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

"Dream on. You better get ready. Once things are done, you can do it properly on the sofa or in bed."

The night breeze blew in through the half-open car window. Chen Yang opened the WeChat voice message and laughed out loud as he listened to Liu Yifei's coquettish voice message on his phone.

He stepped on the gas, and the black Maybach smoothly glided out of the underground garage and merged into the traffic on the main road.

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening when the car drove into the villa area and stopped in Yang Mi's yard.

Chen Yang pushed open the car door and walked to the gate. As soon as he pushed open the heavy security door, he stopped in mid-air while changing his shoes.

The air inside felt off; there was a strong smell of gunpowder.

On the fabric sofa in the living room, Su Xiaowan crossed her two long, fair legs, clutching a Pikachu pillow tightly in her arms, her big, bright eyes staring intently at the entrance.

In the open kitchen on the right, Yang Mi was wearing a silk loungewear set with a floral apron tied around her waist, and was stirring something in a frying pan with a spatula in her hand.

This woman, who usually never lifts a finger to cook, actually cooked for herself today.

Her expression looked calm, but the way she flipped the dishes was stiff, revealing an undisguised guilty conscience.

"Xiao Wan, weren't you supposed to be back tomorrow for the weekend? Why are you here early today?"

Chen Yang quickly changed into slippers, casually tossed his car keys onto the shoe cabinet next to him, and walked over to greet him with a smile.

Su Xiaowan ignored his comment, tightened the pillow in her arms, and raised her chin slightly, adopting an interrogation posture.

"Chen Yang, you seem to be quite comfortable living here. You even toss your car keys around so casually."

Chen Yang was completely at ease. He walked to the single sofa on the side, sat down, crossed his long legs, and looked very relaxed. He picked up an apple from the table and took a bite.

"It's for work. Mr. Yang has a lot of schedules these days, so I have to be on call 24/7. Staying closer makes it easier to follow up on business."

"convenient?"

Su Xiaowan snorted coldly, her gaze passing over Chen Yang and drifting directly to her mother in the kitchen, her voice deliberately raised by half an octave.

"How much does my mom pay you? You even have to sleep under the same roof and be on call. You're really shrewd."

The sound of a wok hitting the countertop came from the kitchen. Yang Mi came out carrying two plates of food and placed them on the large dining table. She quickly spoke up to smooth things over.

"Alright, Xiaowan, say less. Xiaoyang has been a great help to the company these past few days. He was the one who settled the Xinghai Media matter. Don't sit there, go wash your hands and get ready to eat."

Su Xiaowan reluctantly got up from the sofa, slipped on her pink fluffy slippers, and went to the bathroom.

Chen Yang stood up and walked to the dining table, pulling out a high-backed chair for her. While Su Xiaowan had her back to him, he casually pinched Yang Mi's lower back.

Yang Mi turned pale with fright, quickly slapped his hand away, glared at him fiercely, and began to curse in a low voice.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed? Xiao Wan is right inside the house, so you'd better behave yourself."

Chen Yang happily pulled out a chair and sat down, looking at the chaotic scene the mother and daughter had created in front of him. The thrill of walking on the edge of danger was even more exciting than closing a multi-million dollar deal outside.

The three people sat around the dining table, the crystal chandelier overhead casting a warm yellow light, but the atmosphere was so oppressive that even breathing was difficult.

Su Xiaowan held her chopsticks, poking at the white rice in her bowl absentmindedly, her eyes constantly darting between Chen Yang and Yang Mi, scanning them like a little radar.

She swallowed a mouthful of vegetables and suddenly spoke.

"Hey Chen Yang, I have a question for you."

Chen Yang picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and put it in his mouth, making a crunching sound as he chewed, without even lifting his head.

"We're all old classmates, and there are no outsiders here, so go ahead and ask."

"When you saved me at Xinghai Media that day, I saw how agile you were. Do you have a girlfriend now? Otherwise, what girl could stand your meddling and causing trouble?"

The moment those words were spoken, the air at the dining table seemed to freeze.

Yang Mi's chopsticks, which were about to pick up the steamed fish, stopped mid-air. Her ears perked up, and she even stopped chewing.

Chen Yang swallowed the meat in his mouth, picked up the water glass next to him and took a sip, his tone calm and steady, revealing no flaws whatsoever.

"Xiao Wan, you know I just quit my job as an airport security guard. Now I'm a penniless guy who doesn't even own a house. I don't have the time to date."

"Right now, I'll definitely work hard under General Manager Yang, prioritize my job, and earning more money is the only real goal."

This Tai Chi push-hands technique was flawless, both calming the anxious female boss beside her and completely blocking the young girl's prickly probing.

Yang Mi finally breathed a sigh of relief, and with her chopsticks down, she picked up a large piece of boneless fish belly meat and put it into Chen Yang's bowl.

"Xiao Yang is right. Young people should focus on building their careers before starting a family. Eat more fish to nourish your brain. We'll need you to take care of things at the company in the future."

The tone was so gentle it was almost palpable; it didn't sound like a boss showing concern for his subordinates.

Seeing the two of them acting so well together, Su Xiaowan felt a surge of anger rising within her.

She slammed her chopsticks on the table, stared at her own mother, and began to make sarcastic remarks.

"Mom, the personal assistant you found is really good at talking. I think his smooth talk is even better than his physical skills. No wonder he was able to win over the boss so much that he even gave up his own villa for him to live in."

Yang Mi was embarrassed by her daughter's blunt remark and forced herself to remain calm as she pulled out a tissue to wipe her mouth.

"You're getting more and more rude. Hurry up and eat your food. After you finish, go back to your room to take a shower and rest. Aren't you going out shopping with some classmates tomorrow?"

The dinner was a battle of wits, with each of the three having their own agenda.

Only Chen Yang remained unaffected, devouring most of the dishes on the table and eating with great relish.

After putting down her chopsticks, Yang Mi stood up, straightened her slightly wrinkled silk loungewear, and turned to look at Chen Yang, who was still drinking soup.

"Xiao Yang, come into the study with me after you finish eating. Xinghai Media just sent over some supplementary project documents. Come over and help me check the details and terms."

Chen Yang casually wiped his mouth with a tissue, stood up obediently and followed behind, putting on the appearance of a dutiful and responsible employee.

"Okay, Mr. Yang, I'll go right away."

Su Xiaowan remained seated, watching the two figures walk one after the other upstairs. Her clear eyes were filled with undisguised vigilance and suspicion.

She didn't believe that they would need to check business documents so late at night. A man and a woman alone in a room—this plot was just too much like a melodramatic story about a sugar daddy.

At the end of the corridor on the second floor, Chen Yang followed Yang Mi into the spacious study, pushed the heavy solid wood door shut with his backhand, and pressed the deadbolt button on the metal door lock.

The soft click of the lock clicking shut was amplified in the quiet, enclosed space.

As soon as the door locked, Yang Mi, who was walking in front, turned around and, her body as soft as water, threw herself into Chen Yang's arms, her two fair arms tightly wrapped around his neck.

Her mature and charming face was filled with panic, and even her breathing became disordered.

She leaned close to Chen Yang's ear, her voice barely audible, her breath hot against his neck.

"Were you out of your mind at the dinner table? You dared to pinch my waist in front of Xiao Wan! Did you want me to get caught red-handed by my own daughter?"

Chen Yang was amused by her guilty look, so he wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pulled her closer to him, pressing the two of them together tightly.

"I was just trying to help you relax because your hands were shaking when you held the chopsticks. You were acting so guilty."

As he spoke, he lowered his head, his warm lips deliberately brushing against the woman's sensitive earlobe, causing Yang Mi to shudder uncontrollably.

"Stop messing around, we really can't do it tonight, Xiao Wan is downstairs."

"That girl is always so cunning. She must be suspicious today. If she finds out we're doing this kind of thing in the study, how am I supposed to face anyone in this house again?"

Yang Mi said she was refusing, but her body, limp in Chen Yang's arms, showed no intention of pushing him away. On the contrary, because of this intimate contact, her breathing became longer and more even.

Chen Yang's restless hand had already slipped inside the edge of the silk pajamas, the warmth of his palm against the smooth skin, kneading it with just the right amount of pressure.

This feeling of being terrified yet unable to resist the urge to succumb to temptation caused both of them to feel their body temperature rise steadily.

"Really not going to work?" Chen Yang whispered in her ear, his tone full of teasing. "Just now on the phone, someone said in a sweet voice that they had prepared a new pattern of black lace for me when I got back."

"I rushed back without even having a proper meal, and now you want me to check documents in the study?"

Yang Mi blushed deeply at his blunt and crude words, burying her face in his firm chest and rubbing against him like a kitten in heat.

"Tomorrow, it's the weekend and Xiaowan is going out to see her classmates. You can do whatever you want with her. I really can't do it today. You've made my legs weak."

She had barely finished speaking when, under the influence of Chen Yang's large hand, she couldn't help but let out a seductive breath from her nose.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet study.

Just as Chen Yang was about to lift her directly onto the large mahogany desk and continue with the next step.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the study door, the sound of slippers clicking on the wooden floor before stopping abruptly outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, the study door was banged on from the outside.

"Knock knock knock!"

Su Xiaowan's clear, yet somewhat suspicious voice slammed in through the door.

"Mom, what are you doing in there? Why do you lock the door from the inside to check a document? I need to talk to Chen Yang."

The sudden sound startled Yang Mi so much that she jumped out of Chen Yang's arms as if she had been electrocuted, frantically straightening her slightly disheveled collar.

She clutched her wildly beating chest, gasping for breath, and shouted at the top of her lungs towards the door.

"Wait a minute, the documents on the table are too messy, and there are still a few pages of clauses that haven't been checked!"

Chen Yang leaned back leisurely against the mahogany desk, his hands resting on the edge, watching the dignified female president of Xingchen Group in such a disheveled state.

He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and silently mouthed two words to Yang Mi.

"Stimulate."

Yang Mi was so angry at his shameless and scoundrelly behavior that she stomped her feet, her face turning so red it looked like it was about to bleed, and she urged him urgently in a low voice.

"You're still laughing? Hurry up and open the door, or she'll go downstairs to get the spare key."

The knocking outside grew louder, and the metal doorknob turned twice, making a clicking sound.

Su Xiaowan raised her voice, her tone full of scrutiny and questioning.

"Chen Yang, open the door! What are you doing in there with my mom?!"