The Ultimate Devil's Magnificent CEO

"Honey, I need to use your break room for a bit. Don't let anyone disturb me!" Zhou Fan said, pushing open the office door and speaking to Chu Yan, who was busy handling documents.

"Of course you can—wait a minute, how did you know my office has a break room?" Chu Yan asked, giving Zhou Fan a suspicious look.

"Just a guess. My wife is such a dedicated CEO, you don't even rest at noon. It would be so tiring if your office didn't have a break room!" Zhou Fan said, his expression unchanged, but inside he was panicking. 'Am I supposed to admit it's because I was always fooling around with Chen Yi in her break room and she told me about it?'

'If I actually said that, Chu Yan would probably kill me, right?'

"Go on in. I was just asking. What are you so nervous about?" Chu Yan rolled her eyes at Zhou Fan. Just as Zhou Fan thought he'd gotten away with it and opened the door to the break room, ready to step inside, her next words nearly scared him to death. "By the way, Chen Yi, the head of your sales department, has a break room in her office too. Did you know that?"

"Huh? How would I know that? But honey, if you give me permission, I could go check it out!" Zhou Fan swore that in that instant, his heart was pounding so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of his throat.

"You dare try? Hmph!" Chu Yan threatened playfully.

After Zhou Fan entered the break room, a mischievous smile played on Chu Yan's lips.

Opening the wooden box, Zhou Fan swallowed the hundred-year-old Profound Spirit Grass in one gulp without any hesitation. He then took out the golden needles and quickly inserted several of them into his Dantian, his Celestial Spirit, and both of his wrists.

Feeling the medicinal power surge violently through his body, Zhou Fan clenched his jaw, not daring to make a sound. It wasn't that he was afraid of embarrassing himself, but that he didn't want any of the power to dissipate.

Before long, beads of sweat appeared on Zhou Fan's forehead. Gradually, his entire body became drenched, as if he had just crawled out of a pool of water.

In her office, Chu Yan glanced worriedly at the break room door as she reviewed her documents. She didn't know what Zhou Fan was doing, but more than two hours had passed and there was still no sound from inside.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door. It was Chu Yan's secretary.

"President Chu, this was sent over by Chen Feng, the general manager of the Chen Conglomerate. He said it's the medicinal formula he promised us." The secretary, holding a file folder, respectfully placed it on the desk in front of Chu Yan.

Chu Yan nodded, opened the folder, and carefully studied the formula. Although she couldn't make much sense of it, she was very satisfied with its described effects.

Before she knew it, it was the end of the workday. Chu Yan stared at the still-closed door to the break room, hesitating over whether to push it open and check on him. Just then, the door opened on its own.

"Huh? What were you doing in there? Why are you sweating so much?" Chu Yan was about to throw her arms around him, but when she saw he was covered in sweat, she couldn't help but wrinkle her nose.

"What's that supposed to mean? You're grossed out by me just because I'm sweaty, is that it? Fine, then today I'll give you something to really be grossed out about!" As he spoke, Zhou Fan opened his arms, swept Chu Yan up, and kissed her again and again, leaving her flustered and indignant.

'The hundred-year-old Profound Spirit Grass is truly something else!'

Zhou Fan was in a great mood. This was the happiest he had been in the past year. With the help of the hundred-year-old Profound Spirit Grass, his strength had finally and completely recovered. In fact, when he just checked, his power seemed even a bit stronger than before.

"Weren't you grossed out? Then why are you still holding on so tight?" Zhou Fan asked, puzzled, after he let go of Chu Yan, only to find the little vixen wasn't letting go of him.

"Nope. You're going to carry me, take me home, and make me something delicious. I'm hungry!" Chu Yan tilted her head back, stood on her tiptoes to give Zhou Fan a light kiss, and pouted playfully.

"No problem. Forget making you something delicious—as long as you're happy, you could eat me up and I wouldn't mind!" Zhou Fan laughed heartily as he swept Chu Yan up by the waist.

"Hmph, who wants to eat you? You lecher!"

They both knew exactly what tonight held in store, and both were looking forward to it. But neither was in a hurry. After getting home, they first freshened up. Then Zhou Fan went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for Chu Yan, while she sat on the sofa, hugging her knees and gazing at his busy form.

As evening fell, all the lights in Chu Yan's villa were off, save for a few flickering candles.

They held each other close, feeding one another bites of food. They even linked arms to drink wine, a gesture that would have seemed sickeningly sweet to anyone else, but they couldn't get enough of it.

At that moment, anyone who knew either Chu Yan or Zhou Fan would have been absolutely floored if they witnessed this scene. It was a world away from the images they projected to the public.

"Hubby, to commemorate this special day, I wore a particularly sexy set of Heart Clothing. I read online that it's supposed to drive the man you like crazy!"

In the flickering candlelight, her pretty face flushed, Chu Yan was a little tipsy. She leaned close to Zhou Fan's ear, her breath as fragrant as an orchid.

In that instant, Zhou Fan froze as if his pressure points had been struck. He downed the wine in his glass in a single gulp, swept Chu Yan up by the waist, and carried her into the bedroom.