Awakening the Phoenix Flow System after the breakup, I'm so happy!

"Why didn't you answer? Your female boss really cares about you. You've only been out for a short while, and she's already calling you."

These words carried a sour tone and a hint of barbs, making Chen Yang's scalp tingle.

There was a traffic light ahead, and he parked the car steadily on the stop line, squeezing the leather cover of the steering wheel with his palm.

He glanced at Liu Yifei, then at the incessantly ringing phone, knowing that ignoring the call would only lead to bigger trouble.

Chen Yang had no choice but to grit his teeth, extend one finger, and press the answer button.

Before he could even pick up his phone, Yang Mi's sweet and charming voice came from the other end of the line, playing directly through the car's Bluetooth speakers.

"Xiaoyang, where are you? It took you so long to answer the phone."

The voice was soft and sweet, with a captivating charm unique to mature women, echoing in the enclosed carriage.

Chen Yang's hand froze in mid-air; it was too late to turn off Bluetooth.

He could only clear his throat and try to make his voice sound like a staff member giving a work report.

"Mr. Yang, I was out running some personal errands. I just finished shopping and was about to head back. Is there anything urgent you need me for?"

Yang Mi chuckled softly on the other end of the line, a chuckle that, even through the radio waves, carried a hint of gentle ripples.

"Can't I call you unless it's urgent? You ungrateful little thing, you're turning your back on me after you've done your bidding, aren't you?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang felt a layer of white sweat break out on his back.

He glanced furtively at the passenger seat; Liu Yifei's face was already tense, staring at the intersection ahead, without saying a word.

But her heaving chest and the clenched seatbelt betrayed her anger completely.

Chen Yang quickly steered the conversation back to business.

"Mr. Yang, we're still outside. Please speak freely, I'm listening."

"Okay, okay, I'm not teasing you anymore."

Yang Mi changed to a lazy tone, as if she had just woken up, and spoke slowly and leisurely.

"You should go back to the villa early tonight. Xiao Wan is moving back this weekend, and then it won't be as convenient for us as it is now."

She paused, her tone becoming more ambiguous, and lowered her voice.

"Auntie specially prepared a new style for you tonight, she specially picked out the black lace kind, if you don't come back, all my efforts will be in vain."

The air pressure inside the carriage plummeted to freezing the instant those words were spoken.

Although Liu Yifei had never met the person on the other end of the phone, her natural female radar had already allowed her to guess most of the situation.

A new style, black lace, and they even live together in a villa.

Liu Yifei bit her lower lip and scratched her fingernail hard on the leather seat, making a slight scraping sound.

She turned to the side, looking at the street scene outside the car window, and slowly opened her mouth.

"Chen Yang, is that intersection ahead a left turn?"

The woman's voice wasn't loud, but it was clear and crisp, with a hint of commanding authority, which traveled directly to the other end of the phone through the Bluetooth microphone.

The phone suddenly went silent, the silence was unsettling.

Five full seconds passed before Yang Mi's tone completely changed. Her previous coquettishness vanished, replaced by the sternness of a boss interrogating his subordinate.

"Chen Yang, there's a woman in your car. Who are you with right now?"

The clash between the two women, through Chen Yang, the unfortunate intermediary, occurred directly in the train carriage.

Chen Yang was sweating profusely, his mind racing.

"Mr. Yang, you misheard. There's no woman involved. This is the voice from your car's navigation system."

Upon hearing his words, Liu Yifei turned her head, staring intently at him with her beautiful eyes, and let out a soft, cold snort.

Yang Mi wasn't buying it at all, and raised her voice by two octaves.

"Do you think I'm easy to fool? The navigation will call out your name directly. Your crappy navigation is pretty advanced, huh?"

Chen Yang slammed on the brakes in a panic, and the car lurched forward.

"It really is a navigation system. This is a brand new Mercedes. The system can be customized. I set it up myself. I'm not kidding you."

He took a breath and shut up the conversation.

"Mr. Yang, I have to go now. They're honking behind me to hurry me up. I'm driving now, I'll contact you later."

After saying this, Chen Yang didn't wait for any further response from the other end of the phone and immediately pressed the hang-up button.

The carriage returned to silence, with only the hum of the engine idling.

The light turned green, Chen Yang released the brakes, and the Maybach smoothly merged into the traffic ahead.

Liu Yifei glanced at the traffic lights ahead and drifted over in a chilling tone.

"Car navigation, right? Custom name, right?"

She reached up and brushed the hair that was loose on her shoulders behind her head, revealing a section of her fair neck.

"I had no idea you recorded my voice and used it as navigation. This is quite a special treatment."

Chen Yang chuckled twice and reached out to take her hand, but she slapped it away.

"That's because the situation was urgent. If I hadn't said that, she would have kept nagging me for who knows how long."

"You seem to be enjoying this quite a bit. What new tricks? What black lace?"

Liu Yifei turned her head away, looking at her reflection in the car window, her voice full of undisguised sarcasm.

"Your female boss is quite nosy. She even asks where you go after get off work and checks up on you. This isn't a boss; it's more like an empress interrogating you."

Her words were barbed, leaving Chen Yang unable to respond.

"It seems you live a very comfortable life in your villa, with people serving you. No wonder you don't even like the suit I bought."

Chen Yang quickly slowed down and moved the car to the far right lane.

"Mr. Liu, you're wronging me. It was all for work purposes. I was just going along with what she said to appease her."

"I didn't see any perfunctoriness from you. You were very respectful when you answered the phone."

Liu Yifei had a cold face, her arms crossed over her chest, and didn't even give him a second glance.

"Since you're so busy with business tonight, and the female boss is still changing and waiting for you at the villa, why don't you just drive over there?"

"Why would I drive there? I already promised to spend the night with you. A man's word is his bond."

"No, my little apartment is too small to accommodate someone as big as you, and I don't know any new tricks."

Liu Yifei pouted, her voice turning completely cold, and a hint of sullenness rose up.

"Make a U-turn at the next intersection, take me back to my apartment, and then you can grab your personal GPS and get lost."

Chen Yang stepped on the gas, and the car drove straight past the U-turn lane.

"Mr. Liu, didn't we agree when we were buying clothes that we would have a training session tonight to prepare for the dinner on Saturday?"

The training has been cancelled.

Liu Yifei simply closed her eyes, leaned back on the leather headrest, and adopted a posture of refusing to communicate.

"I'll find someone else to help me. There are plenty of people in Jiangcheng who want to go home with me, so I won't trouble you. I don't want to delay you from going back to see people wearing lace."

Chen Yang found it amusing to look at her jealous and unreasonable behavior.

This woman is usually ruthless and decisive in the business world, handling projects worth tens of millions without batting an eye, and she is as aloof as an iceberg.

Now, because of a phone call, he's shown his true colors, and he's so jealous he's practically bubbling with sarcasm.

He didn't reply, but obediently turned the steering wheel and drove the car to Liu Yifei's apartment building following the road signs.

The black Maybach came to a stop in the underground garage. Chen Yang shifted the gear to Park, the headlights went out, and the car became dark.

Liu Yifei deftly unbuckled her seatbelt, picked up her bag, and pushed open the car door to get out.

Chen Yang slid his hand off the steering wheel and grabbed her slender wrist.

The woman's skin was smooth, and her wrists were slender, but at this moment she was pulling back forcefully.

Liu Yifei couldn't break free, so she could only turn her head to look at him.

The dim light in the garage shone on her face, making her eyes look a little red. Her voice had lost its usual strength, leaving only a forced coldness.

"Let go."

"I won't loosen my grip. If I do, you'll really run away and won't even let me into the house."

"Chen Yang, don't give me that crap. You don't need to go to the dinner on Saturday. I'll handle it myself. From now on, you go your way and I'll go mine."

Liu Yifei tugged twice, but Chen Yang's hand was like an iron clamp, completely unmoved.

He simply used that bit of force to pull the person directly from the passenger seat.

Liu Yifei lost her balance and fell onto the center armrest, crashing solidly into Chen Yang's arms.

The man's body temperature wafted through her thin shirt, dispelling most of the chill she felt.

"Let me go! Haven't you had enough of being a pervert?!"

Chen Yang pulled her close, trapping her between himself and the steering wheel, and leaned down to her earlobe, inhaling the faint scent of her perfume.

"Liu Yifei, you look a million times better when you're jealous than when you're stern and lecturing people."

Liu Yifei's ears immediately burned, the heat climbing up her neck, but she still stubbornly maintained her composure.

"Who's jealous? Stop trying to make yourself look good. Go find whoever you want, it's none of my business."

She turned her head away, not wanting Chen Yang to see her somewhat disheveled appearance, and pushed him away forcefully with her hand against his chest.

Chen Yang's hand climbed up her back, his palm warm, and stopped steadily on the back of her neck. His fingers dug into her long hair and applied a little pressure.

Liu Yifei was forced to turn her head, and their eyes met in the dimly lit carriage.

"Then look me in the eyes and say it again."

Chen Yang lowered his face so much that the tip of his nose was almost touching hers.

Tell me loudly, you're not jealous.