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Ye Mo Li's mind went blank; she hadn't even had time to react before Leng Yichen suddenly pulled her in.
"Ugh!"
She lost her balance and instantly crashed into Leng Yichen's embrace.
His hand gripped her Armpit Braid tightly, the force so strong that she couldn't break free. Her forehead pressed directly against his chest, feeling the solid and powerful contours of his muscles.
His body heat radiated through his shirt, bringing with it a daunting warmth.
His breath was deep and steady, the warm air brushing against her forehead, causing her ears to flush instantly.
There was a unique and luxurious scent in his breath—crisp cedar, deep sandalwood, mixed with an undeniable masculine aroma that made her nerves tense up, leaving her utterly bewildered.
"Leng... Manager Leng...?" Her voice trembled as she tried to lift her head to look at him, only to find his gaze fixated on her Armpit Braid—filled with interest and an incomprehensible focus.
Leng Yichen didn't respond; instead, he domineeringly held the two Armpit Braids in his hands, his fingertips slowly kneading and playing with them as if he were carefully savoring their texture and feel.
His fingers glided over her Hair, each touch imbued with precise and forceful control, as if it were not Hair but a precious piece of art he intended to appreciate thoroughly.
Ye Mo Li's entire body stiffened, her blood nearly boiling.
"What... what are you doing...?" she stammered, attempting to struggle out of his embrace but realizing he had no intention of letting her go.
At that moment, Leng Yichen suddenly made a shocking move that stunned everyone—
He slowly lifted the two Armpit Braids to his nose and then, without hesitation—greedily inhaled deeply!
"Mm..."
He closed his eyes, seemingly savoring the scent of her hair, his brow slightly furrowed as if he were trying to decipher this unprecedented "fragrance."
The expression on his face was both domineering and arrogant, even tinged with a hint of... unusual infatuation.
Ye Mo Li's soul seemed to leave her body; she stood frozen, her eyes wide open in disbelief at what she had just witnessed—
This man... was actually sniffing her armpit hair?!
The entire room fell silent.
Everyone stood rigidly in place, mouths agape as if they had been struck by a collective petrification spell. Their minds went blank, and they began to question whether their worldview had suffered a severe malfunction.
—Manager Leng... was smelling... armpit hair???
—And he looked utterly serious about it???
Su Luobing's expression shattered completely; her face shifted from pride to terror, ultimately morphing into an uncontrollable breakdown—
"Leng Yichen!!! What on earth are you doing?!"
Su Luobing's mind was a cacophony, as if millions of bolts of lightning were exploding within her consciousness, shattering her world in an instant.
Her fiancé, the globally influential hair care mogul Leng Yichen, had actually—publicly embraced another woman?!
No, it wasn't just an embrace...
He was also holding her armpit braid and sniffing it like a madman?!
This was no ordinary attention; it was an obsession laced with possessiveness!
“Leng Yichen!!!” she screamed, her voice trembling with emotion, her eyes reddening from overwhelming anger and humiliation.
As she lost control and charged forward, a middle-aged male secretary quickly stepped in to block her path, urgently whispering, “Miss, please calm down! This is a summit; your actions will affect your image!”
“Image?!” Su Luobing’s eyes were bloodshot, nearly grinding her teeth in rage. “How can I calm down?! He hasn’t even touched me, yet he’s holding… holding that disgusting freak?!”
Her heart raced as if it would leap out of her chest, her mind consumed by the unbearable truth—
Leng Yichen had never embraced her.
He had never shown her even the slightest tenderness.
Let alone sniffing her hair or skin intimately, or looking at her with such fervent and obsessive eyes…
Yet now, he was showing such interest in a creature covered in Armpit Hair?!
This was humiliation! This was betrayal! This was unforgivable!
Su Luobing felt a rush of blood to her head, darkness clouding her vision, her legs giving way as she nearly collapsed to the ground!
“Miss!” The secretary exclaimed, quickly reaching out to support her, ensuring she leaned against him to prevent her from fainting on the spot.
The scene fell into a bizarre contrast—
Su Luobing slumped in the secretary's arms, emotionally shattered and wishing she could tear Ye Mo Li apart, while Leng Yichen remained completely oblivious to her presence, still intently examining the Armpit Braid in his hands.
He lowered his head to gaze at the peculiar Hair, and after a few seconds of contemplation, suddenly turned his head, his sharp eyes landing on Shen Dudu beside him.
"This Armpit Hair care product, how was it formulated?"
Shen Dudu: "…???"
The entire room: "…???"
At that moment, everyone was so shocked they were left speechless, with some even questioning if their ears were malfunctioning—
Manager Leng… seriously asked about the formula for the Armpit Hair care product?!
Leng Yichen waited for a second without hearing an answer, his brows slightly furrowing as his tone instantly dropped to freezing point—
"Woman, understand your position and tell me the answer quickly!"
Shen Dudu shivered, cold sweat instantly trickling down her back.
She certainly knew who this man was—Leng Yichen, the domineering CEO of Ethan Lux, the ruler of the global hair care industry, a person who held all the power! If someone like him got angry, he could make a small brand vanish from the market in an instant, even turning her and Ye Mo Li's entrepreneurial dreams into mere bubbles.
How could she dare to be negligent?!
"Yes, yes, yes! I'll say it right away!" Shen Dudu immediately straightened her back, her mouth operating at supersonic speed: "The formula for this Armpit Hair care product has been developed over a long period! It mainly contains several key ingredients—rare herbal extracts from the Amazon Rainforest that provide powerful moisturizing effects to make the Hair smoother! Next is Moroccan Nut Oil, which enhances Hair resilience, making it less prone to tangling and breaking, ensuring that every strand of Armpit Hair can be in its best condition! And there's also Arctic Deep Sea Plankton Essence, which penetrates deep into the hair follicles to fundamentally improve the Hair growth environment…"
The more Shen Dudu spoke, the sharper Leng Yichen's gaze became, as if he were analyzing the potential of this product. He nodded quietly as if recording these key pieces of information, his expression focused as if this were not just an Armpit Hair product but a groundbreaking scientific breakthrough on a global scale.
However, at the same time—
Ye Mo Li's heart had already entered a state of extreme embarrassment.
She was still held in the domineering embrace of Leng Yichen, the warmth in her arms, the sensation of his breath, and the pressure from his solid chest made her feel utterly uncomfortable.
This was just too awkward!!!
"Uh, well..." She cautiously shifted her body, trying to stealthily pull away from Leng Yichen's hold.
However, as soon as she moved—
Leng Yichen's gaze suddenly intensified, his obsidian-like eyes locking onto her face with a depth that was both profound and oppressive.
It was as if he was silently telling her:
—Don't escape.
Ye Mo Li froze instantly, her mind spiraling into chaos:
What on earth is happening?!
Why does this globally renowned hair care fanatic seem mesmerized by her armpit hair right now?!
Is this really the cold-hearted, ruthless CEO Leng Yichen they all knew, who pursued extreme aesthetics?!
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