The Beautiful CEO Fell in Love with Me
With a tone laced with wit and humor, the novel tells the story of four university graduates who join a large corporate group, only to be thrown into the brutal baptism of the workplace. Lu Rui, proud and ambitious, becomes the target of the company’s five notorious villains who conspire to demote him to a janitor. With the help of his three roommates, he launches a battle against the cunning and treacherous executives to defend his dignity and personal worth. After enduring countless hardships, Lu Rui ultimately earns the appreciation and favor of the company’s chairman. His relationship with Qu Liyuan, a beautiful woman who later rises to become the group president, is one of playful rivalry and mutual respect. In moments of crisis, they stand together at pivotal turning points for the company… Readers are sharing the latest chapter: Volume One, Chapter 521: Six Against One. If you enjoy this book, please support the author by clicking the share button on the right side of the page! Wangshu Pavilion reminds you: Three things for readers—collect, recommend, share!
The Beautiful CEO Fell in Love with Me
“Who am I? Where did I come from? Where is this place? No... don’t kill me!”
Ye Chen struggled and rolled off the bed, his forehead hitting the ground hard, his mouth pressed against the cold floor.
“Damn!” He scrambled to his feet, rubbing the swollen bump on his forehead, muttering, “I’ve had this dream so many times. Hell, why do I always have the same nightmare?”
He poured a cup of water from the dispenser and drank it in one gulp, finally easing a bit of the pressure inside. Sitting on the sofa, Ye Chen tried to recall the details of his dream: in the darkness, several black-clad assassins relentlessly chased him, until finally he plunged off a cliff...
And in those dreams, a face always appeared in Ye Chen’s mind—a stunningly beautiful, almost bewitching woman, her exquisite features making him swallow repeatedly. For a year, Ye Chen had been haunted by this same dream.
He sat on the sofa, gazing up at the ceiling. His mind was still blank; all he remembered from two years ago were fragments—the pursuit by the black-clad figures and the visage of that alluring woman.
Unconsciously, dawn had already broken; it was six in the morning, the first light of day quietly rising.
Ye Chen glanced outside, then pulled on a knock-off Adidas tracksuit and ran a few laps in the residential garden. By the time he returned, sweat-soaked, it was seven o’clock. He planned to shower, change, and head out for breakfast.
Just as he entered the apartment, he sensed something strange. A year of fleeing had honed his instincts. He furrowed
