“When did I ever give you a resignation letter?” Yang Jingwan was momentarily stunned, but quickly realized the situation. “I get it now, you’re trying to kick me out and take all the credit for my work!”

“Who said it’s your work? Check the computer and see who the final sales agent was,” Yu Yan replied with a sinister smile.

“No wonder you were so eager to help with the signing process. You tampered with it!” Yang Jingwan shouted in anger.

Yu Yan was notorious for exploiting her sales team. The commission for selling those 12 houses was nearly a million, and Yu Yan clearly intended to take it all for herself. Her greed had no bounds.

“Now that you know, it’s too late,” Yu Yan said smugly.

“So many colleagues saw I was the one who closed those deals. I’ll report you!” Yang Jingwan retorted angrily.

“Do you think I’m afraid of being reported? Go ahead and see if anyone dares speak up for you. Even if they do, see if anyone at the head office will punish me,” Yu Yan said confidently, relying on her connections.

Yang Jingwan felt both angry and wronged, but just then, a hand gently patted her shoulder. She turned to see a handsome and extraordinary face.

“I heard everything. Let me handle it,” Wang Haoran assured her.

“Okay,” Yang Jingwan breathed a sigh of relief.

Yu Yan instinctively sized up Wang Haoran, sensing he was no ordinary person.

“And who are you?” Yu Yan asked warily, realizing Wang Haoran was there to assist Yang Jingwan.

“My surname is Wang. Someone should have informed you about me, right?” Wang Haoran replied.

“You are Young Master Wang!” Yu Yan was shocked, her legs trembling.

That morning, she had received a call from Qin Yunhan, warning her of a wealthy young man named Wang who should be given special attention.

“Young Master Wang, I was just joking with Jingwan earlier. Please, don’t take it seriously,” Yu Yan immediately changed her tune.

Wang Haoran couldn’t be bothered with someone like Yu Yan and turned to Yang Jingwan. “You can decide what happens to her. Fire her or report her; it’s your choice.”

Yu Yan was terrified, collapsing to her knees. Her arrogance vanished, replaced by desperation.

Yang Jingwan felt satisfaction seeing the change in Yu Yan, but she knew this was all because of Wang Haoran.

[Ding, Yang Jingwan’s favorability towards the host has increased by 10. Current total favorability: 45 (very friendly).]

[Ding, the host has altered the plot direction, earning 200 villain points!]

Yang Jingwan’s favorability increased so quickly? Wang Haoran was amazed. He could use his charm aura to increase the heroine’s favorability by 10 points.

Once favorability exceeded 50, the heroine’s outlook would radically shift. What kind of intriguing experience awaited with a protagonist caught in a love triangle?

Curious and excited, Wang Haoran engaged his skill. The system promptly responded.

[Ding, the host used the charm aura on Yang Jingwan, increasing her favorability by 10. Current total favorability: 55 (feeling admiration).]

[Ding, the host influenced the plot direction, earning 500 villain points. Su Lang’s protagonist aura -30, host’s villain aura +30!]

After receiving the system prompts, Wang Haoran noticed Yang Jingwan shiver slightly. Her gaze was drawn to him, accompanied by a blush that spread across her fair cheeks. However, as if startled, she quickly looked away.

“Jingwan, I shouldn’t have coveted your commission. Please, spare me! I can’t go to jail with an elderly mother and a child to care for!” Yu Yan pleaded, knocking her head on the floor until it bled.

Initially, Yang Jingwan thought of sending Yu Yan to jail, but seeing her like this, she softened.

“Leave. I don’t want to see you again,” Yang Jingwan said with disgust.

“Thank you, Jingwan. I’ll resign immediately and won’t appear here tomorrow,” Yu Yan said, scurrying away.

Wang Haoran knew Yu Yan’s pitiful act was just that—an act. But since Yang Jingwan decided to let her off easily, he respected her choice.

Yang Jingwan wasn’t naïve; she likely saw through Yu Yan, but her heart was too soft. Seeing her injured, Yang Jingwan couldn’t bring herself to be harsh.

“You’ve helped me again. How should I thank you?” Yang Jingwan asked, her expression complex.

“Are you saying you’ll agree to anything I ask?” Wang Haoran teased playfully.

Yang Jingwan’s heart skipped a beat. What if Wang Haoran made an unreasonable demand?

“Hold out your hand,” Wang Haoran suddenly requested.

Uncertain, Yang Jingwan extended her delicate hand.

Wang Haoran gently took her hand in his. Her heart raced, and she instinctively tried to pull away, but Wang Haoran’s grip was firm.

“Let go. If someone sees, it won’t be good,” Yang Jingwan whispered, embarrassed yet unable to sound assertive.

Wang Haoran released her. Yang Jingwan withdrew her hand, relieved, yet her heart uncontrollably raced.

[Ding, the host stirred Yang Jingwan’s heart, earning 200 villain points!]

“Young Master Wang, you’ve helped me so much, and I’m grateful. But please be more serious. If you continue like this, we might not even stay friends,” Yang Jingwan warned with a seemingly cold expression.

If not for the system prompt, Wang Haoran might have thought she was upset. Women are indeed enigmatic, he mused. Clearly affected, yet pretending otherwise.

This only made Wang Haoran find the situation more entertaining.