Beloved Bride: Captured by the Top Playboy

Today was Ziqian's first official day at Yuanfang International, where he took on the role of Director of the Investment Department. His arrival caused quite a stir throughout the entire company. As a young, handsome, and capable man, he naturally became the center of attention for all unmarried women, and even more so for someone like Ziqian who possessed a unique charm, wealth, and a sense of humor. According to all the women at Yuanfang International, he was exceptionally cool and impressive. Just five minutes after his arrival, he almost instantly captivated all the unmarried and married women of Yuanfang International.

Beyond that, he also became an idol worshiped by all staff members, regardless of gender.

It seems true that human flesh search engines leave no room for privacy, as the news of Ziqian's glorious history on Wall Street and his colorful love life spread throughout the ears of everyone in the company in an instant. However, beneath that shining history, there was one thing they did not know—the background of Ziqian's family and his identity as the young master of Yuanfang International were the only conditions under which he agreed to work at the company per his father's request.

"Starting today, I am your new Director of the Investment Department. Working with me is simple, as long as you remember two words: goals and efficiency. In this society, everything is about speed, especially in investment banking, where time is money. Thus, you must learn what 'efficiency' really means. The thing I dislike most is my subordinates engaging in useless efforts. Today, as I start my job, I also want to set a goal for us: to double the profits by the end of the year. I promise that if you all cooperate and complete the tasks for this year, the year-end bonus will definitely not be small!"

The room erupted into enthusiastic applause as everyone clapped vigorously; faced with such confidence and strong presence, no one could doubt his words.

"Monica, notify them that we have a meeting in the conference room at three this afternoon!" Ziqian turned and walked back to his office, instructing his secretary who was following closely behind him.

"Yes, Director." The secretary, Monica, a woman in her late twenties, was very professional. "Do you need them to prepare anything specific?"

"Have them prepare a financial market analysis report for the second half of the year!"

"Yes, I'll pass that along immediately!"

Suxin had a fruitful day at the job fair today; she applied to four companies and also received an interview invitation from a bank that she had applied to online.

As soon as she got home, Suxin started rummaging through her wardrobe, "What should I wear for the bank interview? Black? White? A skirt? Pants? If it's a skirt, should it be a two-piece or a one-piece?"

Before long, Suxin's bed was covered with clothes, as she tried on one piece after another in front of the mirror, but still felt something was off.

Tonight, Ziqian came back a bit late; the meeting in the afternoon lasted for three hours, and he had dinner at the old house in the evening. His mother, who hadn't seen him in a long time, inevitably caught up with him warmly, and of course, the topic she cared about the most was his girlfriends.

After finally getting away, he returned home to Jinfeng Garden close to eleven o'clock, and as soon as he walked in, he saw a white shirt on the couch—but somehow, the shirt looked familiar.

Wasn't this that Versace white shirt? But obviously, it wasn't his; he had discarded his shirt after a woman spat on it, and this one looked brand new.

Wait, brand new? Could it be that the woman had bought it to compensate him?

It seems that the woman was not so beyond redemption after all.

Ziqian smiled as he picked up the shirt, but why was the feel of the shirt so poor? He checked the label, and yes, it was Versace—but something definitely wasn't right.

His eyes caught sight of a delivery bag next to it; it was a courier package. Picking it up, Ziqian looked at it and exclaimed, "What? Taobao?"

Suxin had gone to bed early that day; she hadn't even made it until ten o'clock when, amidst her drowsy sleep, she suddenly heard a "bang bang bang" from the door.

"Who's making such a racket in the middle of the night!" Suxin irritably opened her eyes, and the "bang bang" from the door continued.

"What is it?" Suxin opened the door with an unhappy expression—who else could it be if not that pretty boy?

Seeing Suxin storming out, her hair disheveled, eyes bleary, and looking furious against the pitch-dark backdrop of the room, the scene was somewhat reminiscent of a horror movie, wasn't it?

Ziqian instantly stepped back, pointing at Suxin, "Auntie, even if you sleep early, do you have to scare people like that? Are you pretending to be a person or a ghost?"

"What do you mean pretend? Clearly, it was you who have been knocking on my door and disturbing my pleasant dreams in the middle of the night!" Shaken by Ziqian's scare, Suxin had awakened completely, her sleepiness gone, "What is it that you couldn't wait until morning and had to knock so vigorously on my door? Don't think just because you are the landlord, you can disregard the rules like this!" She was supposed to have an interview the next day; she had gone to bed early to be in her prime, yet her grand aspirations were ruined by this pretty face.

"This... what is this?" A white shirt was picked up and unfolded in front of Suxin.

"Oh, this, right. This is the shirt I compensated you with. The courier delivered it yesterday; I forgot to give it to you."

Listening to Suxin so confidently, with no sense of inappropriateness when mentioning "courier," Ziqian felt an overwhelming urge to cry.

"So, the shirt is a knockoff?" Ziqian forced a smile as he stared at Suxin.

"Of course, it's a knockoff. Why would I use a genuine brand to compensate you with a counterfeit?" Suxin responded, rolling her eyes at Ziqian. Wasn't it obvious? Did she really need to get up in the middle of the night just to clarify this?

Ziqian felt his hands trembling as he clutched the shirt, "Which of your eyes saw my shirt as a knockoff?" Am I really valued so low in this auntie's eyes? Could such a high knockoff ever be something a person with his stature would wear?

"Aren't you admitting you're a pretty boy? Living off women's money isn't easy; how could you possibly afford to spend tens of thousands on a genuine shirt?"

"When did I say I was a pretty boy... I mean, when did I say I live off women?" Ziqian couldn't bring himself to even utter 'pretty boy.' He felt like his handsome face was distorting.

Who can tell him what in the world this auntie is made of, who could test his patience over and over?

Ziqian felt as if he was going mad!

"Last time, at the entrance of Jiuguang Department Store, don't forget—because of you I sent that rich lady away, and for that, I even paid you thirty thousand in damages!" Don't think she's going to let this slide; her memory is excellent!

At her mention, Ziqian suddenly realized, it seemed like there was such an incident. At that time, he had defensively assumed this auntie was calling him a pretty boy, and he had acted accordingly, but...

"But, about that thirty thousand in damages... I don't think I received a single dime, did I?"