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

Chen Yang held her slender waist in his hands; it was so soft and yielding that he couldn't even feel a bone.

The neon lights in the corridor shone down, making Su Xiaowan's youthful, collagen-filled cheeks glow red.

She tilted her head back, her full red lips almost touching hers, her breath as sweet as orchids.

"Chen Yang, answer me! Who's prettier?"

Su Xiaowan pressed herself closer, her soft flesh pressing against Chen Yang through the fabric.

Chen Yang's Adam's apple bobbed, and he subtly pushed her away half an inch, while his hand firmly supported her waist.

"What are you talking to me about being pretty or not, you little brat?"

Chen Yang spoke calmly, adopting the demeanor of an elder.

"Your mother has the charm of a mature woman, while you're just a naive young girl who hasn't fully grown up yet."

These words immediately made Su Xiaowan furious, and her temper flared up instantly.

She hugged him even tighter, hanging her whole body around Chen Yang's neck, her legs almost wrapped around his neck.

"Who's the little brat? I'm a senior in college, and I've gained weight in all the right places."

Su Xiaowan puffed out her chest and deliberately pushed it forward; it was indeed quite well-endowed.

"Besides, you live in my house every day, I don't believe you can't see how good I am to you."

She had been drinking, and her courage was extraordinary; her little hand even slipped inside Chen Yang's suit collar.

Chen Yang grabbed her fidgeting little hand, just about to start scolding her.

Just then, the door to the private room at the end of the corridor was pushed open from the inside.

A young man dressed head to toe in designer brands walked out, followed by several stylishly dressed young men.

This man was none other than Su Xiaowan's senior, Zhou Minghui, a wealthy second-generation heir who ran a building materials business in Jiangcheng.

Zhou Minghui has been pursuing Su Xiaowan, and he spent a lot of money tonight to book this top-tier private room, hoping to take the opportunity to win her over.

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw the woman he had chosen clinging to a strange man, acting coquettishly.

This infuriated him, and his anger surged to his head.

"Who are you? Let go of my hand!"

Zhou Minghui rushed over, pointed at Chen Yang's nose and started cursing, spitting everywhere.

Chen Yang pulled Su Xiaowan closer to his chest, turned his body to the side, and avoided Zhou Minghui's fingers.

"I'm her family member, here to take her home. This has nothing to do with you."

Chen Yang spoke in a flat tone, not taking this kind of clown seriously at all.

Zhou Minghui stopped and tilted his head to look Chen Yang up and down.

He overheard Su Xiaowan mention it in the private room earlier, saying that his mother had hired a personal assistant who lived at home every day and was very annoying.

Seeing Chen Yang's age, Zhou Minghui had a good idea of ​​what to expect.

"Family members?"

Zhou Minghui scoffed, his face full of disdain.

"Su Xiaowan already said that you are just a personal assistant who carries bags and does odd jobs for her mother. To put it bluntly, you are just a watchdog."

"A lowly laborer dares to come here and act all high and mighty, trying to take advantage of our Wanwan."

Zhou Minghui took a step forward, his attitude extremely arrogant, and stood in the middle of the road with his arms outstretched.

"If you know what's good for you, put her down right now and get out of Blue Night. Wanwan is coming with me for seafood supper tonight."

The thugs behind them also started making a fuss, completely blocking the road.

"Yeah, why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? Can you afford to drink all this alcohol? Get out of here."

"Don't interfere with Young Master Zhou's good time, or you'll regret it."

Su Xiaowan leaned against Chen Yang's chest, closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, without making a sound.

She wasn't actually that drunk; she knew perfectly well what was going on. This is what they call using someone else to do the dirty work.

She just wanted to see how Chen Yang would react, and whether he would clash with these rich young masters for her sake.

This was also a test of Chen Yang's abilities.

Chen Yang could easily see through the little girl's little scheme; she was clearly using him as a pawn.

He held Su Xiaowan's soft, boneless waist with one arm, turned to look at Zhou Minghui, his eyes calm.

"Good dogs don't block the way, move aside."

Chen Yang spoke slowly and deliberately, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger, as if he were stating a fact.

Zhou Minghui had never been so verbally abused by a laborer before.

He felt he had lost face in front of his brothers, and his temper flared up so badly that his face turned red.

"You think you can get away with this? I'm going to teach you a lesson in Jiangcheng today!"

Zhou Minghui rolled up his shirt sleeves, swung his fist, and smashed it into Chen Yang's face with deadly force.

His punch looked intimidating, but in Chen Yang's eyes, it was full of flaws and moved as slowly as a snail.

Chen Yang didn't even flinch; his right arm remained firmly around Su Xiaowan.

He casually stretched his left leg forward and kicked Zhou Minghui's knee.

The movements were clean and crisp, without a single unnecessary move, so fast that they were almost invisible.

A crisp snapping sound could be clearly heard in the noisy corridor.

Zhou Minghui's leg bent at an odd angle, and the bone broke.

He didn't even have time to react before he knelt straight down on the ground, his knees slamming heavily onto the tiles.

"Oh no, my leg! It's broken!"

Zhou Minghui clutched his knee, sweating profusely from the pain. He lay on the ground, rolling around and screaming like a pig being slaughtered.

The rich kids who had joined in the commotion were completely dumbfounded.

They usually only bully honest people because their families are rich; they've never seen such a ruthless person who can cripple someone with a single kick.

Two of the bolder ones grabbed empty beer bottles from the nearby trash can and gritted their teeth, trying to throw them upwards.

Chen Yang raised his eyelids and glanced at them.

"Those who want to spend the rest of their lives in a wheelchair, come on over, I'll grant your wish."

He didn't even raise his voice when he said this; it was just a normal conversational tone.

But it was precisely this state that scared those people so much that they stood there, their legs trembling.

No one dared to take another step forward; they could barely hold onto the bottles, and their backs were soaked with cold sweat.

Chen Yang ignored this bunch of good-for-nothing trash.

He swept Su Xiaowan up in his arms, stepping on the beer foam on the ground, and strode towards the elevator.

They had a smooth journey and no one dared to stop them; they could only watch helplessly as they entered the elevator.

We exited through the revolving door of the KTV.

As the early autumn night breeze blew, the smell of fruit wine on Su Xiaowan dissipated considerably, and she seemed more refreshed.

Looking at Chen Yang's strong profile, she felt incredibly happy and safe.

Chen Yang crippled Zhou Minghui without even blinking; his composure and domineering presence were something she had never seen before.

Chen Yang walked to the parking lot, opened the passenger door of the Maybach, and shoved Su Xiaowan inside.

He walked around to the front of the car, opened the driver's side door, and got in.

I just inserted the car key, but haven't had a chance to start the car yet.

The people around them started to get restless.

Su Xiaowan unbuckled her seatbelt, and her pair of fair and slender legs straddled the center console.

She half-lay down next to the driver's seat, pressing herself directly against Chen Yang.

The space in the carriage was already small, and with her squeezing in, the distance between the two of them was reduced to just a few centimeters.

The wonderful scent of Chanel perfume wafted into Chen Yang's nose, making him feel all tingly.

"The way he fought for me just now was really cool, much better than those pretty boys."

Su Xiaowan's voice was soft and seductive, with a slightly nasal tone from crying, and it was sticky.

She stretched out her slender fingers and slid them down along Chen Yang's suit tie.

Finally, it stopped at the second button of the shirt and gently unbuttoned it a little.

Her fair fingertips traced circles on Chen Yang's firm chest muscles, teasing him gently.

"Haven't you always wanted to figure out the difference between me and my mom?"

Su Xiaowan bit her lower lip and leaned her upper body forward, revealing a glimpse of her white skin through her neckline.

She leaned close to Chen Yang's ear, her warm breath hitting his earlobe with a deadly allure.

"Chen Yang, please take me home."

Su Xiaowan's hand had already touched the edge of Chen Yang's belt, her fingers hooking around the metal buckle and gently scraping it.

This little brat is quite bold; she's clearly been provoked by tonight's series of events and wants to prove herself against her mother.

Chen Yang grabbed her mischievous little hand, pressed down on her wrist, and shoved her back into the passenger seat.

"Alright, stop acting crazy. Your mom's waiting for you at home. Hurry up and get dressed."

Chen Yang casually pulled her seatbelt over and fastened it with a click, not giving her a chance to move around.

He started the car, stepped on the gas, and the black Maybach drove out of the parking lot and merged into the traffic.

The car drove along the quiet riverside avenue, the streetlights rushing past one by one.

Su Xiaowan was tied to the passenger seat. She turned her head and glared angrily at Chen Yang, her chest heaving.

"Don't try to pressure me with my mother. I'm not planning to go back to the villa tonight. I'm not going to see her."

Looking at the night view rushing past the window, she suddenly reached out and grabbed Chen Yang's right hand, which was resting on the gear shift.

The woman's palms were warm, slightly sweaty from drinking, and softly pressed against the back of his hand.

"I know the guest room you stayed in at the villa; it's right next to my mother's master bedroom."

Su Xiaowan's voice suddenly became very soft, but every word hit Chen Yang's ears with certainty.

"Around 2 a.m. last night, I saw my mother sneak into your room in her pajamas."

Upon hearing this, the air in the carriage seemed to stop flowing, and the only sound was the engine.

Chen Yang paused, his hands on the steering wheel still, without saying a word, his eyes still fixed on the road ahead.

He knew this couldn't be kept secret sooner or later, but he didn't expect this little girl to expose it so directly.

Seeing that Chen Yang was silent, Su Xiaowan assumed he was scared, which only fueled her enthusiasm.

She followed Chen Yang's arm, her fingers moving upwards, and then leaned closer to the driver's seat.

"I heard everything you did inside, and I even recorded it on my phone."

She bit her lip, her eyes flashing with a mad and defiant light, like a kitten that had caught a mouse.

"Chen Yang, do you think my mother will be able to continue as president if I send this recording to the Star Group's employee group chat?"

Chen Yang pulled the car over to the side of the road, stepped on the brake, and the Maybach came to a steady stop under the shade of the trees by the river.

He turned his head and looked at the audacious little girl in the passenger seat, finding it somewhat amusing.

There was no panic, nor any embarrassment at being caught red-handed; he remained completely calm.

Chen Yang laughed instead. He reached out and pinched Su Xiaowan's round chin, forcing her to look up at him.

This woman has such beautiful skin, so smooth and youthful, it's irresistible to touch.

"Little girl, what are you trying to gain by threatening me with this?"

Chen Yang's fingers rubbed her chin twice, his tone full of teasing, showing no sign of backing down.

Su Xiaowan didn't flinch as he pinched her chin; instead, she met Chen Yang's gaze.

Her eyes grew increasingly watery, her breathing became rapid, and her chest pressed against Chen Yang's arm.

"Don't you know what I'm after? Do you really think I asked you to pick me up in the middle of the night because I was drunk?"

Su Xiaowan grabbed Chen Yang's suit lapel with both hands and pulled him forward without a second thought.

The two were nose to nose, so close they could feel each other's body heat, their breaths mingling.

"I'm not going back to the villa tonight. I booked a suite at the Four Seasons Hotel up ahead, and the room key is in my bag."

Su Xiaowan's voice was very low, filled with a desperate determination, and even a hint of pleading.

"Drive your car over there now. You'll stay with me tonight. I'll keep the recording a secret from everyone."