C5 How Did He Drive?

Wei Zecheng was suddenly frozen in shock. Where the hell did this guy come from?

He had never heard about the Ye family patriarch having a son.

Was his entire plan about to go down the drain?

The two security guards nearby were equally terrified, shivering as if they were standing outside in deep winter without coats!

"Wang, now you know who to show the door, right?"

"Yes, of course!"

"Mr. Ye, we apologize for our mistake earlier. We hope you can overlook our blunder!"

The security guards were bowing and scraping like the groveling lackeys you'd see on TV, their heads bowed so low they were nearly tucked into their trousers.

"Alright, get back to your duties," Ye Yimei said, then turned to Ye Feng with a smile. "Feng, what's this about not looking for Susan when you arrived? I was waiting for her to introduce us. I'll have to have a word with her later."

"Come on, big sis, I'm doing just fine," Ye Feng replied as Ye Yimei looped her arm through his, and they made their way into the secretary's office.

"Mr. Wei, if you would?"

Wang, having just regained his composure, reached out his right hand to Wei Zecheng.

Wei Zecheng shot Wang an irate look. "Get lost, I can find my own way out!"

Watching the close rapport between Ye Feng and his sister, Wei Zecheng seethed with envy. That little punk, I'll make sure to put him in his place!

Ye Feng had intended to ask his big sister about the Eastern Group's collaboration with foreign companies and who that irritating effeminate man was. But the words wouldn't come out. Given his current situation, even if he knew the whole story, it was unlikely he could be of much help. Besides, Yimei was the most formidable among his sisters; a direct offer of help would surely be rejected.

With that in mind, Ye Feng chuckled and said, "Big sis, you mentioned arranging a job for me. Could you also find me a teacher? I want to hit the ground running!"

"You rascal, Dad would be over the moon if he knew you were so eager! Oh, and later, let's all have dinner at home. Auntie and the rest will be there too. Tomorrow, we'll throw a proper banquet to officially welcome you back to the Ye family!"

"Ah? Already?" Ye Feng felt a surge of self-doubt. Adapting to the life of a wealthy heir was proving to be a challenge for him.

"Ding! Congratulations, host, for earning the favor of your elder sister. You've received an entertainment skills gift pack. Would you like to open it now?"

"Open it!"

"Ding! The entertainment skills gift pack is now unlocked:

[Dance: Level 1]

[Singing: Level 1]

[Playing Musical Instruments: Level 1]"

"Wow, this gift pack is seriously impressive. Little Master, how do you know me so well?"

"Well, you should know who I am..."

"Show-off!"

Ye Yimei, the powerhouse female entrepreneur, had wasted no time. She had Susan take Ye Feng to the Sales Department to get acquainted with the environment. Although Ye Feng hadn't graduated yet and was starting as a salesperson, he was placed in the elite Group C of the sales team, where he was bound to learn a great deal.

As Ye Feng looked up, ready to exit the secretary's office, a woman in a black gown entered, striding in as if she owned the place. Upon seeing Ye Yimei, she said with a sneer, "Oh, big sister, who's getting the special treatment? This is a rare sight. Don't you usually despise us for bringing in pretty boys? What's this, are you jumping on the bandwagon now?"

"Pretty boy? Jumping on the bandwagon?"

Ye Feng turned to Susan, puzzled. Susan was sharp-witted and had long been aware of Ye Feng's identity, clearly understanding where her loyalties lay. "Um, Mr. Ye, this is Director Ye's cousin, Ye Zixuan. By age, you should call her 'cousin.' She's the daughter of your third uncle and is currently on assignment in the company's finance department."

Ye Feng nodded, his thoughts racing. The summer hadn't even started, yet the grasshoppers were already causing trouble?

Ye Zixuan stood with her hands crossed over her ample chest, almost spilling out of her clothes. She confidently flaunted her figure and looked Ye Feng up and down with a critical eye. "You know, big sister, your taste in men could use some work. Sure, he's not bad-looking, but his style and demeanor? They're barely puppy level. How about I introduce you to a few better options?"

Upon seeing everyone's frosty expressions, Ye Zixuan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow smugly. "Big sister, why not give it some thought? I guarantee you'll be pleased. Naturally, there are strings attached. I'd appreciate it if you could graciously sign this IOU..."

"That's enough, Ye Zixuan. Grandfather is on his way. You'd best shed that feminine facade!" With those words, Ye Yimei stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

"Playing the sweet innocent now, are we? Why keep up this pretense of purity?"

Ye Zixuan gave Ye Feng a dismissive glance and sashayed out the door.

Susan turned to Ye Feng with an embarrassed look. "Mr. Ye, she... well, that's just her temperament. Please don't take it personally!"

"Let's head to the Sales Department now. I'm ready to start work today!" The intricacies of the Ye family ran deeper than Ye Feng had anticipated. Seizing every opportunity to improve himself was the priority. Now that he was back, he couldn't leave his sister to face everything alone!

"Mr. Ye, the CEO has asked me to help you select some clothes for the family banquet. It's best to dress formally for the occasion."

"Do we have to?" Ye Feng felt his current clothes, bought just last semester and still in good condition, were comfortable enough. But seeing Susan's look of concern, he realized that failing to fulfill his sister's request would put Susan in a tough spot, so he relented.

"Sure, but I hope it won't interfere with your work."

"Not at all. Assisting you is my top priority at the moment!" Susan said, then suddenly felt the awkwardness of her statement and looked down.

"Alright then, let's go."

"Hold on, Mr. Ye. My car's in for maintenance today, so I need to borrow one from logistics," Susan said, sounding a bit apologetic.

"No need for that. I've got my car here."

Ye Feng jingled the keys in his hand.

Checking her watch, Susan realized time was short. Whose car they took didn't matter; once Mr. Ye was on board, he could easily claim back the fuel expenses.

Arriving at the parking lot, Ye Feng noticed Susan's high heels and considerately offered, "Secretary Susan, the car's parked a ways off. Stay here, and I'll bring it around."

Susan nodded with joy. Finding such a warm-hearted boss was truly a stroke of luck for her!

She scanned the surroundings. After seven years on the job, she could match almost every car with its owner. So why were there no new faces?

As Susan's curiosity mounted, an old car pulled up in front of her and sputtered to a stop.

Ye Feng rolled down the window: "Secretary Susan, hop in!"

"…"

Seeing Ye Feng's genuine smile, a pang of sorrow hit Susan. Life seemed too harsh for Mr. Ye.

Sitting in the drafty car, Susan suggested gently, "Mr. Ye, our sales department staff can apply for company vehicles. How about I submit an application for you tomorrow?"

"Sure, if it's in line with company policy, please do." Ye Feng agreed, thinking it was time for an upgrade. A reliable car would make transporting his foster mother easier, especially since the air conditioning in his current one barely worked.

"Ah!"

The car ahead of Ye Feng came to an abrupt halt. Ye Feng managed to brake in time, but the car behind them wasn't as lucky, slamming into them and causing Ye Feng's car to bump into the one in front.

Looking in the rearview mirror, Ye Feng saw it was a BMW—a costly one at that. Before he could step out, a man sporting a gold chain approached.

Gold Chain tapped on the window with a black leather bag in hand.

"Hey, you blind or something? How do you even drive?"

Beside him, Susan offered a professional smile. "Sir, let's keep it civil, please. It was a sudden stop by the driver ahead. If there's an issue, we can sort it out with the insurance company."

Gold Chain gave Susan a once-over and smirked maliciously, wiping away the drool from his mouth with a greasy hand. "Wow, buddy, you've got some nerve driving this heap of junk. Got any friends in the traffic police?"

"No," Ye Feng replied, puzzled by Gold Chain's sudden confrontational demeanor.

"Don't kid yourself. Without connections, how'd you land such a beauty? Her handbag alone could buy a dozen of your clunkers. Come on, step out and have a smoke. Let's have a heart-to-heart."