in the elevator, both remained composed, knowing exactly why they were there-it wasn’t their first time.

“Uncle Zhong-” Ye Ziqian called toward the door, and Lu Zizhong quickly entered.

“What are your orders, President Ye?”

“No one is allowed to enter my office. Also, inform the Secretary Department to temporarily disconnect my office phone and my mobile,” Ye Ziqian instructed.

Lu Zizhong glanced at the two beauties and left.

“Ladies, feeling shy?” Ye Ziqian smirked mischievously.

“Miss Yu, it’s been a while. Come here, you too,” Ye Ziqian beckoned to the two beauties.

Miss Yu and Miss Li each sat on one of Ye Ziqian’s legs. Both were tall, fair-skinned beauties. Ye Ziqian closed his eyes slightly, waiting for the two to showcase their skills.

Miss Li gently unbuttoned Ye Ziqian’s shirt, both beauties already blushing deeply. Sitting face-to-face, they were slightly bashful.

Ye Ziqian’s powerful breathing naturally enticed the two beauties. Miss Yu didn’t remain idle either; she leaned her lips close to Ye Ziqian’s ear and softly whispered, “Ye-”

Ye Ziqian used his teeth to undo the buttons of Miss Li’s blouse, gently nibbling on her delicate skin. Miss Li let out a soft moan, which in turn stirred Miss Yu, who began caressing herself with her own hands.

The office was filled with an air of pleasure.

Mu Qingtian sat in her office, lost in thought. Ye Ziqian’s actions earlier that morning had slightly unsettled her. She was a plump girl, not conventionally pretty, so she had never harbored any fantasies about other men, nor had any man shown interest in her. During her college years, Mu Qingtian had been a homebody who rarely ventured out, to the point where she didn’t even recognize many of her own classmates.

Miss Yu and Miss Li, both heading to the office! This thought suddenly snapped Mu Qingtian out of her daze. She grabbed a stack of documents from her desk and hurried into the elevator. When she arrived at the floor of the president’s office, she happened to see Lu Zizhong entering the toilet.

Mu Qingtian walked up to the president’s door, pushed it open, and was immediately hit by a wave of unsettling air that made her shiver.

Ye Ziqian was in a state of ecstasy, his face flushed, with none of his usual coldness and seriousness visible.

Miss Yu and Miss Li sat on his lap, their clothes disheveled. His pants were undone, and his exposed manhood was clearly visible.

Mu Qingtian stared at the scene in anger.

“Get out!” Ye Ziqian roared.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Uncle, I’m sorry! I entered the wrong room. I wasn’t supposed to deliver anything here. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I ended up here,” Mu Qingtian explained.

She closed the door and walked out.

Ye Ziqian straightened his clothes, while the two beauties stood there, their faces flushed with embarrassment.

“Leave!” Ye Ziqian coldly spat out the word. It was an order, not a request.

“That girl, she’s interrupted us twice now!” Miss Li said, clearly displeased.

Ye Ziqian looked up and glared at her, a silent reminder that she was speaking too much. Miss Li immediately fell silent, turned around, and left President Ye’s office. Miss Yu glanced back at Ye Ziqian, sensing a hint of guilt on his face, as if he’d been caught in the act.

Ye Ziqian sat there all morning, brooding. The major oversight at work had already left him physically and mentally exhausted. What tricks would An Shaochen pull next? What else would he do? These were all unknowns. Ye Ziqian felt that the pleasure he had just experienced was a form of indulgence, a way to release the pressure building inside him.

“Uncle Zhong! Call Qing Shan over here!” Ye Ziqian suddenly shouted toward the door.

“President Ye, you called for me,” Qing Shan said, her face pale today. Ye Ziqian looked up, studying her with a gaze as penetrating as ultraviolet light.

“Where is Nan Yan?” Ye Ziqian pressed.

“He’s at home, resting, President,” Qing Shan replied.

“Go and bring him here, no matter what illness he has,” Ye Ziqian commanded. He felt that something was off, and the key to it all lay with Nan Yan, who had been perfectly fine just yesterday.

“Understood, President Ye. I’ll return with Nan Yan shortly,” Qing Shan responded.

“Take the keys, drive the Beetle, and bring him here! Now!” Ye Ziqian’s voice was firm, as if he had already firmly accepted his own suspicions in his heart.

Qing Shan quickly left.

Ye Ziqian sat at his desk, lost in thought. He could sense the stench of betrayal.

The complex expression on Qing Shan’s face as she turned to leave suddenly flashed before his eyes.

“Damn it! Uncle Zhong!” Ye Ziqian shouted toward the door.

Lu Zizhong could hear the panic in President Ye’s voice. He stood solemnly at the door. “President Ye, what’s the matter?”

“Nan Yan is suspicious. His absence this morning isn’t just due to illness. The sudden decision to send the entire fleet for washing was an unexpected event. If the fleet hadn’t left, the one driving the Ferrari would have been Nan Yan. Why was he fine yesterday but suddenly ill today? Just now, in Qing Shan’s eyes as she left, I saw unease-something that shouldn’t exist in the psyche of an assassin!” Ye Ziqian explained.

“I sensed it too. When I spoke with Qing Shan earlier about the explosion at An Shaochen’s house, she asked if it was the president’s doing… President Ye, what did you just send Qing Shan to do?” Lu Zizhong suddenly stopped speaking.

“Quickly gather people to chase them down. These two might already be on the run!” Ye Ziqian’s intuition confirmed this hypothesis.

Nan Yan and Qing Shan’s residence was empty. It was clear that their departure hadn’t been rushed, as the place wasn’t in disarray.

Ye Ziqian’s mind was racing. He despised betrayal more than anything, and the fact that two of his bodyguards had simultaneously turned on him was deeply unsettling. There had to be more to this. Working under him came with high salaries-more than enough to support a family. Nan Yan and Qing Shan, both ruthless and decisive assassins, had been by his side for five or six years. During that time, Ye Ziqian had transformed from a naive young man into a mature and composed president. The butler, Qing Shan, and Nan Yan had been his right-hand men.

Ye Ziqian clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the table.

Lu Zizhong remained silent. Having served two generations of the Ye family, he understood his master’s temperament all too well. If Ye Ziqian ever crossed paths with Nan Yan and Qing Shan again, their fates would be grim.

“Call over a beauty, but not the two who just left,” Ye Ziqian instructed Lu Zizhong.

Lu Zizhong opened his tablet, scrolled through the photos of beautiful women, and selected one with a sweet and charming appearance. Perhaps she could lift the president’s spirits.

He showed her photo to Ye Ziqian, who nodded in approval.

In less than twenty minutes, the woman who entered the room was the same one Ye Ziqian had just seen on the tablet.

“It’s been so long since you called for me. Where have you been indulging these past few days?” the beauty asked.

“No one’s embrace could ever match the allure of yours,” Ye Ziqian replied with a mischievous grin. He ran his hand over her smooth skin, letting it glide down to her stomach.

“Why touch there? I’ve been eating too much lately, and there’s a bit of extra flab. I really need to lose weight.”

Her words acted like a fire extinguisher, dousing the flames of Ye Ziqian’s desire. He thought of Mu Qingtian, who had fled in panic earlier. Given her clumsiness, he had expected her to return, just like last time. But this time, she hadn’t come back.

“Leave,” Ye Ziqian ordered once again.

Ye Ziqian recalled how, in the morning, after realizing he had narrowly escaped death, he had impulsively touched her-the plump girl who always seemed to mess things up for him, the one who carried her brain in her pocket, as he liked to say.

If it hadn’t been for her foolish decision to send the entire fleet of cars for washing, he would have already met his maker. She had saved his life.

“Uncle Zhong, is Mu Qingtian-is she really in need of money?”

“President Ye, I’ve asked her privately. Her father has a cerebral thrombosis and requires a large sum for medical treatment. To earn more, she divides her day into multiple shifts, taking on several part-time jobs to help support her family. She’s quite frugal with her personal expenses. A few days ago, when I showed her the company’s cash reserve storage, she didn’t even blink. She seems like a girl who knows the value of money and how to earn it honestly,” Lu Zizhong praised her, and Ye Ziqian could hear the genuine admiration in his voice. In a place like the Ye Mansion, such displays of humanity were rare.