The CEO is So Overbearing

chapter 2

The eye-catching black limousine parked at the entrance of the night market, attracting the attention of many pedestrians. Even if one wanted to keep a low profile, it was hard to do so.

“Young Master, are you sure you want to go in alone?” Xia Ye couldn't help but worry. After all, the night market was chaotic and full of people from all walks of life. You never knew what might happen.

Jun Canghao shot him a glance and opened the car door without a word.

“Go back first!” he said. He wasn’t someone who lacked the ability to protect himself. Growing up in a family like his, learning how to take care of himself was the first thing he had to master.

He signaled the driver to move the car out of the scene, and Xia Ye quickly got out and followed behind him, his nerves taut and ready to handle any unexpected situations.

Dressed in a custom-made high-end suit, Jun Canghao was the kind of person who attracted attention wherever he went. Paired with his handsome, cold face and his innate aura of nobility, it was almost impossible to blend in with the crowd at the night market. He stood out in a way that was particularly incongruous.

Unaware of the gazes and whispers around him, Jun Canghao strode forward with long strides. People could feel the natural intimidation emanating from him and automatically stepped aside to make way.

Although Xia Ye didn’t understand his master’s intentions, he remained dutifully close behind, his sharp and refined face revealing his alertness.

After passing a few stalls, they came upon a long line of people that stretched far ahead. Following the line, they finally arrived at a stall with a sign for donuts.

Standing in front of the stall, Jun Canghao immediately recognized the busy little woman behind the counter, whose hands were constantly moving. Despite the beads of sweat on her forehead, her eyes were bright and full of life, offering a warm and sweet smile to each customer.

How much could a donut sell for? Why was she so satisfied and so happy? He thought about how every contract he signed was worth billions, yet he had never felt as happy as she seemed. Was this what they called a "dream" life?

He stepped forward and stood in front of the stall, using his deep, melodious voice—one that could strike fear into business rivals—to address Jiaxin, who was busy calculating the bill for a customer. “One donut!”

Confronting opponents directly was Jun Canghao’s usual style.

Jiaxin, momentarily interrupted, forgot where she had left off in her calculations. She stared at him in confusion and asked, “What did you say?”

“Give me one donut!” he said, his tone unyielding.

Jiaxin blinked, finally reacting. She flashed a smiling face and apologized, “Sir, I’m so sorry, please wait in line.”

His eyebrows furrowed in displeasure, and his voice remained firm. “Give me one donut now.”

“Sir, skipping the line makes it very difficult for us to do business.” She still wore a sweet smile, but the people in line behind him were starting to cast dissatisfied looks his way. “I promise you’ll get your turn soon. Please go wait in line.”

Xia Ye couldn’t help but sweat a little as he saw his master causing trouble.

His master had never known what it meant to queue up, and this was going to be a problem.

“How much will it take for you to sell it to me now?” Jun Canghao used his business negotiation skills. For him, everything had a price, and nothing was impossible to negotiate. “Would $1,000 be enough?”

Jiaxin remained unmoved, repeating her earlier line. “Sir, please go wait in line.”

“Not enough?”

Hearing this, she patiently explained, after all, the service industry had one unbreakable rule: “The customer is always right.” “It’s not about the money.”

“Jiaxin, let me handle this,” Wei Zhixi, who had just finished serving a customer, whispered to her. “Sir, I’m afraid you’ll have to go wait in line. Otherwise, we can’t sell to you.”

Hmph! He thought wearing a suit would give him the right to act arrogantly, as if he were so important!

Jun Canghao, completely dismissing Wei Zhixi, glanced arrogantly at Jiaxin and made his offer.

“$10,000!”

The crowd around them gasped, their eyes wide open in shock. They were now trying to figure out if this guy was a young businessman from a big company or some up-and-coming tech mogul from the science park. Who would pay $10,000 for a donut? They were all calculating how much that would be in Taiwanese dollars.

Jiaxin was stunned at first, then grew somewhat irritated due to his disrespectful tone.

“Sir, while we run a small business, we take each customer’s rights seriously. If you want a donut, please go wait in line. Otherwise, please come back another day. Even if you offer $100,000, I still won’t sell it to you. If you want my donuts, you’ll wait like everyone else. No exceptions.”

Xia Ye couldn’t help but want to applaud her. His master had finally met his match.

Jun Canghao raised an eyebrow and upped the ante again. “$500,000.”

There were gasps of astonishment all around, and the crowd began to grow larger, watching with interest.

Five hundred thousand dollars could buy a well-located store, and soon, the word spread from one person to the next, causing more and more people to gather in front of the stall to watch the drama unfold. The man and the woman stood there, facing off, neither one willing to back down.

“Jiaxin…” Wei Zhixi thought to himself, How lucky is this guy to have so much money to spend just for a donut? Since the guy seemed to have too much money and nowhere to spend it, why not take advantage? Why be polite?

Before he could finish his thought, Jiaxin, who always greeted everyone with a smile, slightly changed her expression. “Even if you offer one million dollars, I still won’t sell it to you.” Though she wasn’t shouting, it was clear she was genuinely angry. “If you want a donut, please wait in line.”

Jun Canghao looked at her coldly, as if sizing her up. “If there’s money to be made, why not take it?”

Taking a deep breath, Jiaxin suppressed the rare anger she felt. “There’s no reason. We just don’t want to make money without effort. If you want to buy a donut, please wait in line.”

Suddenly, a round of applause erupted, reverberating through the entire night market.

It had been a long time since Jun Canghao had encountered such a tough opponent—someone who couldn’t be bought even with money. He raised his eyebrows, looking at the petite woman in front of him with a new sense of respect.

Jun Canghao smirked, his tone mocking. “Is that so? You’re quite determined, but I wonder how long this resolve will last.”

“Sir, there are many other customers waiting. Please don’t interfere with us here.” She didn’t give him another look, instead turning to face the next customer, putting on a bright smile. “What flavor would you like?”

Interfere? Jun Canghao never imagined those words would be used against him. This was not how he expected things to go when he came to the night market.

Sighing inwardly, Xia Ye couldn’t help but mock her naivety. His master had never understood what it meant to wait in line. Whatever Jun Canghao wanted, people would rush to offer it to him, eager to please.

As expected, Jun Canghao turned away and walked off.

Xia Ye followed behind with a look of “I knew it would be like this” on his face, taking out his phone to call the driver to bring the car back. But then, his jaw nearly dropped as he saw his idol, his master, walk to the back of the line and obediently stand there, waiting like everyone else.

“D-D-Young Master…” He pinched his thigh to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

Jun Canghao scowled and snapped, “Shut up!”

“Yes, sir.” Xia Ye immediately fell silent, but he was certain that this incident would become the perfect teasing material for the Second and Third Young Masters in the future.

After waiting nearly twenty minutes, it was finally Jun Canghao’s turn.

“Sir, I’m so sorry for keeping you waiting. What flavor would you like?” Although things had been tense earlier, he was still a customer, so Jiaxin maintained her pleasant attitude and friendly service.

With a cold, detached expression, Jun Canghao replied, “Whatever.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t have a flavor called ‘whatever,’” Jiaxin’s smile stiffened slightly. “We have chocolate, sesame, strawberry, royal cocoa, black forest, or our signature donut, which many customers say is delicious.”

Jun Canghao’s deep, unreadable eyes stayed fixed on her, as if assessing her value, determining whether she was worth investing in. “I’ll take the signature donut, then.”

“Please wait a moment.” She nodded respectfully.

Soon, she placed a crispy milk donut into a paper bag. “That’ll be 35 dollars.”

“Mm.” Jun Canghao pulled out his wallet from inside his suit, taking out a $1,000 bill. “No need to give change.”

“That’s too much. I can’t accept it,” Jiaxin refused to take the money. “Consider the donut as my treat. If you like it, please feel free to come back again.”

“You seem to have too many pointless principles,” he said, his tone laced with mockery.

Jiaxin raised an eyebrow in response. “Isn’t it important to have principles when you’re a person?”

“I don’t think so. As long as you achieve your goal, principles aren’t really a problem,” Jun Canghao sneered, then turned and walked away, leaving Jiaxin standing there, staring at his retreating back, still unsure of what his last words meant.

“Jiaxin!” Wei Zhixi nudged her with his elbow.

She snapped out of her daze. “What?”

“I think that man might be interested in you.” It wasn’t that he was being overly sensitive; it was just his intuition.

“What are you talking about?” Jiaxin laughed softly. “He’s just a customer here for a donut, and you’re jealous over this?”

Wei Zhixi couldn’t deny it, there was a slight twinge of jealousy. Despite not being too familiar with fashion or trends, just from the way the man was dressed, it was clear that he wasn’t just an ordinary person. Add to that the overwhelming sense of dominance he carried—he was someone who exuded the pressure that only a true king could have. Even though Wei Zhixi had never known what it was like to feel inferior, when standing next to him, he immediately felt smaller in comparison.

“He kept staring at you,” he muttered.

“Well, I can’t stop him from looking,” she said, giving him a playful but shy look. “Besides… I love you.” She was a girl with some modesty, and the words “I love you” weren’t something she’d say casually. After all, they had known each other for almost ten years. Some things didn’t need to be spoken aloud; they both understood it in their hearts.

This made Wei Zhixi's expression soften, his anger turning to happiness. “That’s your first time confessing to me.”

She playfully punched him. “You’re so annoying!”

“Haha.” Wei Zhixi laughed like a proud older boy.