Chapter 162

No classes in the morning, and another image theft incident occurred, so Shen Yan drove directly to Yancheng Clothing Factory in Yuhang District. Warm sunlight poured down, shining through the car window onto him, carrying a soft and tranquil feeling that made one feel physically and mentally at ease.

Entering the office, Shen Yan quickly finished handling routine documents, then began reviewing the recent supplier list. Not long after, a name—Zhang Qunying—caught his eye, the owner of a clothing store.

Recently, the frequency of the factory picking up clothes has been noticeably higher than before, with dozens of pieces each time.

The target is very clear.

Shen Yan immediately summoned production supervisor Han Yi and instructed: "From now on, whenever anyone comes to our factory to wholesale clothing, the wholesale price for down jackets will uniformly rise to 248 per piece, and thermal underwear to 50 per set."

Han Yi blinked slightly: "Boss, suddenly raising prices—those wholesalers probably won't be able to take it."

"Even after the price increase, our factory's clothing remains competitive. If they don't accept it, we'll just take on more production orders, so workers have work to do, and you'll need to manage inventory accordingly."

"Yes! Boss!"

Although unclear about the reason, Han Yi followed the boss's instructions without question, and this change wouldn't significantly affect the factory—it's merely the difference between producing our own clothing and manufacturing on behalf of others.

Finally, Shen Yan added: "From now on, whenever Zhang Qunying comes to the factory to pick up clothing, refuse him outright."

Han Yi understood instantly—Shen Yan's sudden decision must stem from Zhang Qunying, but he didn't ask further; obeying orders was enough.

Not long after the chill faded, Fang Tian walked in gracefully, wearing a green down jacket that fit her perfectly, paired with black thermal leggings that outlined her beautiful legs, and white dad shoes on her feet.

As soon as she entered, she locked the door with familiar ease. Seeing this, Shen Yan flashed a mischievous smile: "What, planning to scheme against the boss in broad daylight?"

Fang Tian's pretty face instantly flushed red, like a budding rose: "No way—it's not like that. You always make me lock the door each time, and I find running back and forth troublesome, so I just lock it upfront."

"Not bad—I like this awareness of yours."

Shen Yan wore a half-smile; Fang Tian tapped her foot slightly, feeling embarrassed as she twisted her body, then walked to his side and handed him the thermos, softly saying: "Boss, it's cold today—drink some hot tea to warm up."

This little girl truly takes care of people flawlessly.

Shen Yan pulled her to sit sideways on his thigh, unscrewed the lid, and slowly sipped the steaming tea. The warm liquid flowed down his throat, followed by a spreading warmth through his body, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort and ease.

Regarding the online store image theft incident, Fang Tian remained completely confused. She wrapped her arms around Shen Yan's neck and asked why they used their store's images, and even if someone placed an order, where would the clothes come from to ship.

"Actually, the principle is very simple!"

Shen Yan placed his large hand on her thermal leggings, kneading as he said: "Someone took goods from our factory and put them up for sale in their online store. But I have the original images of the clothing—just report them to Taobao, and those two items will soon be taken down."

Fang Tian suddenly understood: it was some nearby guy causing trouble—stealing images wasn't enough, he actually took goods from the factory, maliciously undercutting prices to undermine the factory's foundation.

"Despicable!"

Seeing the little girl pout with anger, Shen Yan couldn't help but smile, then lowered his head and gently kissed her full lips.

Sweet and delicious!

"Mmm!" Fang Tian hadn't been this close to Shen Yan in a while; as soon as he kissed her, she felt her body go limp, her heart burning with heat.

She opened her mouth and extended her little tongue, enthusiastically responding: "Boss, want to go to the bed?"

"What, can't hold back after just a couple kisses?" Shen Yan gazed at her wickedly.

Fang Tian blushed at his words, but indeed missed Shen Yan deeply—she dared not say it outright, so she could only wait for him to come and enjoy the tenderness.

For such matters, Shen Yan naturally enjoyed it—he directly scooped Fang Tian up by the waist and walked toward the side room of the office.

Surprisingly, the side room had complete bedding, accompanied by a warm and pleasant scent.

It should be that the little girl had just tidied it up.

Shen Yan couldn't help but smile even more wickedly as he pressed himself onto her soft, boneless frame, saying: "You're quite well-prepared."

Fang Tian blushed speechless, only able to wrap her arms around Shen Yan's neck and lightly kiss his warm lips. After a rustling sound, Shen Yan discovered that beneath her thermal leggings, she was actually wearing a pair of black silk pantyhose.

A pair of beautiful legs, long and well-proportioned, slightly fleshy but in no way detracting from their beauty.

"Won't you be hot dressed like that?" Shen Yan asked curiously.

"Also fine—mainly because the boss likes it."

Hearing that, Shen Yan couldn't help but grin wider—he said nothing, then lunged forward like a starving tiger pouncing on prey.

He trailed kisses down Fang Tian's fair neck, leaving faint marks. Her skin was fair, and in the dim light, it appeared even more dazzlingly white, as if freshly washed in milk.

"Boss... don't... tear it, or I won't be able to wear it again."

"Boss has plenty of money—I'll buy you new ones next time."

Broad daylight, the entire factory bustled orderly, noisy machine sounds echoing through the workshop, while the office was a scene of passion—Shen Yan pressed atop Fang Tian, occasionally hearing the sound of silk tearing, along with her suppressed voice.

A fierce battle lasted two hours; during it, Fang Tian came once, found the office door tightly locked, no response inside, and assumed Shen Yan had already left the factory.

So he left with a puzzled expression, still muttering: "Where did he go? Why won't he answer the phone?"

"Huff... huff!"

After the clouds cleared and rain ceased, Fang Tian lay limp on the bed, her face dazed and nostalgic as she stared at the ceiling, her ragged breaths seeming to have drained all her strength.

Those legs wrapped in black silk pantyhose slightly bent, holes riddled throughout, inevitably sparking wild imaginations.

Shen Yan turned sideways, his palm gliding lightly over her delicate frame, chuckling: "I've fed my little wild cat full—now you better work hard from now on!"

Hearing "my little wild cat," Fang Tian felt a tingling sensation all over; she leaned into his embrace, murmuring: "Boss, Fang Tian will work for you all her life."

"Silly girl!" Shen Yan affectionately rubbed her little head.

"By the way, last time I said to let your brother retake a year—what's his take on it?"

"Xiao Tian said college expenses are too high; better to start earning money early."

Shen Yan didn't mind—since a grown young man has his own ideas, let him be; I'll just give him a little support later, enough to ensure this kid never lacks food or clothing.

After a brief rest, Shen Yan tidied his appearance, then toured the factory once more before driving to the Home Furnishing and Building Materials Market in Xihu District.