Villain, Please Go Easy On Me (English Translation)

03. President: The Villain Is like Peonies

Translator: Guy Gone Bad

Feng Xinglang's laugh was muffled. "Peonies?"
The rising tone made one feel creepy.
Su Bei was the wretch who got his throat gripped by fate.

Now he reacted what he had said. Did he say this poem to a wrong object?
Feng Xinglang suddenly took a step back and regained his indifferent look, "I don't like roses."
Su Bei felt the strong sense of pressure having dissipated a little, feeling quietly relieved, and then ready to flee, "Mr. Feng, goodbye!"
As he was slipping out, Fng Xinglang's threatening voice came from behind, "Don't let me see you smoke again..."
Those unfinished words let Su Bei get goose bumps all over, accelerating the pace subconsciously.
The familiar mechanical sound of 748 was heard, "Captivating bar increased by 3%, current captivating progress 3%."
Su Bei staggered, "What the hell is the captivating progress?"
748's answer was brief and comprehensive, "It is the captivating progress."
The mouth of Su Bei twitched slightly. Can its answer count as an answer?
He rested his arm by the window of the sports car, feeling the wind, and thought about what else to do besides sending flowers.
Su Bei fidgetily felt out a cigarette and clipped it between his fingertips, Feng Xianglang's warning flashing in his head.
Hand shaking, he slipped the cigarette back in his pocket. Fine! He quits! He yields!
Su Bei patted the steering wheel, anyway he did not know how to captivate, so he just did it as what his heart told him to do.
But wait, did he forget about something?
A few minutes later, Su Bei was standing under the building of Feng Xinglang's company again.

He forgot that he had come to ask him for dinner.
But the desire for survival made Su Bei stop downstairs, just pacing there back and forth.
After quite a while, Su Bei went to the nearest hotel to order some takeout and then entered the company again.
As the young woman from the reception saw Su Bei, she almost slipped down.
She looked at Su Bei like looking at a monster, "Mr. Su, are you here for the president?" OS: Why are you back again?
Su Bei nodded.
The front desk swallowed some saliva and asked, "I'll make a call to the president."
Su Bei was not an unreasonable person, so he agreed.
The front desk was relieved and then dialed Feng Xinglang's number.
After getting through, the front desk said with a very respectful tone, "President Feng, Mr. Su is here, to......"
She paused for a moment. Su Bei immediately understood and raised his hand holding the food container.
The front desk slightly twitched her mouth and then told Feng Xinglang Su Bei sent him some food for lunch.

And the other end of the phone only said three words. Throw it away!
The front desk truthfully conveyed the words to Su Bei.
Su Bei took a look at the food container, automatically took it as Feng Xinglang did not want to have a meal with him, so he just turned around and left with the food.
Although this body was rich, saving food is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. Since Feng Xinglang did not want it, he could enjoy.
However, before he moved to the gate, the front desk stopped him, "Mr. Su, President Feng asks you to go to his office."
Su Bei came to the seventeenth floor, and directly went to Feng Xinglang's office.
Feng Xinglang was reading some documents, making the whole person revealing some rigorous and ascetic atmosphere.
With his eyes sweeping the food container in Su Bei's hand, Feng Xing's made a pause without a trace.
Su Bei coughed a bit, toughened his scalp and said, "Since Mr. Feng doesn't want to go out to have a meal with me, I guess I can only bring the food here."
He looked at Feng Xinglang, looking quite innocent.
Feng Xinglang's eyes flashed some evil light. He remembered that this Su Bei never laid his fingers in the kitchen.
He wanted to see how far the young gentleman could go. "If you want to have a meal with me, I only want to eat those dishes you cook tomorrow."
"Ah?" Su Bei was thunderstruck.
Feng Xinglang said with an impatient tone, "Don't you want to chase me?"
Su Bei nodded.

"Yes!" But he can't cook!
Feng Xinglang's expression was so condescending, as if he were teasing a pet that could not escape. "No?"
Su Bei shook his head vigorously, saying with determination, "Yeah, sure." The problem is still he couldn't cook!
Feng Xinglang was satisfied this time, his brows unfurled. "Get out."
Su Bei was a bit bewildered. So he just let him go?