Fake dating my enemy, The playboy billionaire

’Oh yeah, baby! Slay that monster! Rip its head off and play football with it!’ I’m grinning like an absolute fool, mentally cheering Yiren on with the kind of commentary that would make my brother glare daggers at me if I dared to say it aloud. But I don’t care. Yiren is fucking killing it! 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Jianyu, my ruthless, intimidating brother, has his trademark death stare locked on her, narrowing his eyes to put her under pressure. Normally, that look turns grown executives into quivering puddles of nerves. But Yiren? She doesn’t even flinch. Not one ounce of nervousness. Instead, she’s radiating confidence, knowledge, and sheer determination, and I swear it’s one of the most hottest things I’ve ever seen.

Then comes the grilling—the ultimate test. Jianyu leans forward, his voice smooth but challenging. "You’re presenting a rather unconventional business model. Convince me why Feng Enterprises should take a chance on you."

Yiren’s eyes don’t waver. "My model focuses on innovation and collaboration. This network of creative collaborators will allow for an infusion of fresh ideas for every project. With flexibility comes creativity."

Jianyu’s eyebrow arches, "Flexible, yes, but isn’t that another word for unreliable? How will you ensure deadlines are met?"

"By having multiple specialists on call, I’m not limited to the availability of a set team," she explains. "If a designer or engineer is unable to deliver, I have an extensive pool of talent to pull from. This also ensures we get the best minds suited to each project’s unique needs. Quality and efficiency are my top priorities, and my structure guarantees both."

Jianyu leans back, arms crossed, a flicker of intrigue sparking in his eyes. But he’s not giving in easily. And I bet one of the reasons is me. "Interesting," he says, "But relying on freelancers can be risky. What if a key team member drops out midway? Who takes responsibility?"

"I do," she declares with conviction. "I take full responsibility. My team may be fluid, but I lead with a clear vision and have contingency plans in place. If a specialist drops out, I’ll personally step in or find a replacement within hours. I’ve done it before in my previous job, and I can do it again."

There’s no mistaking the flicker of respect in Jianyu’s gaze. "You’ve thought this through. Impressive. I like it."

Hell yes! I’m internally fist-pumping. Seriously, nothing turns me on more than a woman who’s on her way to conquering the world with confidence and brains. She’s officially on board. Her talent and the backing from my company will take her business to next level.

And then, just as I’m savoring Yiren’s triumph, Meimei bursts into my office, a baby sling strapped to her front, looking ready to breathe fire. "WHERE. IS. HE?" Her voice is a thunderclap, and Jianyu visibly sweats, already halfway to her side, reaching for my nephew. "Hi, babe," he stammers. "What are you doing here?"

Meimei’s glare could kill. And right now my brother is on her target. "What am I doing here? You were supposed to be taking care of the baby while I catch some sleep! Instead, you’re out here bullying Yiren? It’s good, Jun message me."

I can’t resist poking the bear behind her back, nodding and mouthing, This is what you get, bro. Stay away from my girl.

Jianyu fumbles, looking like a guilty teenager caught sneaking out past curfew. "I-I just left for an hour, chipmunk. Sorry."

"Yiren, was he bullying you?" Meimei says, "If I hear you were anything less than fair, Mr. Feng, you’ll be sleeping on the couch until our kids start college."

Yikes.

This would be worse than a death sentence.

Jianyu’s libido will drive him crazy within two days.

Jianyu looks like he’s sweating bullets, clutching their baby to his chest as if the little one can shield him from Meimei’s wrath. "No bullying, I promise," he stammers.

"Just... a constructive discussion, right Yiren?"

"Absolutely No. Want me to get the camera footage?" I fire back.

"Oh you shut up!"

"Make me."

"Silent both of you. I’m asking Yiren."

Yiren glances between Jianyu and me, both of us silently pleading for our own version of answers. But then she smiles, that confident, radiant smile! Uffff! "It was an honor and a rare opportunity to present in front of such a great Business tycoon. He can be tough, but that only makes me stronger," she replies graciously. "Getting interviewed by him will be the highlight of my resume."

Meimei softens, looking at Yiren with admiration, and Jianyu sighs in relief. An admiration reflecting in his eyes as well.

"You were amazing. I’m proud of you," he says warmly. Well... that’s something. Killing two birds with one stone. She earned Jianyu’s respect and investment.

Atta girl!

Before I can fully bask in Yiren’s triumph, Meimei turns to me with a glint of mischief. "Jun, by the way, the pumpkin race is happening at your place this year."

I nearly choke. "What? Why mine? We always do it at your farmhouse!"

"Not this time," Meimei declares, and there’s no room for negotiation.

"But—" I start to argue, but Meimei’s raised eyebrow shuts me up. "What’s wrong? Are we not invited to your home? Besides, Yiren will be there to help, right?"

I’m cornered. "I-I..."

I’m out of excuses, but dread pools in my stomach. Hosting the pumpkin race means dealing with our family and friends, and that includes Hong and Zeng. Not to forget I hate letting strangers into my personal space. Yiren is the only person I break that rule for.

My home, my sanctuary, is about to become ground zero for all the drama.

Jianyu squeezes my shoulder, "You got this baby brother."

"Are you behind this?"

"Maybe."

"I hate you."

"The feelings are mutual, Jun. Mutual." Ahhhh why is he so insufferable? "Yiren, will you help him prepare?"

"Hey, don’t drag her into this!"

"Isn’t she your girlfriend?"

"O-of course she is! W-why are you even questioning that?" Desperate to sell the act, I stride over to Yiren, wrap my arm around her, and press a quick kiss to her temple. "See? My girlfriend," I add, perhaps a little too convincingly.

Jianyu and Meimei exchange looks, eyebrows high in the air as if they can see right through me.

Yiren, bless her sharp instincts, turns to me and retaliates by driving the heel of her six-inch stiletto right into my foot. I barely stop myself from yelping in pain. Yep. I’m definitely screwed. But she surprises me by spinning around and pressing a playful kiss to my lips, winking at me as she pulls back.

"Of course I’ll help you, babe. Anything for you."

My heart = wooohoooo let’s start acting wild and torment our owner more.

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