After swapping bodies, I became a domineering CEO in a melodramatic novel.

Chapter 112 It’s not that simple

Five minutes later, Yu Yuetong admired her work with satisfaction, casually folded the suit back into place, and sat back on the sofa with a sense of pride that "countless admirers are silently serving the cheesy domineering CEO."

Just as she was about to add another "accident," the door was suddenly pushed open! Before she could react, a tall figure rushed in.

“You really are an adulterous couple, Miss Yu, you’ve certainly got some tricks up your sleeve.”

Yu Yuetong froze, looking towards the doorway in the direction of the sound—Ji Momo?!

No, that tone clearly belongs to... Qin Reng?!

In a flash, Yu Yuetong's mind raced—could it be that the footsteps just now were deliberately arranged by Ji Momo? But this was too fast! Qin Reng had just gone to clear up the "misunderstanding," how could he skip even an opening act and come straight back?

Qin Reng's face was now ashen, his gaze fixed on Yu Yuetong with the chilling intensity of someone interrogating a criminal sentenced to life imprisonment. He glanced at the suit on the sofa, quickly frowning at the "artistic creations" on the cuffs and collar.

"This is... a 'signature'?" He enunciated each word with exceptional precision.

"Huh?" Yu Yuetong tried to laugh it off, but her gaze couldn't escape Qin Reng's expression of utter "rage". "Uh... sort of. Just reminding you not to mess around with potential romantic interests. After all, I'm using designer brands, and even memories of them will be valuable."

"Valuable?" Qin Reng sneered, his voice so deep it felt like it could peel off three layers of her skin. "You think you're being funny right now, huh?"

"No, no, no, I absolutely didn't mean that," Yu Yuetong waved her hand, pretending to laugh naturally. "I think it just means you're in demand!"

"Very good." Qin Reng's tone didn't sound like a compliment at all. "Yu Yuetong, you've successfully given me another reason to want to strangle you." He approached menacingly, and an oppressive feeling immediately enveloped him.

Yu Yuetong's nerves immediately tensed up—damn it, this bastard looks like he really wants to hit her! She retreated towards the wall, angry and aggrieved, still stubbornly saying, "Qin Reng! If you're so tough, don't be impulsive, let's reason things out first! If you keep acting so fierce, no one will be there to take the blame for you in the future!"

However, Qin Reng did not respond, but walked straight towards her, his imposing aura making her almost unable to breathe. Just when Yu Yuetong thought she was definitely going to be implicated in a "self-inflicted bloodbath," he suddenly stopped and murmured, "Not bad... since you're so good at taking the blame, then keep taking it."

The next second, he picked up his coat, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "If you can wash this coat... and get it clean, I can consider not pursuing today's matter."

Yu Yuetong: "..." What?! They're here to use her as a washing machine?

Under Qin Reng's intense gaze, Yu Yuetong felt immense pressure. She could feel his deep eyes like sharp blades, as if trying to see right through her. Feeling embarrassed, she desperately suppressed her shame and forced a relaxed demeanor.

“Listen, President Qin,” she raised her chin slightly, a slightly naive smile unexpectedly appearing on her lips, “I can’t let my future career be ruined by your coat. You’re not really going to let this coat wash my white shirt, are you? Although, to be honest, it’s not exactly white.”

"You actually dare to tease me?" Qin Reng's lips curled into a disdainful smile. He lowered his head and slowly examined her coat, then said in a serious tone, "Remember, if you don't clean it properly—"

So she interrupted him, laughing as she retorted, "If it's not clean, I'll go to Attorney Ash and see how much compensation I need. But before that, we need to calculate your injuries—to see if I can pass the buck to you."

"Troublesome?" Qin Reng emphasized each word. He put both hands in his pockets, seemingly deep in thought, his eyes flashing with an interest in her challenge.

“Yeah, it’s a hassle. Like now, you come back and find me ‘working’ and ‘creating art.’” Yu Yuetong said in a slightly provocative tone, pointing to her surroundings and easily brushing it off. “Don’t worry, if I ever let you be an artist at home, I’ll give you the best companionship and create a series in your name.”

"You think I'd just sit idly by?" Qin Reng's tone gradually deepened, drawing ever closer to Yu Yuetong. The atmosphere suddenly became tense and suffocating. He leaned forward, so close that she could almost feel his hot breath.

Anger and mischief clashed fiercely within her. Yu Yuetong gritted her teeth in frustration and quietly retreated, only to find a dark figure blocking her way. This figure was Qin Reng, his anger intensifying like the calm before a storm. He was elegant and aloof, yet somehow he had become so ruthless.

"I don't want anything to affect my people." His tone carried an unspoken threat, his gaze sharp and piercing, sending a chill down her spine. At that moment, the sense of distance vanished completely; facing him so close made her feel somewhat at a loss.

She feigned composure: "President Qin, don't get angry at me so easily. It just makes me think you have no class. Hmph, being petty is one thing, but at least have some manners, right?"

Qin Reng stared at her, his eyes as cold and unfathomable: "Manners," he repeated softly, his tone tinged with sarcasm. In that instant, Yu Yuetong seemed to catch a subtle expression on his face—a restrained gentleness, just like the ever-changing clouds in the undercurrents of the sky.

"Never mind, I'll adjust the color, you can wash it yourself."

She raised a carefree smile, turned her head to go back to the sofa, but she didn't expect that he had already reached out and grabbed her wrist, as tightly as if restraining a vengeful ghost, causing her to let out a soft gasp.

“It’s not that simple,” he said in a low voice. “If you want me to be in a good mood for you, you have to pay a price.”

Yu Yuetong slightly opened her eyes, her mind swirling with the unknown ahead. Now that they had become each other's "swapped bodies," this struggle was only just beginning.

Behind this struggle, however, lay even more untold secrets. As she pondered, Qin Reng's fingertips, as hot as a branding iron, swept across her secrets, the oppressive feeling subtly transforming into a strange attraction.

"What do you want?" She hadn't figured out how to respond, so she just asked casually.

He lowered his head slightly, a gentle smile revealing a playful undertone: "You have to admit first that today's tragedy is all related to you. Have you started yet?"

She paused for a moment, then her broad belly arched slightly, as if she was about to escape again.

However, as he took a step closer, the two misaligned individuals seemed to be separated by extreme tension in that silent moment.