Villain, Please Go Easy On Me (English Translation)

02. President: The Villainous Captivating Object

Translator: Guy Gone Bad

The next day, Feng Xinglang was in his office working on those documents.
The secretary knocked at the door, wanting to say something but didn’t know how to open her mouth.
Feng Xinglang frowned, saying impatiently, “Shoot!”
The secretary bit her lip. “President, you’d better go down and have a look yourself.”
Feng Xinglang got up and went out, that tall figure wrapped with some cold feeling.
As the elevator door just opened, dense rose fragrance let Feng Xinglang darken his face.

He stepped out of the lift, only to find there was nowhere to put his feet.
For all the area outside the elevator was crowded with roses of all colors.
The front desk held a card, walking across the sea of flowers, saying to Xeng Xinglang who was giving off appalling feeling in a trembling voice, “President, these are from Mr. Su, and this card.”
Feng Xinglang did not pick up her words, only saying with the tone that could freeze people into ice sculpture, “Where is he?”
The front desk swallowed some saliva and cautiously replied, “Outside the gate.”
Feng Xinglang’s eyebrows slightly knitted, “Three minutes.”
Front desk hurriedly answered, “Yes, president!”
Feng Xinglang walked to the gate, while the front desk hurriedly told someone to remove all the roses in three minutes, otherwise they would all be dead.

Outside the door, Su Bei who wore a bright blue suit was leaning against the red sports car lazily like he had no bones.
With a cigarette clamped in his mouth, a total dandy look from head to toes.
Feng Xinglang looked at Su Bei, brows twisted even tighter, “Snuff it out!”
As Feng Xinglang suddenly appeared before his eyes, Su Bei was a bit stunned and hurriedly put out the cigarette.
Then wearing an ingratiating look on his face, he said, “I don’t know what color of roses you like, so I bought some of each color.”
Anyway, this body was super rich. He could spend money to his heart’s content.
Feng Xinglang turned around and walked away. After taking a few steps, he found that Su Bei did not follow up.
There was a trace of anger between his brows. “Catch up!”

As Su Bei heard that, he immediately ran over like a Pekingese, “748, does this count as making some progress?”
“You know what, I got this.”
The system only replied one word, “oh.”
However, from this one single word, Su Bei heard 30% ridicule and 70% disdain.
Hum!
All the roses in the hall had been wiped all clean. One had to say, the efficiency of large companies was really high.
Su Bei followed Feng Xinglang into the office, suddenly he conceded, “Do I have the honor to invite you for dinner, Mr. Feng?”
Feng Xinglang looked back, the frowning between the eyebrows growing heavier, “Go gargle.”

Su Bei smacked his lips. Do I have bad breath? Why gargle?
As he was complaining in his heart, Feng Xinglang already grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into the bathroom.
A bit violently, he pressed Su Bei’s head under the tap, turned it on, and the cold water immediately poured out.
Su Bei was like a small chick that got strangled in the neck, struggling hard, “Let go! I can do it myself! I can do it myself!”
Feng Xinglang then let go.
Wearing that bitter face, Su Bei gargled and then looked over to Feng Xinglang.
No one knew whether it was stained with water or what, that pair of peach blossom eyes of Su Bei was full of stars, as if they can evoke the deep feeling in one’s heart.
Feng Xinglang’s eyes darkened down bit by bit, and finally as black as the night.

Su Bei looked into his eyes and felt the chill on his back, making him have an impulse of running like hell from this place.
For beautiful things, Feng Xinglang always appreciated it, even if it was a man before him, he still had to admit that this Su Bei had a unique and charming appearance.
But what was the purpose of him?
Clearly he was afraid of him, eyes full of desire to run away from him, but on the contrary, he was trying to get close to him.
Hum! Interesting!
“Are you afraid of me?” he asked, his thin lips slightly opened.

Su Bei’s heart was pacing fast, Afraid of him or not, that is a question!
“Huh?” Feng Xinglang seemed to be a little impatient, urging him.
Su Bei’s heart missed a beat, and he asked with a serious face, “Mr. Feng, do you want to listen to the truth or not?”
Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes, and Su Bei said before he gave an answer, “the truth is, yes, I am afraid of you, very!”
“What if Mr. Feng hates me, stuffs cement inside my body and sinks me into the sea?”
A low laugh welled up in Feng Xinglang’s throat. He couldn’t tell what it felt like, “So you’re not afraid of me now?”
Su Bei said after plucking up all his courage, “Even if I would die under the peonies, I may be a dissolute ghost.(This is a Chinese proverb. Actually peonies here refer to beautiful women.)”