'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!
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."
