More and more "beast-ear girls" came chasing, only to freeze in stunned silence—just like the rabbit-ear girl before them.

Even in the 21st century, the scene hit with startling intensity.

The rabbit-ear girl snapped out of it first. She yanked the door shut with a *slam*, then gently patted her modest chest, calming her racing heart with a soft sigh.

Glancing at the others still peeking curiously, she waved them off. "Stop staring. Let’s go farther away."

They reluctantly tamped down their gossip-hungry curiosity and shuffled off, glancing back every few steps.

Their chatter drifted behind them:

"I heard the owner’s actually rich—opened this foot massage parlor just for fun. Why’d she act like that with another woman?"

"Girl, that older sister who barged in? She tossed cash everywhere at the door. Must be someone big."

"This… society’s too complicated. Baby’s confused."

Do rich people really chase thrills like this?

Sharing one… *cough cough*.

Inside the room, the three remained frozen in place.

"Don’t bite!" Chen Tangtang, caught up in the moment, actually parted her lips and let her teeth graze his cheek.

Zhou You dared not risk it—he knew she might actually leave teeth marks.

He released both women, shot to the door in a flash, back pressed firmly against it, ready to bolt.

Yun Mingyue shook off her earlier impulse. With Chen Tangtang watching, she forced down fluster and shame, face stern.

Kneeling upright on the bed, spine straight, she looked down at Chen Tangtang. "My male secretary and I have business to discuss. Would you please leave?"

Translation: *Just scram, nicely.*

Chen Tangtang wasn’t fazed. She’d met plenty of strong auras growing up—and she’d never been the sensitive type.

Grinning, she chirped, "How long’ll it take? I can wait."

Yun Mingyue’s eyes narrowed slightly, hiding the chill within. "I want him to be the parlor’s instructor. I must test his skills first. Could take all night—he’ll be exhausted."

"Foot massage needs *all night*?" Chen Tangtang clearly sensed the hostility.

"Trade secret." Yun Mingyue’s classic deflection.

Chen Tangtang wasn’t buying it.

"Hmph, hmph." She kicked off her shoes and socks, plopped onto the bed, and wiggled her big toe toward Zhou You. "Little god~ come play?"

"?"

Yun Mingyue nearly cracked. "This is serious business, Miss Chen. Please don’t be unreasonable."

"You handle your business, I’ll handle mine. No interference~" Chen Tangtang slapped her chest with exaggerated generosity.

"..."

Yun Mingyue was utterly flustered. She shifted her gaze to Zhou You.

Pinned under two intense stares, Zhou You felt needles pricking his back. Two equally stunning feet rested before him, eyes brimming with playful challenge—*come closer*.

Did he dare move?

Gripping the doorknob, throat dry, he offered: "Actually… I have an idea."

"Go on."

"Since you, Sister Hua, seek an instructor, skill matters most. So…"

Zhou You walked to the bed and began untying his shoes.

"…How about *I* guide the two of you in massaging *me*?"

Yun Mingyue blinked in surprise. Chen Tangtang’s eyes widened.

...

Another day dawned. Of course, Yun Mingyue hadn’t actually massaged Zhou You’s feet—but his quick pivot had smoothly dissolved the quasi-love-triangle tension.

(Truth be told, Chen Tangtang *had* been kinda eager to try…)

Worth noting: he’d also captured a rare third photo. Collection upgraded.

"Chairwoman, you called?" Zhou You stood straight before Yun Mingyue in crisp new attire—bought specially after her last advice.

Her gaze kept drifting to his right cheek—the spot she’d kissed yesterday—face stuck in a dazed haze.

She hadn’t slept well. That foot bath parlor scene replayed endlessly.

First time kissing a man—even just the cheek—had shaken her deeply.

Distracted, she pulled a file from her drawer. "You start university soon."

"Yes."

*Tap.*

Her finger tapped the desk, eyes unfocused. Only rehearsed lines kept the conversation "normal."

"This company partners with the government. I can add a commendation to your file—very helpful if you pursue civil service later."

She seemed to wait calmly for his reply… but her mind had wandered far.

Zhou You considered briefly. "I’ll earn your recognition through my own ability, Chairwoman."

"I believe in your potential."

Business concluded, Zhou You noticed her unusually flustered state. He leaned in softly. "Chairwoman?"

"Huh?!"

Her reaction was explosive. She jerked back, spine pressed to the chair, voice tight: "Don’t come closer!"

"Then… I’ll take my leave?"

After he left, Yun Mingyue breathed in shallow gasps. Why so strange today? She’d flirted before without nerves.

Her fingers brushed her lips. "What would a real kiss feel like?"

"..."

She buried her face on the desk. *What am I thinking? Calm down! You’re the mighty CEO!*

She sat up, patted her cheeks, inhaled deeply.

"Just a cheek peck. Nothing. Hmph."

Right. She’d regain control. No letting Zhou You flip the script. If *anything* happened—*she’d* be on top.

"I’ll pin him into eighteen positions," she muttered, expression fierce.

Truly President Yun—composure restored in seconds.

…Just with slightly odd methods.