The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

The nurse gently used tweezers to pick up a cotton ball, dipped it in the medicine, and applied it to the purplish-red wound.

"The wound is a bit deep, so you need to apply the medicine carefully to prevent scarring. Avoid getting it wet in the near future to prevent infection."

"Okay, thank you."

The slightly cool medicinal liquid irritated the broken skin, causing obvious pain. Song Yunxi's long eyelashes trembled slightly, her hands hanging at her sides quietly clenched the bed sheet, and her chin unconsciously tensed up.

Shen Chonglu kept staring intently from the side.

Seeing the young man's brows furrow slightly in pain, his heart ached terribly. He raised his hand and placed his large palm on the uninjured skin of Song Yunqi's neck, gently stroking the back of his head as he softly coaxed him:

"It'll be over soon, it'll be over soon. If it hurts too much, just bite me, don't hold it in."

As he spoke, he placed the back of his hand near Song Yunxi's mouth.

The young man glanced at him sideways, ignoring the man's stupid remarks and actions, which seemed to have come from some melodramatic idol drama and were completely inexplicable. He coldly turned his head away half an inch, enduring the burning pain in his wound.

The nurse quickly changed the gauze and dressings, finished the finishing touches, and then put away the tray and left the ward.

The room returned to quiet.

"How's the company doing?"

Song Yunqi leaned against the headboard and asked Zhou Cheng in a low voice, because he had been away from the company for a while and she was worried about many things.

Zhou Cheng, who had been standing awkwardly to the side, immediately straightened his back upon hearing this, his eyes darting back and forth between Shen Chonglu and Song Yunqi, before clearing his throat and replying:

"President Song, don't worry. After you left, the company has been managed by a professional management team, and everything is proceeding smoothly without any problems."

"Your most important thing right now is to focus on recovering and don't worry about anything here."

Song Yunqi nodded, then asked Shen Chonglu, "Where is Lu Jinci's body?"

"Why bring him up? He just makes me unhappy. Just burn him down. You can't expect me to give him a proper burial."

Shen Chonglu whistled indifferently, completely unconcerned, but his eyes were fixed on Zhou Cheng opening the insulated box and ladling out a bowl of fragrant soup.

Seeing that he still wanted to feed Song Yunqi soup, he frowned and intercepted the soup bowl halfway through.

"Give it to me, give it to me, I'll do it."

As he spoke, Shen Chonglu scooped up a spoonful, carefully blew on it until it was lukewarm, and then personally fed it to Song Yunqi's lips.

Song Yunxi opened her mouth and drank it down naturally, not even sparing the man a glance. She was clearly used to this kind of service and even enjoyed it.

Zhou Cheng stared blankly at his empty hands, feeling a mix of emotions.

He and Shen Chonglu joined the company as intern assistants, and they fought tooth and nail for the only spot to be promoted to a permanent position.

At that time, he thought Shen Chonglu was a good-for-nothing who got in through connections, and that he would sneak into the president's office through the back door every day. Little did he know that Shen Chonglu was a genuine backdoor person.

Even if he's really a good-for-nothing, that's fine too; at least I'll still have a chance to get a permanent position.

The key thing is that the other party suddenly became incredibly motivated, had outstanding work ability, and was constantly challenging him, determined to push him out of his league.

At that moment, Zhou Cheng felt as if the sky had already darkened.

Handsome, popular, and a capable person with connections, he unexpectedly stumbled upon the affair between Shen Chonglu and President Song while on a business trip to Haishi. Who could resist that?

He's already started browsing job postings on BOSS*Pin, preparing to look for a new job.

However, I was not satisfied with any of the other companies, since Song's company was known for its good benefits.

With 16 months' salary, an annual bonus of no less than one quarter's basic salary, five social insurances and one housing fund plus commercial insurance for the whole family, as well as paid annual leave and subsidies for food, clothing, housing and transportation, etc., which worker wouldn't be tempted?

Fortunately, President Song is a wise and principled ruler, not a foolish one blinded by love. He clearly distinguishes between public and private matters and chose to promote him to the official position and entrust him with important responsibilities.

Waaah, long live President Song!

Zhou Cheng pulled himself out of his complicated thoughts. There was nothing for him to do here, and Song Yunqi had already woken up. His heart, which had been in his throat, settled back into his stomach, so he wisely chose to take his leave early.

"President Song, I'll head back to the company now. Shen is here—"

Before Zhou Cheng could finish speaking, Shen Chonglu, who was feeding him soup, suddenly raised an eyebrow and snorted, lightly interrupting him. His face was full of arrogant arrogance, deliberately looking for trouble and trying to get his attention. He lazily said:

"You disrespectful person, how dare you call me by my name? Call me Boss."

Zhou Cheng choked on his breath and almost choked on the spot.

His brain raced, considering whether he should actually call the boss. After thinking it over, he looked to Song Yunxi for help, trying to gauge her attitude before making a decision.

Song Yunqi nearly spat out her soup, and, unable to contain herself any longer, kicked Shen Chonglu in the side, cursing:

"ill."

"Aww!"

Shen Chonglu was caught off guard by a kick, and the soup bowl in his hand almost fell out of his hand. He staggered back several steps and nearly fell to the ground.

Song Yunxi didn't even spare a glance for the man who was rubbing his lower back and gasping for breath. She turned to look at Zhou Cheng, who was standing still, her clear, cold voice tinged with helplessness:

"He's just foul-mouthed, ignore him."

Seeing Shen Chonglu's discomfiture, Zhou Cheng's lips twitched involuntarily. He barely managed to suppress the smile that was about to spread across his face before quickly replying:

"Understood, Mr. Song."

That makes perfect sense. After all, they spent a lot of time together recently, seeing each other every day, and knew each other's character very well.

"Then I won't disturb your rest any longer. Please contact me anytime if anything happens."

After saying that, Zhou Cheng quickly left the ward and closed the door tightly behind him.

As soon as the door lock clicked shut, Shen Chonglu stopped yelling and making a fuss. He chuckled, thick-skinned and shameless, and moved back to the bedside. He put the soup bowl on the table and leaned half his body over.

His large hand easily covered Song Yunqi's lower abdomen, and his warm breath went straight into his neck.

"That was a really hard kick. Wasn't he afraid of kicking it off course and hurting little Shen?"

Song Yunqi casually grabbed a soft pillow from behind her and tossed it lightly onto Shen Chonglu, raising an eyebrow at the corner of her eye:

"So useless? It can't even withstand the slightest bit of trouble, then it's better to just give up on it."

"No!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Chonglu immediately became anxious and hurriedly stuffed the soft pillow he had caught back behind Song Yunqi's waist, retorting repeatedly:

"Yes, yes, yes, how can we not want it! Little Shen is very useful, he's very sturdy, no matter how much you kick him, he won't get hurt."

As he spoke, he leaned against the edge of the bed, his shoulder pressed against Song Yunqi's knee, and his handsome face buried in the young man's neck.

"Besides, you definitely wouldn't want to part with it."

Song Yunqi liked this superior attitude, and her tolerance and indulgence towards Shen Chonglu unconsciously increased. She rarely smiled and said, "Stop being so glib."

"I'm starving right now, are you going to feed me the soup or not?"

"Yes, of course I'll call!"

Shen Chonglu's eyes lit up. He deftly picked up the soup bowl on the table, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it to cool it down, and respectfully offered it to Song Yunqi's lips, his eyes full of sweet affection.