Mr. CEO, Stop Kissing Me! You’re Not the Man I’m After!

The green light flickered, yet the traffic did not move. Seated in the Rolls-Royce’s driver seat, Lu Yanxiu’s gaze cut through the front windshield and settled on the road ahead. The back door of a ride-hailing car was shoved hard open. A woman with a graceful figure stepped out. Her gorgeous face turned cold. She walked forward without looking back. The man in the driver’s seat chased after her, grabbing her wrist, about to speak. Xu Niaoniao wrenched her hand away without the slightest politeness. “What you said in the car just now is enough for me to report you for s****l harassment.” She always kept this saying firmly in mind: Smile, and cheap men will come. Faced with the driver’s harassment, Xu Niaoniao sized him up slowly from head to toe. Her gaze swept over his cheap, shapeless T-shirt, his bare wrists devoid of any jewelry, before finally falling back on the ride-hailing car. The green light flickered, yet the traffic did not move. Seated in the Rolls-Royce’s driver seat, Lu Yanxiu’s gaze cut through the front windshield and settled on the road ahead. The back door of a ride-hailing car was shoved hard open. A woman with a graceful figure stepped out. Her gorgeous face turned cold. She walked forward without looking back. The man in the driver’s seat chased after her, grabbing her wrist, about to speak. Xu Niaoniao wrenched her hand away without the slightest politeness. “What you said in the car just now is enough for me to report you for s****l harassment.” She always kept this saying firmly in mind: Smile, and cheap men will come. Faced with the driver’s harassment, Xu Niaoniao sized him up slowly from head to toe. Her gaze swept over his cheap, shapeless T-shirt, his bare wrists devoid of any jewelry, before finally falling back on the ride-hailing car. Did she look cheap? How dared any random man claim he wanted to pursue her? Xu Niaoniao made up her mind. From now on, she would only book luxury rides. “When you like someone, you should look not only at them, but also at yourself.” She stepped back, imposing. “If I’m not mistaken, you have a family photo displayed in your car, don’t you?” Lu Yanxiu, sitting in the car behind, watched everything unfold. The afternoon sunlight brushed his sharply defined side profile. His expression was indifferent, no ripples stirring in his eyes. His gaze slid across her face. He deliberately overlooked her striking beauty and picked up on finer details: Her out-of-season Miu Miu dress, and that knockoff CHANEL chain bag. “Boring.” That was Lu Yanxiu’s verdict. A pretty doll trying desperately to fit into a world she did not belong to, yet revealing her awkwardness at every turn. Just like the delusional driver who could not see reality, she was nothing but inefficient, grating noise within his world. His palm tapped lightly once against the steering wheel, and a car horn blared right after. The ride-hailing driver finally snapped out of his daze and scrambled back into his car. Xu Niaoniao lifted a hand to smooth her long hair. Her figure swayed gracefully as she walked away without glancing back. Lu Yanxiu pulled his gaze away and pressed the gas pedal gently. The Phantom glided smoothly past her. Its dark windows sealed off two separate worlds. As he drove by her side, Lu Yanxiu kept his eyes fixed forward, never sparing her another glance. The hotel valet enthusiastically parked the car for Lu Yanxiu. When he turned around, he spotted Xu Niaoniao struggling with the revolving door. He saw countless beautiful women every day on this job, yet Xu Niaoniao still took his breath away. He gave her a quiet warning and held the door open for her. Xu Niaoniao turned her head and offered him a soft, polite smile. “Thank you.” Her voice was sweet and clear. The valet’s heart felt as though a feather had lightly brushed it. The tips of his ears grew warm. He quickly dropped his gaze and stepped back to his post. Xu Niaoniao hurried across the lobby. From the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a sign outside a conference hall — “Global Asset Allocation and Family Trust Summit.” She casually glanced inside. Onstage, a man in a dark custom suit was delivering a speech. He stood tall and upright, his side profile crisp and defined. Even from far away, his commanding, room-dominating aura was palpable. Xu Niaoniao did not pause. She sped toward the restaurant. The roadside incident had made her run late. Her group of friends sharing the booking had already wrapped up their photoshoot for the day. They chatted in small clusters. The elegant three-tiered dessert tower on the table sat untouched, yet their camera memory cards were most certainly full. She smiled and sat down, picking the best spot. The window garden would show perfectly in the background. This afternoon tea set was split between ten of them. The four-figure price tag worked out to a low three-digit sum per person. Though they barely knew one another, every girl had a clear goal: Take atmospheric photos against the prettiest backdrop to build their personas on social media. Xu Niaoniao was a pro at this. No one needed to tell her which angle or pose to use. Any casual stance made a great shot. Her movements looked relaxed and effortless, as if this was just another ordinary afternoon in her endless lazy days. Shutter clicks rang out nonstop. The girls soon gathered around, showering each other with hollow, polite compliments. Xu Niaoniao smiled and took in all the compliments, firing back well-calibrated praise in return. The scene felt warm and harmonious, nothing more than fake sisterly bonding. These girls each had different backgrounds. Some were micro-influencers keeping up their glossy online personas. Others were social climbers navigating high-society circles, hunting for chances. There were also nightclub models eager to attract higher-class clients. For Xu Niaoniao, her current label was college student. As for the future? She did not think that far ahead. She might become one of them. Or perhaps… she would pursue multiple paths at the same time. After all, her goal was plain and simple: climb the social ladder, make money, and live a good life. Once she finished her shoot, Xu Niaoniao stepped out of the hotel. She looked up and spotted the man who’d delivered the speech walking out from the revolving door. He headed straight for the black Rolls-Royce Phantom waiting at the entrance. The luxury car caught Xu Niaoniao’s eye even before she registered the man’s looks. Her gaze lingered on him for a few seconds before she looked away. Over the following days, Xu Niaoniao returned to this hotel many times for various group-booked activities — afternoon tea, executive lounge check-ins, poolside photoshoots, and more. By coincidence, she ran into Lu Yanxiu on several occasions. Sometimes he would step into the elevator after a short conversation with others. Other times, he sat in a quiet corner of the lobby bar, going over documents. Gradually, she grew familiar with him. She also noticed one detail: this man drove a different luxury car every time. Rolls-Royce, Bentley, Maybach… This was far beyond simply being “rich”. She could not even splurge freely on a single pair of designer shoes, yet this young man had unlimited access to luxury vehicles. On one gloomy afternoon, Xu Niaoniao gritted her teeth and split the cost of a discounted view suite at the hotel with several girls. Within their limited time window, they photographed every corner of the room from every angle, striking seemingly casual poses for full 360-degree shots. When the shoot ended, Xu Niaoniao had just stepped out through the hotel’s revolving door when she was stopped by fine, pouring rain. The vigilant valet immediately handed her an umbrella. She thanked him, then stood under the lobby awning and lowered her head to book a ride. Just then, a dark gray Cayenne sped across the waterlogged road. Splash!Water sprayed all over her lower body, splattering mud stains from her calves to the hem of her dress. “Hey!” Xu Niaoniao’s temper flared at once. She looked up and saw the car pull over ten meters ahead. Fine. At least he knew to stop and apologize. Gripping her umbrella tightly, she walked over aggressively, ready to demand compensation for her ruined dress and ruined mood. The driver’s door opened, and a tall man stepped out. He wore a well-tailored dark suit, its shoulder lines darkened slightly by the light rain. The second she saw his face, every sharp word she had prepared died instantly in her throat.