Chapter 92

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“Whoo—rumble, rumble, rumble…”

The train passed through a small station, whistling as it sped through the small town.

Liu Fei’s pouting did not stop Yang Jie from looking at her. As Yang Jie’s gaze gradually softened, his eyes filled with deep tenderness, like a warm spring breeze that blew through Liu Fei’s long-frozen heart, touching the deep-seated strings of her heart, making her involuntarily lose herself in his deep gaze.

Liu Fei had become so cold and beautiful precisely because once people knew she had offended Liao Fanwu, everyone avoided her like the plague. Although she was known as the most beautiful flower in the county office, she was a solitary and thorny rose, to be admired from a distance but not to be approached.

Moreover, after learning from her medical examination that her reproductive system was underdeveloped, leading to congenital infertility, her parents no longer hoped she would marry like a normal woman. They returned to their hometown, leaving Liu Fei to work in Wuh River alone, which made her even more cold and proud, disliking contact with men.

Yang Jie was her direct superior, a young man who had just graduated and immediately became the focus of the county’s officials and the public. Yang Jie, with his sunny and handsome appearance, exuded a special kind of charisma. He was the first man she had felt no aversion towards after interacting with him.

Furthermore, Yang Jie had proactively requested the county leadership to transfer her to the provincial office in the provincial capital, allowing her to leave Changyang City and escape Liao Fanwu’s influence. This made her feel a deep sense of gratitude towards Yang Jie, something she had never felt before.

Recalling what Yang Jie had said earlier, he knew who Liao Fanwu was and still dared to speak so boldly. His determined and sincere demeanor made Liu Fei feel very warm inside.

Regardless of whether there would ever be a day when Liao Fanwu would dance on stage for her, just the fact that Yang Jie’s attitude towards her did not change after learning that the person with designs on her was a member of the city’s Standing Committee made him very different from other men who were hesitant and fearful.

"Why do you like wearing skirts so much?" Yang Jie, regaining his composure, noticed the awkward silence and pointed at Liu Fei’s long skirt. "You have such a good figure; wouldn’t a short skirt look even better?"

Liu Fei was about to explain but was cut off by Yang Jie’s words, and she lightly spat, "You men are all the same, no matter how old you are, your bad intentions are the same. Once we get to Rongcheng, the streets will be full of white thighs for you to feast your eyes on."

"That’s not true! I look with a pure and appreciative gaze, different from other men. Look at your tall figure, long legs, and smooth skin; you would definitely look great in a short skirt." As Yang Jie spoke, he recalled the glimpse of her legs he had seen in the office a few days ago and couldn’t help but stare at her legs under the table, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

"Pervert! I didn’t expect you to be so bad! Stop staring at me like that." Liu Fei, seeing Yang Jie’s behavior, felt no anger but instead blushed and instinctively extended her delicate hand to block his view.

"You are so beautiful; who wouldn’t stare at you? Look at those guys over there, they are all sneaking glances at you." Yang Jie, blocked by Liu Fei, pointed at a few men behind her and laughed. "If you really don’t want to be stared at, you might as well marry into the Middle East, where women cover themselves completely, even their faces."

Liu Fei, following Yang Jie’s finger, coldly glanced back at the men who were secretly looking at her, her eyes showing disdain. After hearing Yang Jie’s teasing, she turned and said, "If I had the chance, marrying into the Middle East wouldn’t be so bad, at least it would be better than now!"

"Really? You’re serious? The Middle East is a place of polygamy. If you want to be a concubine, you don’t need to go abroad; just be with me!" Yang Jie, hearing this, exaggeratedly leaned close to Liu Fei, speaking mysteriously, which made Liu Fei immediately reach out to hit him, but Yang Jie, prepared, caught her soft hand.

"Miss, this is on a train, with so many people watching. Can’t you give me a little face?" Yang Jie, holding Liu Fei’s delicate hand, felt the smoothness of her skin and had no intention of letting go.

"Let go! What if I hit you again?" Yang Jie, smiling, let Liu Fei struggle as much as she wanted but refused to release her hand.

"I won’t hit you. Let go, everyone is watching!" Liu Fei, never expecting Yang Jie to hold her hand in public, felt a mix of embarrassment and urgency.

"Let them watch! It’s not like they’re going to take a piece of you. Besides, they don’t know us, so what’s there to be embarrassed about? Oh, let me read your palm!" Yang Jie, speaking, grabbed Liu Fei’s fingers, gently spread them, and looked at her palm seriously.

Liu Fei, unable to shake him off, watched in a mix of amusement and exasperation as Yang Jie read her palm.

Liu Fei had never encountered someone as shameless as Yang Jie, who stubbornly held her hand. And this person happened to be her direct superior, the only man who, after learning of Liao Fanwu’s intentions, dared to treat her this way.

A unique and stimulating feeling began to grow in Liu Fei’s heart, and her icy heart seemed to thaw slightly due to Yang Jie’s persistence.

"Your health line is good, so you will definitely live to be eighty. Your career and wisdom lines are excellent, indicating a successful future. Your love line is very clean, showing that you have little dating experience. However, from the age of 26, your love line will have some ups and downs, indicating that you will meet your soulmate.

Your fingers are long and flexible, plump and fleshy, with beautiful nails, indicating the hand of a good wife and mother! Palm reading complete!" Yang Jie, holding Liu Fei’s right hand, traced her palm with his other hand, succinctly explaining his findings.

Finally, after Yang Jie finished, Liu Fei quickly pushed his hand away, and her heart, which had been racing, gradually calmed down.

Looking at the cheerful Yang Jie, Liu Fei said seriously, "Director, can you please not grab my hand so casually in the future?"

Yang Jie, hearing this, laughed and, looking at the serious Liu Fei, nodded seriously, "Do I look like someone who acts casually?"

As he spoke, he saw Liu Fei’s face turn dark.

Yang Jie then straightened his face, leaned close to Liu Fei, and said in a low but firm voice, "Alright, I surrender! In the future, I will only grab your hand outside of work hours, when I’m not your superior. Is that okay?"

"Rogue! Scoundrel!"

Liu Fei, seeing Yang Jie’s behavior, blushed and opened her lips slightly, but couldn’t think of anything to say. She lightly spat and didn’t threaten him further.

"Are you angry?" Yang Jie, seeing Liu Fei’s silence, reached into her bag and grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds, laughing.

"Uh-huh!" Liu Fei, seeing Yang Jie take the seeds without asking, didn’t refuse. Looking at Yang Jie’s sunny and charming smile, her heart melted.

"Alright, I was just joking. You took it seriously?" Yang Jie, speaking, saw Liu Fei’s heart feel empty, as if something was missing.

"You should keep a certain distance from me. If he finds out, even with Secretary Zhou’s support, you won’t have an easy time in Changyang City."

Liu Fei, looking at the young and promising Yang Jie, felt a growing sense of inferiority. She calmed herself and warned him seriously.

"Ridiculous! This city isn’t owned by the Liao family. Just because he has a bit of power, he thinks he can interfere with others’ lives? I don’t believe it! I dared to bring you to the provincial capital from Wuh River, so I’m not afraid to touch this tiger’s tail!" Yang Jie, hearing this, showed a look of disdain. With his ambitious and far-reaching goals, how could he take a city Standing Committee member seriously?

Moreover, he had Xiao Wu. Although Xiao Wu’s abilities weren’t extraordinary, helping him deal with a city Standing Committee member was no problem. Yang Jie believed that as long as Xiao Wu was around, Liao Fanwu was nothing more than a clown, not worth his attention.

Liu Fei, seeing the confident and ambitious Yang Jie, felt a flash of panic and reached out to grab his hand, shaking her head, "Don’t say such things in the future. I believe you have the ability, but when you still need to rely on others, don’t be so openly aggressive. A tree that stands out in the forest will be struck by the wind."

"My fate is in my hands, not in the heavens. If the heavens want to destroy me, I will destroy the heavens. Don’t worry too much, it’s fine!" Yang Jie, stimulated by Liu Fei’s concern, said something extremely arrogant yet powerful.

Seeing the worried look in Liu Fei’s eyes, Yang Jie winked and patted her hand, saying, "I’m not stupid. I’ll act secretly and strike without warning. That’s my style. Even if I have to deal with him, I’ll do it indirectly. I promise you, I will give you a free and happy life in the future, so you don’t have to live in such misery."

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