Supremely Talented Tyrant

"Brother Spice Ginger, could you please plead for me? I really realize my mistake now." Seeing that he couldn't persuade Hao Jian, Wang Yuanbo could only turn to Brother Spice Ginger with a pleading look.

But Brother Spice Ginger simply turned his head away, "The boss's wishes are my wishes!"

"One week, I want to see Xiao Qiang's brand on the shelves of your mall; otherwise, prepare for a funeral!" Hao Jian said coldly, then took Xiao Qiang's hand and walked out of the office with big strides.

At that moment, Xiao Qiang felt like she was the long-haired damsel rescued by a prince, filled with emotion and bashfulness.

Meanwhile, Wang Yuanbo lay on the ground, utterly disheartened, muttering to himself, "It's over, everything's over!"

......

As Hao Jian walked out of the business center, he suddenly turned back to Yuan Shanxin and said, "From today on, you don't have to come to work anymore."

"What? On what grounds?" Yuan Shanxin was initially stunned, then burst into cursing. What right did Hao Jian have to fire him?

"Because I don't like your face!" Hao Jian gave his reason.

Yuan Shanxin was dumbfounded. Was that even a reason?

Just because Hao Jian didn't like his face, he was going to be fired? He didn't like Hao Jian's face either!

"Fire him!" Hao Jian said to Xiao Qiang, pointing at Yuan Shanxin.

"Alright!" Xiao Qiang didn't even think before agreeing, still not recovered from the happiness of before. Now whatever Hao Jian said went; even if he told her to go to a hotel to check in, she'd probably agree without hesitation.

"Boss..." Yuan Shanxin was shocked, not expecting Xiao Qiang to fire him just like that, without a moment of hesitation.

"Get your wages settled with the accountant later, Yuan Shanxin. You're not suitable to work under me anymore!" Xiao Qiang said decisively, ready to agree unconditionally to anything Hao Jian decided.

Yuan Shanxin clenched his fists tightly, hesitated a few seconds, then left with a look full of hatred on his face.

"Where are we going now?" Xiao Qiang asked with joy and anticipation, looking at Hao Jian.

Hao Jian looked at Xiao Qiang and uttered two words lightly: "Go home!"

"Sure, let's go to my house!" Xiao Qiang said, batting her eyelashes at Hao Jian.

Hao Jian couldn't help but smile wryly. This girl must be doing it on purpose.

"I meant my own home. I'm about to go abroad, so I need to prepare a lot of things," Hao Jian explained with a bitter smile.

The smile on Xiao Qiang's face disappeared in an instant, and she said sullenly, "There's also someone I want you to help me deal with, someone who has become my sworn enemy!"

"Who?" Hao Jian asked in surprise. Sworn enemy? Was it that serious?

"Shu Ya!"

"...."

......

Afterward, Hao Jian went home, but at the doorstep, he witnessed a bizarre scene.

A man dressed in a white long robe, looking like an ancient person, stood at his doorstep, amusing Tongtong.

If there was something most eye-catching about this man, it was his looks – a pallid complexion, delicate and handsome features, the very image of a beautiful man.

Combined with the ancient attire, he appeared even more ethereal.

Seeing this, Hao Jian couldn't help but admire, "What a pretentious guy!"

"Big brother, you're so handsome, will you marry me when I grow up?" Tongtong asked with a giggle, the charm of a handsome man knows no age limit.

Hearing this, Hao Jian suddenly felt unhappy, as if he had been abandoned.

This was infuriating. This little bastard, daring to abduct his daughter?

Hao Jian stormed over, picked up Tongtong, and said in a mocking tone, "Tongtong, how many times has Daddy told you not to talk to strangers? And especially not to men who are strangers and good-looking at that, because those kinds of men are all scam artists! Of course, your dad is the exception!"

The man was left speechless... with the corners of his mouth twitching involuntarily.

"But Daddy, you're not handsome!" Tongtong said seriously, looking at Hao Jian's face.

"Pff, hahaha..." Upon hearing this, the man could no longer contain himself and burst out laughing.

Hao Jian's face turned ashen, and he said awkwardly, "You child, always talking nonsense."

"I'm not talking nonsense," Tongtong protested, feeling wronged.

"With a dad as resplendent and dashing, elegant and imposing, full of youthful vigor (omit ten thousand words here), you actually say dad isn't handsome? And you deny spouting nonsense?" Hao Jian scolded.

"Wow... Mom, dad is scolding me!" Tongtong cried out, turning her head to shout at Ruo Lan.

Ruo Lan, who was nearby, couldn't stand it any longer and walked over to pick up Tongtong, not forgetting to throw in a complaint before she left: "Why must you trouble the child like this?"

"I..." In Hao Jian's mind, herds of caonima galloped past, this wasn't how you played the game; what was wrong with showing off a bit in front of outsiders?

At that moment, the man chuckled softly, but covered his mouth with the back of his hand in a somewhat coquettish manner.

At that instant, a phrase surfaced in Hao Jian's mind, that was... androgynous!

"What are you laughing at? Look at that sleazy face of yours. A grown man but looking like a woman, clearly not a good sort. Speak! What suspicious things are you doing at my doorstep? And seducing my daughter, you wouldn't be one of those pedophiles with a lolita complex? A young-girl pervert, huh?" Hao Jian looked at the man suspiciously.

"You... you're so rude!" The man was also furious, his handsome face twitching continually. How could such an elegant and noble person like him endure being called a pervert by Hao Jian?

At this moment, he truly had the urge to strangle Hao Jian. No one had ever spoken to him like that, Hao Jian was the first!

Being born with such an appearance, he was already extremely self-conscious, so he hated it when others said he looked like a woman. This was his Achilles' heel. Anyone who dared to say he looked feminine met a very miserable end; one of the dandies, ignorant of his status, once called him effeminate and ended up being brutally murdered by him. The dandy's family hadn't even found all the pieces of his broken body yet.

"I'm starting to dislike you!" The man's narrow, phoenix eyes emitted a chilly gleam, while his handsome face showed cold severity.

Hao Jian curled his lip disdainfully, "As if you liking me would elevate my soul!"

"You're Hao Jian, aren't you?" the man asked Hao Jian; he wanted to confirm whether the person before him was the one he was looking for. If not, he would kill him on the spot for the offense.

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"I am, and who might you be?" Hao Jian asked, raising his eyebrow, assuming the man knew him since he called out his name right away.

"My name is Murong Chengkong." Murong Chengkong replied indifferently, gently waving the folding fan in his hand, embodying grace and elegance.

"A Murong? What's your relation to Murong Qiushui?" Upon hearing his name, Hao Jian immediately thought of Murong Qiushui, considering that Murong was quite a rare surname.

And since the man was obviously here to see him, he must be related to the Murong Family.

"I am her elder brother, the second son of the Murong Family," Murong Chengkong said coldly.

"Oh, the elder brother is it? Please come in, please come in." Hao Jian immediately changed his demeanor, greeted Murong Chengkong with extreme enthusiasm, as if they were long-lost friends reunited, and began to pull Murong Chengkong inside.

"How dare you! To treat me with such disrespect, let go of me! I said let go, do you hear me, hey, you --"

Murong Chengkong was dragged into the house by Hao Jian, who then specifically brewed a pot of Kung Fu tea for him.

"Smooth to the palate, a single line to the throat; this tea has a very unique flavor. With its aroma, there's a hint of rot, an amalgam of fragrance and foulness, what kind of tea is this?" Murong Chengkong, after sipping, asked with some surprise. It was his first time tasting such an unusual tea, one that could combine both fragrance and stench.

"It's special, huh? Just bought it for twenty bucks from the supermarket," Hao Jian said, scratching his head in confusion. Then he picked up the tea box for a glance: "Oops! It's expired!"

"Pfft! Cough cough cough..." Murong Chengkong choked badly, immediately spewing out the tea. No wonder he detected a scent of decay—it was bloody expired!

And to think he had just been seriously tasting the tea, only to find out it was way past its sell-by date!

"You actually offered me expired tea?" Murong Chengkong glared, asking. He was furious. Considering his status, who in the world didn't cater to him? Yet this guy dared to fob him off with expired tea.

Hao Jian waved his hands apologetically, saying, "No, no, no, no, it was a genuine oversight, I didn't do it on purpose. How about we skip the tea, and I cut some fruit for you?"

"No need, let's get to the point," Murong Chengkong said, suppressing the rage in his heart and signaling for Hao Jian, who was about to stand, to sit back down.

"Alrighty, may I know the purpose of the elder brother's visit today?" Hao Jian asked with a smile.

"Don't call me elder brother!" Murong Chengkong snapped. What's your status, and what's mine? You're not qualified to call me elder brother.

"Then brother Chengkong, what brings you today --"

"Don't address me as your brother either!" Murong Chengkong interrupted him again.

"Um, Chengkong!"

"Are we that familiar?"

"Damn it, Second Murong!" Hao Jian finally lost his temper.

"You..." Murong Chengkong's eyebrows shot up in anger, looking ready to explode.

With trembling fingers, Murong Chengkong pointed at Hao Jian: "Vulgar! Too vulgar!"

"Are you still not done? What do you want with me, spit it out! Annoying the hell out of someone!" Hao Jian said impatiently. Dammit, if it's not this, it's not that, are you just toying with me?

Murong Chengkong initially thought about turning around and leaving, but thinking of the family mission he came for, he had no choice but to sit down and swallow his pride.

"I want to know what Murong Qiushui said to you?" Murong Chengkong stated his intentions directly. With Murong Qiushui's status, every move she made attracted attention, and Murong Chengkong also understood her; she never acted without cause. The fact that she met with Hao Jian alone, without informing the family, must have a special reason behind it.