Chapter 008: Invitation from the Beautiful Boss

Chapter 008: The Beautiful Boss Invites

"Chu Fei, why are you hiding here all by yourself?" Murong Wei approached Chu Fei, holding a tall wine glass, her voice curious. Under the flickering lights, she looked even more stunning, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol, making Chu Fei feel an urge to take a bite.

This was a large, multifunctional nightclub, complete with a bar, KTV rooms, and a dance floor—everything one could wish for. The beautiful boss was generous; not only did she host a dinner, but she led everyone here afterward, boldly declaring that each person had a minimum allowance of five hundred yuan, all reimbursed by the company. Except for a few employees who had families to return to, most flocked here to party wildly.

Chu Fei couldn’t help but admire this beautiful boss’s ways of winning people over. No wonder she could manage a company overseas with such skill; her methods were nothing short of brilliant.

Yet, Chu Fei was the only one who hadn’t wanted to join the dinner. If not for Murong Wei’s excitement and her fear that his absence would dampen her mood, he wouldn’t have come at all—especially since, during the meal, the boss’s occasional, seemingly casual glances in his direction had set his heart racing with unease.

Women are known to hold grudges. Could she possibly let him off the hook?

"I drank a bit too much just now, and my head feels a bit dizzy," Chu Fei lied, unable to admit he was hiding here to avoid the beautiful boss.

"I remember you hardly drank at all. Your tolerance is really bad," Murong Wei pouted with contempt.

Chu Fei was about to retort when he fell silent. In his line of sight, a beautiful young woman in business attire was striding toward him—it was Xiao Ai, the boss’s secretary.

So it finally comes.

Chu Fei sighed inwardly.

Murong Wei saw Xiao Ai too and greeted her happily, "Sister Xiao Ai!"

Xiao Ai nodded to Murong Wei, then addressed Chu Fei, "Chu Fei, Sister Lu says she needs to see you upstairs."

"I understand, I’m on my way," Chu Fei stood up. There was no escaping what was destined to come; he knew that woman wouldn’t let him off easily. At worst, he’d just get fired.

"Sister Xiao Ai, why did Sister Lu call for Chu Fei?" Murong Wei asked, watching Chu Fei leave, her face full of confusion.

"I don’t know either. Maybe Sister Lu knows Chu Fei?" Xiao Ai replied uncertainly, also feeling puzzled.

—

Leaving the two girls to their wild speculations, let us return to Chu Fei.

The second floor of the nightclub was entirely occupied by KTV suites.

The beautiful boss had generously reserved four KTV rooms for the employees to relax and unwind.

When Chu Fei reached the second floor, he immediately spotted the beautiful boss standing in the hallway, watching him with a half-smile, half-frown. The moment she saw him, she turned and entered the private suite without a word.

Chu Fei braced himself and followed, pushing the door open to enter.

The suite was quiet, with only the boss inside—just as Chu Fei had expected. After all, what had happened that morning was quite something; she certainly wouldn't want too many people to know.

"Sit down," the boss said casually, crossing her long, beautiful legs as she lounged on the sofa. Her tone was relaxed, showing no sign of anger.

Chu Fei’s heart was now completely calm. If it was fate, he would face it. He was already prepared to be fired, so he smiled and sat down directly across from her, getting straight to the point, "Boss, what did you need me for?"

The boss didn’t answer at once. Instead, she stared at him intently, eyes roaming from head to toe as if trying to see through to his very bones.

At first, her gaze made Chu Fei’s hair stand on end. Was this woman insane? Who looks at people like that?

But soon, he threw caution to the wind and stared right back, refusing to be cowed.

Who’s afraid of whom? Stare if you want!

The longer he looked, the more impressed Chu Fei became. He’d known at a glance that morning that she was beautiful, but up close, he realized she was breathtakingly, almost excessively, gorgeous. Her figure was astonishing—curvaceous and alluring, her delicate oval face exuding a seductive charm, yet with an air of proud arrogance.

His gaze drifted downward, naturally landing on her crossed legs. He couldn’t help but marvel—these were truly a pair of perfect legs. Compared to her exquisite face, their allure was even more deadly.

It wasn’t that Chu Fei harbored depraved tastes—he’d just been captivated by those legs at first glance that morning, and now, up close, they were even more stunning, making his heart pound uncontrollably.

He thought, whichever man possessed this woman, her legs alone would be enough to keep him enthralled for three years without ever growing tired.

Absolutely flawless...

"Do you like what you see?"

A teasing voice snapped Chu Fei back to reality.

He looked up to find the boss watching him, amused, her expression playful, still showing no sign of anger, which he found odd.

"Yes, I do," Chu Fei nodded, resigned to the fact that she wouldn’t let him off easily. At worst, he’d be fired, so he might as well brazen it out.

To his surprise, the boss didn’t get angry. Instead, her smile grew brighter as she asked, "Chu Fei, do you know who I am?"

"Boss, have you mistaken me for someone else?" Chu Fei feigned ignorance, looking blank. Though he’d prepared for the worst, he wouldn’t admit anything unless absolutely necessary.

"You really don’t know me?" The boss’s seductive eyes narrowed, a hint of temper brewing.

Seeing her expression change, Chu Fei knew he couldn’t avoid this, so he gave up evading, "Boss, about what happened this morning, I actually—"

"I’m not talking about this morning," the boss interrupted, frowning at him. "I mean before that. What, you really don’t remember me?"

Chu Fei shot her a puzzled glance before shaking his head; her line of questioning left him baffled. He was certain he’d never met this woman before. With looks like hers, he would never have forgotten, not even after a single glance.

"You really don’t remember me? My name is Ximen Lu," the boss—more precisely, Ximen Lu—said, disappointment clear on her face as she reminded him, a touch of frustration in her tone.

"That’s a lovely name, Boss," Chu Fei replied, even more bewildered. It seemed she hadn’t called him up here to make trouble, but for something else altogether. Still, she clearly had the wrong person. He forced a smile, "But Boss, are you sure you aren’t mistaken?"

"Mistaken? Chu Fei, I’d know you even if you turned to ashes," the boss snapped, her gaze locking onto him. In the end, unable to contain herself, she jabbed a slender finger at her delicate nose, "Chu Fei, look at me carefully—don’t you have even the slightest recollection?"

Chu Fei was speechless. What was with this woman, forcing someone to recognize her?

Seeing his confusion, Ximen Lu grew even more exasperated. Gritting her teeth, she glared at him and prompted once more, "Kun City Sixth High, Class 096. Does that ring a bell?"

Chu Fei suddenly looked up, staring in disbelief at the woman glaring at him.

Of course he understood what those words meant. Sixth High was the school he’d attended, Class 096 his class. How could he forget?

This dazzlingly beautiful Ximen Lu had been his high school classmate?

Chu Fei scrutinized her face, trying to recall, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t remember having such a beautiful classmate.

This time, Ximen Lu looked truly wounded, her face falling as she said, "I sat in the second row by the door. Think harder."

"Ah."

A light flickered in Chu Fei’s mind. With such an obvious hint, he finally remembered, though only vaguely. He recalled a classmate with the rare surname Ximen who sat in the second row, but she’d been a quiet, demure girl—nothing like the proud and seductive beauty before him.

"You remember now?" Ximen Lu’s face lit up with hope.

"I do, but you seemed quite different back then," Chu Fei admitted, still unsure. He simply couldn’t reconcile the stunning woman in front of him with the quiet schoolgirl in his memory.

"Hmph, are you trying to say I wasn’t as pretty back then?" Ximen Lu pouted, rolling her eyes at him. Yet her smile was full of joy—finally, this idiot remembered her. If he hadn't, she’d been ready to smash her wine glass in his face; it was just too hurtful.

Facing her teasing, Chu Fei smiled awkwardly, but his eyes couldn’t help drifting again to those mesmerizingly beautiful legs that would drive any sane man mad with desire.

"Keep staring and I’ll gouge your eyes out," Ximen Lu shot him a glare, though she didn’t really seem angry. In fact, she looked pleased, leaving Chu Fei speechless. He wondered if she was an exhibitionist; otherwise, why wasn’t she upset by his obvious ogling?

"So many years have passed, and here we are meeting again," Ximen Lu mused.

"Yes, I never imagined it either," Chu Fei smiled, finally at ease now that he knew the beautiful boss was his high school classmate. At least he wouldn’t be fired.

"I gave you such obvious hints and you still didn’t remember me. That really hurt," Ximen Lu complained, her voice full of grievance.

Chu Fei could only respond with an embarrassed smile.

"How many of our old classmates can you remember now?" she asked, evidently deeply wounded by his earlier lack of recognition.

"Not many," Chu Fei shook his head honestly. He’d left Sixth High after just over a year to join the army, so most of his classmates were a blur.

"Is that so? What about Xu Shiqi? Do you remember her?" Ximen Lu pressed.

"Uh, I do recall our class monitor—" Chu Fei replied awkwardly, the image of a girl with black-rimmed glasses flashing in his mind. Xu Shiqi was one of the few classmates he still remembered—not because she was pretty, but because as class monitor, she’d always been on his case about homework and skipping class.

"Hmph, so you do remember her," Ximen Lu huffed, like a sulking child.

"Not very clearly, just that she always chased me for homework," Chu Fei explained.

"Forget it, I’m not really angry. I suppose the only one you truly remember now is Duanmu Jing?" Ximen Lu pouted again. Seeing Chu Fei’s expression darken, she realized her mistake and quickly added, "Chu Fei, I didn’t mean it, don’t mind..."

"I’m fine," Chu Fei smiled and shook his head, though a sigh weighed in his heart: Duanmu Jing—that was a name he hadn’t thought of in a long time...