Miss Si's feigned innocence went too far, and the aloof Mr. Bo was easily swayed.

Down jackets, scarves, gloves, and hoods were all placed on the desk.

Si Yuan was wearing only a thin white cotton dress.

Anyone who saw this scene would assume that Si Yuan was there to throw herself into someone's arms.

In fact, she came to throw herself into someone's arms, but in a way that was different from what people usually understood.

"Ninth Master... hurry, hurry, hurry..."

She jogged up to Bo Yusen and reached out to unbutton his vest.

They seemed quite anxious.

Bo Yusen grabbed her hand, frowning as he looked at her pale face. "What are you doing?"

Si Yuan opened her bright, clear eyes and looked at him intently. "I missed you so much, so much, so much, so much. I couldn't bear the pain of longing any longer, so I wanted to come and hug you."

She gently scratched Bo Yusen's hand with her index finger, and a tingling, itchy sensation instantly spread from the back of her hand throughout her body.

Bo Yusen took a deep breath.

"But I only have ten minutes. The driver is still waiting downstairs. I have to get home before ten o'clock."

It takes about 50 minutes to drive from Sijia to Huanyu Group without traffic jams.

A round trip takes one hundred minutes.

Si Yuan rushed as fast as she could, but could only squeeze out ten minutes.

"Ninth Master... there are only nine minutes and twenty seconds left..."

Si Yuan pursed her lower lip slightly as she spoke, her voice trailing off softly, and she gently shook Bo Yusen's arm.

Si Yuan was beautiful, and as she stared intently into his eyes, Bo Yusen's gaze darkened, and his Adam's apple bobbed. "Really, or just pretending?"

"It really is, really, more real than gold."

She tilted her head back, stood on tiptoe, and leaned closer to him. "Whether it's real or imagined, it's all just wishful thinking. I'm already here. You can't be so heartless as to not let me hug you once and just let me leave, can you?"

After saying that, he didn't forget to urge, "Ninth Master, there are only eight minutes and thirty seconds left."

Bo Yusen: "..."

At the negotiating table, the other party has also used urging tactics to create a sense of urgency for their own benefit.

Bo Yusen always manages to control the overall situation at the most critical moments, maximizing his own interests.

But when facing Si Yuan, all those random methods seemed to fail.

"Ninth Master~~~ Only eight minutes left~~~"

Bo Yusen released his grip, his voice husky with restraint, "Whatever."

Si Yuan chuckled triumphantly and politely said, "Thank you."

Bo Yusen: "..."

Si Yuan unbuttoned her vest and hugged Bo Yusen through his shirt.

Despite the slim chances, Si Yuan couldn't help but ask, "Could you unbutton my shirt?"

"Can't!"

Bo Yusen didn't know where Si Yuan got this habit of having to unbutton all her clothes before hugging her.

"Oh……"

Si Yuan behaved very obediently, refusing to do anything she was told not to.

So warm.

Bo Yusen felt warm and cozy, and it felt wonderful to press my face against his chest.

"Thump thump thump—"

The powerful heartbeat was so heavy it felt like it was about to shatter his chest.

"As expected of Ninth Master... even his heartbeat is stronger than others."

Bo Yusen looked down at the top of Si Yuan's head, his voice devoid of emotion, "Others? Miss Si has heard the heartbeats of many men?"

Si Yuan: "..."

My intention was just to flirt a little, but I didn't expect Bo Yusen to be so perceptive.

"No way... I don't hug anyone else like that except you."

"Oh--"

Bo Yusen, whether he believed it or not, let out a laugh that was hard to decipher.

Si Yuan's forehead was pressed against Bo Yusen's neck. Bo Yusen noticed something and frowned slightly. "Do you have a fever?"

"No……"

"Blue River—"

"President……"

Lan He came in very quickly, as if he had been squatting at the office door all along.

When it's just the two of them, Si Yuan can be shameless, but when there are outsiders present, her sense of shame kicks in.

She buried her head even deeper and muttered a complaint, "Why did you suddenly call Secretary Lan in?"

Lan He was stunned when he saw the scene in the office.

He had been with President Bo for so long, and this was the first time he had ever seen President Bo hug a woman like this.

He held Si Yuan tightly in his arms, his palms pressed against her lower back.

That was a posture that exuded possessiveness and control.

"Bring the first-aid kit."

Just in case, every department in the Huanyu Group has a medicine kit containing all kinds of medicines.

"No...no need, I'm fine now..."

Si Yuan's muffled voice came from Bo Yusen's chest, "I've already been to the hospital. Oh dear, you should let Secretary Lan out."

Si Yuan's ears turned red, and Bo Yusen gave Lan He a look.

Lan He gave an ambiguous smile and quickly left the office, leaving the two of them alone.

Si Yuan breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the door close.

Bo Yusen's low voice came from above, "Did you really go to the hospital?"

"He really went..."

Si Yuan held up the back of her hand in front of Bo Yusen, "Look, I'm still on an IV drip."

A bluish tinge appeared on the back of his hand, which was otherwise fair, and Bo Yusen's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"Why hasn't my fever gone down after the IV drip?"

"The fever has subsided; it's just a lingering fever now. A good night's sleep will do the trick."

Embers...

It's amazing that she came up with this idea.

"Ninth Master... we only have a few minutes, just hugging seems like a waste. How about we do something else?"

"Oh?"

Si Yuan looked up, her cool fingertips carefully brushing against his tight lips.

It felt rough to the touch, and she couldn't help but whisper a reproachful remark: "It's obvious you haven't been drinking enough water again."

Bo Yusen's dark eyes locked onto Si Yuan, and he grabbed her misbehaving hand. "Si Yuan—"

"I am here."

Si Yuan responded softly, gazing into his unfathomable black eyes.

The two looked at each other, neither looking away first, and ambiguity grew wildly in the silence.

As Bo Yusen's handsome face drew closer, Si Yuan closed her eyes.

Under the light, her eyelashes trembled slightly, carrying a mixture of panic and shyness that seemed to be genuine.

Bo Yusen scrutinized her, his deep gaze sliding from her eyes to the corner of her lips, an uncontrollable undercurrent surging in his eyes.

The unique, cool aura emanating from Bo Yusen drew ever closer, and the ambiguity in the air seemed to solidify into something tangible.

Si Yuan subconsciously pursed her lips. She had deliberately applied a lipstick to brighten her complexion when she came, making her lips look rosy and alluring.

Just when I thought Bo Yusen was about to kiss me—

He suddenly turned his head, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, his deep, magnetic voice carrying a hint of deliberate flirtation, "Ten minutes are up."

Si Yuan: "..."

Bo Yusen pushed her away without any mercy, and abruptly withdrew, embracing her body heat.

The sudden sense of loss left Si Yuan stunned for quite a while.

Ten minutes? It's gone by so quickly?

Bo Yusen leisurely buttoned his shirt, acting as if nothing had happened. He glanced at Si Yuan and said, "Aren't you leaving? Aren't you afraid that Madam Si won't let you in after curfew?"

Si Yuan felt that she had been tricked by Bo Yusen.

It wasn't that she was angry, but Bo Yusen's mood showed that her efforts over the past few days hadn't been in vain.

She smiled, rushed over and kissed Bo Yusen on the cheek. "Ninth Master, remember to think of me, and it would be best if you could dream of me."