Chapter 158 Humiliation!

After a prolonged period of contact, everyone should actually know by now that Wang Zheng is a pure, noble person, one who has transcended low-level vulgarities. Saying this has no other purpose than to let everyone know that what Wang Zheng said to Lin Xiaolei earlier was entirely pure. His intentions were pure, and his objective was pure as well; he had no intention of taking advantage of Lin Xiaolei.

When two people who are mutually attracted share a passionate kiss, one cannot unilaterally say who is taking advantage of whom, especially since some people often imagine the female side as the vulnerable party, which is actually not the case. The act of kissing is equal; both parties take advantage of each other, and neither suffers a loss.

However, Lin Xiaolei did not seem to realize this. Upon hearing Wang Zheng's words, her pretty face flushed crimson from top to bottom in a flash, looking just like a red cloth draped over her face. She cast a lingering, infinitely charming glance at Wang Zheng with her autumn-water eyes, then lowered her head deeply while her heart pounded wildly, as if it were about to leap right out of her chest.

Seeing Lin Xiaolei's reaction, Wang Zheng knew that his proposal had undoubtedly fallen through. Holding hands and embracing in front of others was already the absolute limit of what Lin Xiaolei could endure. A passionate kiss... and one that involved teasing with the tongue and making sounds in public, would not only be immensely difficult, but would also literally die of embarrassment!

"I was just joking, look how flustered it made you?" Wang Zheng looked at Lin Xiaolei with a smile and said, "You should learn to be a bit thicker-skinned in the future, otherwise it's far too easy to expose your inner thoughts to others!"

Hearing this, Lin Xiaolei nodded gently. She truly wanted to tell Wang Zheng the truth: she only blushed in front of him; when facing everyone else, her skin was actually quite thick.

Soon, the dishes ordered were brought over by a waiter, which helped avoid any further awkwardness between them. In truth, awkwardness did not exist for Wang Zheng at all; it was simply that Lin Xiaolei felt shy and embarrassed after hearing his previous suggestion. Apart from being awkward, the atmosphere was actually rather ambiguous as well, because following Wang Zheng's proposal, Lin Xiaolei's mind had already drifted into imagining what kind of scene it would be if the suggestion were actually carried out.

A passionate kiss? With tongues and making sounds... All of this was simply too complex and too difficult for the freshly initiated Lin Xiaolei.

To put it simply, Lin Xiaolei was... having erotic daydreams! Of course, using such a blunt term to describe a youthful beauty like Lin Xiaolei was indeed a bit harsh. It was perhaps more appropriate and delicate to describe it as the stirring of spring feelings.

The German poet Goethe once said: Which young man is not in love, which young maiden's heart does not stir? That is to say, when a person reaches adolescence and experiences the first awakening of love, such daydreams are inevitable, unavoidable, and simply a part of life!

For Lin Xiaolei, love might have arrived a bit later compared to others, but when it was needed, it descended before her like timely rain. This kind of love was all the more intoxicating, all the more easy to lose oneself in, making one unable to resist reaching out, unable to resist experiencing it, and unable to resist daydreaming about it...!

Under Wang Zheng's intimidation and coercion, Lin Xiaolei finally finished her lunch, taking exactly one hour—on the dot! Whether she possessed some sort of biological clock was unknown, but the exact moment the two returned to the company happened to be the start of the workday.

This time, Zhang Fan was still sitting in the reception room, but Wang Zheng and Lin Xiaolei acted as if they hadn't seen him at all. They walked straight into the office, temporarily asked Lin Xuan to wait in the adjacent room, and slammed the door shut behind them with a heavy thud. That loud bang served not only to close the door, but also as a warning to Zhang Fan that Lin Xiaolei had no wish to see him.

Yet in this world, there is a specific type of person: they deliberately pretend not to understand, possess extraordinarily thick skin, and insist on making fools of themselves. Zhang Fan was clearly a prime representative of this category.

"Knock, knock, knock." A soft knock sounded as Zhang Fan gently pushed open the door, wearing his habitual, gentle and refined smile. "Ms. Lin...!" No sooner had he uttered those three words than Zhang Fan's expression froze, and his smile grew somewhat rigid.

As it turned out, inside Lin Xiaolei's office, Wang Zheng was currently seated in the chair that originally belonged to Lin Xiaolei, while Lin Xiaolei herself was sitting right on Wang Zheng's lap. One of Wang Zheng's arms was around her slender waist while the other held her thigh, and Lin Xiaolei had her arms wrapped around Wang Zheng's neck. The two of them looked extremely intimate, whispering to each other with their foreheads touching. It was precisely under these circumstances that Zhang Fan had walked into this office thick with ambiguity.

"Pardon me, I'm interrupting the two of you!" After a brief moment of discomfort, Zhang Fan said apologetically. Yet despite verbally apologizing, he showed no intention of leaving; instead, he walked further into the office and stood right in front of Lin Xiaolei's desk.

Damn it, he's still not leaving? Wang Zheng cursed inwardly upon seeing this. In truth, this intimate display was entirely deliberate; Wang Zheng had anticipated that Zhang Fan would barge in, which was why he had intentionally acted this way. He had originally expected that upon witnessing such a scene, the other party would tactfully take his leave, but now... Wang Zheng admitted that he had severely underestimated Zhang Fan!

This man's tolerance level was far beyond ordinary!

"President Zhang," Wang Zheng said coolly.

"Mr. Wang, is there something you need?" Zhang Fan asked with a smile.

"There is something you need to make clear: this is not your company, this is Zhongtian! Before entering someone else's office, not only do you knock, but you also have to wait for the owner's permission before entering. Surely the young master of a wealthy household doesn't lack even this basic etiquette, does he?" Wang Zheng stared at the other man and questioned him aggressively, his tone sharp and pressing!

"Pardon my intrusion!" Zhang Fan said calmly, the habitual smile on his face fading quite a bit. Having lived this long, this was the first time he had ever encountered someone daring to question him in such a manner. No matter how good Zhang Fan's temper supposedly was, he still felt he was losing face in front of Lin Xiaolei.

"Request denied!" Wang Zheng retorted tit-for-tat. "What you did wasn't a mere intrusion; it was sheer impoliteness. Bursting into someone else's office uninvited is an extremely barbaric act. I had originally assumed Mr. Zhang was a gentle, steady, and polite man, but it now appears the upbringing of the Zhang family leaves much to be desired."

Zhang Fan's expression instantly turned icy cold, dropping at least a dozen degrees below zero. Although his eyes were slightly narrowed, they burned with intense focus. Their gazes locked, clashing and sparking friction as a thick scent of gunpowder permeated the small office. Meanwhile, Lin Xiaolei, sitting on Wang Zheng's lap, felt her heart thump wildly, completely infected by the tense atmosphere.

"I have indeed been impolite. But may I ask what Mr. Zhang and Ms. Lin are doing here together during working hours?" Zhang Fan counterattacked. Etiquette? Fine, let's talk about the etiquette within an office.

"We're shacking up, is that any of your business?" Wang Zheng sneered at Zhang Fan, not giving the other man the slightest chance to counterattack. "The schedule is too tight to go to a hotel, so why won't this do here? Wake up, this is Zhongtian, not your Hailan Chemical!"

Hearing Wang Zheng's words, Zhang Fan's brow furrowed deeply. He looked at the smug-looking Wang Zheng, and then at Lin Xiaolei, who remained silent in Wang Zheng's arms with a flushed face. Could it be...?!

"The two of you have already reached such an intimate stage?"

"Zhang Fan!" Wang Zheng suddenly shouted sharply, his voice carrying far enough for people outside the office to hear clearly. His piercing gaze was like two sharp swords piercing straight toward Zhang Fan. "You stick your nose into even such private matters—aren't you being utterly perverted? If you're so eager to hear about it, go back and ask your parents!"

"You...!"

"Lin Xuan, close the door and show the guest out!" Wang Zheng yelled loudly, making the entire room seem to vibrate with his voice.

In the adjacent room, Lin Xuan had kept the door ajar, listening closely. She had already anticipated that Wang Zheng would surely engage in a massive showdown with Zhang Fan today. Not to mention, just now when Wang Zheng was humiliating Zhang Fan, Lin Xuan had actually felt her blood boiling with excitement, much like a spectator thoroughly enjoying a good show. Upon hearing Wang Zheng's command, Lin Xuan immediately straightened her clothes, put on a stern expression, and walked out, perfectly playing her assigned role.

She walked expressionlessly into Lin Xiaolei's office, faced the livid-faced Zhang Fan, and pointed straight toward the door.

"Mr. Zhang, please!" Her voice carried a solid firmness, and her tone was struck precisely right—she truly lived up to her background as a host.

Zhang Fan clenched his fists tightly, the veins on his arms bulging high. His slightly narrowed eyes were filled with malice and hatred, as if he wished his upper and lower eyelids could crush Wang Zheng to death. All of his prior gentlemanly demeanor vanished completely without a trace. If glares could turn into blades to kill, Wang Zheng would likely have been chopped into a thousand pieces long ago.

After remaining silent for a long moment, Zhang Fan suddenly let out a cold laugh, glanced at Wang Zheng, then at Lin Xiaolei, and turned on his heel to storm out of the office in fury.

How could Zhang Fan possibly feel good about being humiliated right in front of Lin Xiaolei? If not for the tiny shred of remaining rationality holding him back, he likely would have resorted to violence long ago. Though he had no idea that Wang Zheng could kill him with a mere flick of a finger—truly illustrating the saying: the ignorant are fearless!

"Snap!" Back inside his car, Zhang Fan raised both hands and slammed them down hard onto the steering wheel. He kept telling himself in his heart to stay calm, to absolutely stay calm. But the moment he recalled the humiliation he had just suffered upstairs, he simply couldn't contain it. This was the greatest disgrace he had ever encountered in his entire life.

Disgrace!

****** Whatever I, your father, want, there is never anything I fail to get. Just you wait, asshole! The humiliation I suffered today, I will return to you manifold in the future!