The Beautiful CEO's Personal Mad Doctor

Chen Weizhong hadn’t stayed for the final auction at the party; he had left right after the dancing, so he didn’t recognize Cheng Yuan. Otherwise, he never would have said such a thing.

’A servant?’

Wang Shanshan instinctively turned to look at the taxi. Its rear window was down, and through the opening, she saw a familiar face.

’Isn’t that Cheng Yuan?’

’Is Cheng Yuan working in the Long Lake District?’

’I thought Cheng Yuan had latched onto some rich sugar mama, but to think he’s still doing this poorly?’

’It looks like he didn’t buy that lingerie set the other day after all. The woman must have bought it herself and just let him carry the bag to look impressive.’

The thought that she was about to become a homeowner in the Long Lake District, while Cheng Yuan was working there as a servant, made Wang Shanshan tremble with excitement!

”President Chen, that man in the taxi is an old classmate of mine. He even pursued me back in school. I always felt he’d never amount to anything, but I never imagined he’d end up working as a servant for a homeowner in the Long Lake District.”

’A classmate?’

’And he pursued Wang Shanshan?’

Chen Weizhong had been about to leave the taxi eating his dust, but after hearing what Wang Shanshan said, he immediately slowed down. He wanted the poor bastard in that taxi to get a good look—the goddess he’d pined for was about to be his!

Soon, the two cars arrived at the Long Lake District, one after the other.

The security guard on duty at the main gate of the Long Lake District was named Jia Ping. Jia Ping was new and wasn’t familiar with the residents, but he had experience working at other residential complexes.

He knew the drill: see a luxury car, let it pass. See a regular car, give it a stricter inspection.

For Chen Weizhong’s Bentley, Jia Ping didn’t even bother checking the license plate; he just raised the barrier arm and waved it through.

Chen Weizhong drove into the complex and parked by the side of the road.

Chen Weizhong and Wang Shanshan got out of the car, watching what would happen behind them with great interest.

Unsurprisingly, the taxi carrying Cheng Yuan was stopped by Jia Ping, who said with a cold expression, ”This is the Long Lake District, a high-end residential area. Taxis are not permitted to enter.”

The taxi driver glanced at Cheng Yuan apologetically. ”Sir, I’m so sorry, they won’t let me in. Would you mind getting out here?”

Cheng Yuan couldn’t help but frown. He leaned his head out the window. ”You must be new here. I’m a resident of the Long Lake District. Let the taxi in.”

Jia Ping scoffed. The cheapest large apartments in the Long Lake District started at five million. Why would a resident be taking a taxi?

”If you’re really a resident, then please show me your property deed.”

Cheng Yuan was furious. ’Who the hell carries their property deed around with them?’

”Driver, you can go.”

Not wanting to waste the driver’s time, Cheng Yuan decisively got out of the car and looked coldly at Jia Ping. ”Have your manager come see me.”

”Sorry, our manager is busy! If you want to enter the complex, you’ll have to have the resident call and confirm your identity.”

Cheng Yuan laughed in anger, pulling out his phone and staring coldly at Jia Ping. ”Are you sure you want me to make this call? Because if I do, you’re going to lose your job.”

Watching the spectacle from the side, Wang Shanshan and Chen Weizhong couldn’t help but roll their eyes. ’He’s just a servant, does he really need to brag so ridiculously?’

Chen Weizhong took a couple of steps forward and said with a smug smile, ”Hey, security guy. I can vouch for him. This young man works as a servant here in the Long Lake District. You can let him in.”

’Just a servant?’

Jia Ping curled his lip in disdain.

When facing Chen Weizhong, however, Jia Ping squeezed out a fawning expression. ”Well, since you’re vouching for him, boss, he can go in.”

Jia Ping hurriedly opened the pedestrian gate for Cheng Yuan.

Cheng Yuan shot a cool glance at Chen Weizhong, not even bothering to explain that he wasn’t a servant.

Seeing Cheng Yuan tacitly accept the ”servant” label, Wang Shanshan was thrilled. She smoothed her freshly styled hair, sauntered forward, and looked at Cheng Yuan with a patronizing smile.

”Cheng Yuan, which villa number are you a servant for? How much do they pay you? Why don’t you come work for us instead? I’ll pay you double.”