Fake dating my enemy, The playboy billionaire

YIFAN’S POV

Feng Junjie, the so-called CEO, thinks he’s unbeatable—just because he has the backing of his brothers, the so-called "family." But what he doesn’t understand is that backing can only take you so far. It can give you power, but it can’t win you everything. For that, you need more. You need talent, cunning, and the ability to strike when your opponent least expects it.

If Junjie thinks he’s won this round by capturing Chris, he has no idea how well I prepared for that. That move? Predictable. But I’m two steps ahead.

A screech of a wheelchair broke my thoughts, pulling me back into the present. My housekeeper wheeled my elder sister, Qian, into the room. I kneel before her, my hands tenderly gripping her frail wrist. I raise it carefully so she can put tie around my neck, a simple task that feels like a ritual.

"I like the color," I said softly, admiring the shade as it glinted in the light. "It speaks of you, Sista."

I kissed her forehead, though there was no response from her. There will never be. She’s paralysed neck down, her lower limbs are amputed from knees. Her eyes were clouded, but when they caught sight of the picture on the table, they flickered with something... recognition? No, it was something darker.

Yiren.

I stroked my thumb along her hollow cheek, "She’ll pay for everything," I whispered, "I’ll make sure of that." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

My sister’s lips quivered, a thin stream of saliva trickling down her chin. I wiped it away with the bib around her neck, my gaze never leaving her as I did so. "K-K-Kiiiillll," she muttered, a half-formed plea or demand.

I leaned in closer, my voice hardening. "No," I said, "That would be a mercy for her. I want her to feel everything you have been through. Every moment of suffering."

Her eyes blinked slowly, her empty gaze seeming to agree with me, to understand what I had in mind. She always did. She had been my closest ally in this twisted game, triggering all the events.

I stood, adjusting my tie with a calculated grace. The housekeeper wheeled her back to her room.

My phone rang.

"Boss, everything is prepared according to your instructions," the voice on the other end said, crisp and obedient.

"Good," I replied, my voice cold, composed. "Make sure she’s inside when you execute it. But don’t let her die. I want her to suffer."

"Understood."

I hung up, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of my lips. The pieces are in place for today’s game.... And I’ll see how they will escape from it.

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THE MEETING

I look up to find Junjie staring at me in an angry frown. Chris must have blurted everything after breaking under the pressure of whatever these cunning brothers must have done to him.

He hasn’t been seen around since the restaurant opening ceremony. Probably dead for good.

"What happened, Mr. Feng? Is there something interesting on my face that you can’t remove your gaze?"

"Oh I’m just waiting for something interesting to happen on that face of yours that you called this meeting—still waiting." He smirk.

"I’ll surely be sharing those details in a minute," I lean forward slightly, "But before that, how about you tell me how things are working out with Mr. Daryl’s company? Any progress? When are you buying it?"

A collective gasp echoes across the table as the directors look at each other, exchanging confused glances. The tension is thick, and I can practically feel their unease.

"Are we talking about Daryl Hawthorn’s company?" one of the directors asks, his voice cracking slightly.

I nod slowly, enjoying the growing discomfort in the room. "Yes. Mr Feng is trying to get it," I pass the papers one of my ally in Daryll’s company gave me, letting everyone know he indeed quoted for it thrice in the past. "And yet, we have no information about it?"

Another director pipes up, his voice filled with disbelief, "Why hasn’t this been brought forward in any of our meetings?"

The room erupts in questions, all directed at Junjie now.

"This is really something big. It needs our approval, yet we’ve been kept in the dark about it?" one of them demands.

I can see Jun’s jaw tighten. The subtle hints of panic in his eyes, the realization that he’s losing control of the situation.

"That’s because we are not—no such plans," Junjie says, his voice almost defensive. "This is going to be my personal investment."

I raise an eyebrow, leaning back with a smirk. "So you’re keeping your own priorities above the company’s interests?" I say, adding fuel to the fire. "Feng Enterprises has been trying to step into the automobile industry for years, yet instead of bringing this opportunity to the company, you’re thinking of filling your own pockets. Tsk, tsk, tsk... this is not how a CEO should be."

I can see a few of the directors nodding in agreement with me. The seeds of doubt are being planted in their minds, and it’s exactly what I want.

"I agree with Mr. Yang," another director adds, his voice cautious but firm. "Personal investment? But you’ll be using company funds anyway, so how is this fair to the shareholders?"

Jun’s temper flares. He stands, his posture rigid with defiance. "It’s funny that you’re pointing fingers at me when every single one of you in this room has personal investments. Did you ask me before doing that?" he snaps, his voice tinged with frustration. "Not to ignore the fact that many of you still question my leadership. Rest assured, this is going to be my personal investment, so I’ll obviously be using my own money and will raise some from outside. Thank you very much."

The chaos in the room had reached its peak. Junjie’s frustration was palpable, and I could feel the weight of it pushing him further into a corner. He didn’t see it coming. This needs brain and planning.

That’s when the door opened, and the person I had been waiting for entered.

Chris’s lawyer.

In his hands, he held the documents I’d been anticipating.

"Mr. Feng," I begin, "Keeping your personal motives aside, as a responsible employee of Feng Enterprises, I’m happy to announce that after a few negotiations with Xtreme Automobiles, I have reached a deal worth $10 billion for Feng Enterprises."

The words swirled in the air, the impact undeniable. I felt every pair of eyes in the room turn toward me. This was the moment. The room, which had been simmering with tension, suddenly became quieter, as if everyone was holding their breath.

I smiled inwardly, savoring the effect the announcement had on them. "I’m also in talks with Mr. Daryll," I continued, watching Jun’s face closely, enjoying the visible discomfort, "I’ve also sent him MY PATENTED designs of the car which I made myself in my garage after struggling with it for eight years. He really liked the designs. He’ll be in the city at the Imperial Grand Prix, where my new F1 team is launching, and will see the car competing."

Jun’s face tighten even more. He didn’t say a word, his eyes narrowing, but that silence told me everything. His dreams are crushed.

I passed another file across the table, this one containing the ’patent’ for my car design—the one Jun painstakingly made, but lost it to me. Now the patent is under my name.

Everyone checked the documents, the anticipation of getting such a big project and the potential worth I’m bringing to the table..... Jun should resign already. But he won’t. I know. No problem, these shareholders will demand for a voting once they’ll know I’m a better choice.

"I’m sorry to crush your dreams of making a personal investment, Mr. Feng. But I’m bringing this to the company for everyone’s benefit."

Jun didn’t touch the file I gave him, "You are free to do that. But I refuse to associate this project with the Feng Enterprises and refuse the $10 billion you are seeking to buy Xtreme automobiles."

"But—" One of the directors tried to say but Junjie raised his palm.

"Anyone who wants to invest in this project is free to do so. But keep it outside the company. Don’t taint the Feng Enterprises name." Junjie said firmly, leaving no room for argument or further discussion.

Dammit.

"We want to vote over this." A young director said.

Jun shrugged, "Sure... let’s do it."

Everyone settled on their seats. A digital voting system was initiated where everyone can vote anonymously through the system installed in front of them on the table.

This is a go-to method of voting in Feng Enterprises and has been in work since Jianyu was the CEO.

I have already spoken to the directors in private before, the majority is in my favor.

Xtreme Automobile was struggling to keep floating, and therefore I reached Chris’s father with $2 billion offer which he instantly agreed. But I added another $500 million if he’ll help me manipulate the accounts and show a fake raised value of $10 billion.

The results came...

And...

I’m confident.

The majority—

Wtf!

My head snapped at Jun, who winked.

He stood, and closed the buttons of his jacket, "I see many of you are interested in Yifan’s project. I have an idea, sell your Feng Enterprises shares and invest personally since the potential of it turning your money a hundred times is sky high."

"Careful what you say, Mr. Feng," The Young director who has replaced his father and has joined recently speaks again. He hates Junjie, so it didn’t take much effort to convince him. Apparently, he is jealous of Junjie. "If we sell those shares in an open market, the sudden burst of supply will bring the price down and erase the valuation."

" A smart investor focuses on the long-term vision, ignoring the short-term noise and small hiccups along the way." Junjie’s words came as he walks out, "--said by CEO Feng Junjie."

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