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

In the afternoon, Song Yunqi had just finished a three-hour multinational video conference.

Back in his office, he felt a throbbing pain in his temples.

Over the years, he'd developed a habit of drinking a cup of coffee to perk himself up during his afternoon nap or when he felt tired. He rubbed his temples, leaned back wearily in his office chair, and closed his eyes slightly.

A few minutes later, a very faint "click" came from the office door, followed by the almost inaudible rustling of leather shoes on the thick carpet.

The rich aroma of latte filled the air.

"Here's your coffee, Mr. Song."

A male voice rang out.

It was deep, clean, and somewhat familiar, but I couldn't quite place where I'd heard it before.

Song Yunqi didn't even open her eyes, assuming she was just one of the interns Lin Hang had hired, and casually instructed, "Just put it there for now."

However, after placing the coffee cup on the marble table, the man stood still.

Most of the light that was projected onto Song Yunqi was blocked, leaving a tall shadow.

He waited for a moment but didn't hear any footsteps leaving.

Thinking the other person hadn't heard him clearly, he opened his eyes impatiently, his brows furrowing slightly, with the coldness and scrutiny characteristic of someone in a superior position.

"Is there anything else...?"

Before she could finish speaking, Song Yunxi stopped abruptly when she saw who was standing across the desk.

The man standing in front of him was dressed in a suit and tie.

The dark gray three-piece suit was stretched perfectly by his tall and imposing figure, highlighting his broad shoulders and narrow waist, and his tie was tied meticulously. His usually casual, tousled hair was now carefully styled, revealing a smooth forehead and sharp, aggressive eyebrows.

Shen Chonglu was still holding a tray in his hand, looking down at him with a roguish smile on his lips.

Song Yunqi's pupils suddenly contracted, and her body, which had been slouching due to relaxation, instantly sat up straight.

He glanced around his office to make sure he wasn't seeing things, then his gaze finally settled on Shen Chonglu's excessively handsome face.

What are you doing here?

Song Yunxi lowered her voice, her tone filled with shock: "Does the company no longer have a selection process for hires? How did Lin Hang let you in?"

"Assistant Lin did a very good job."

Shen Chonglu showed no panic at being caught red-handed. Instead, he casually tucked the tray under his arm, pulled out a gold-embossed graduation certificate and resume from somewhere, and presented them with both hands.

"President Song, I got in by passing the initial screening and written test."

Song Yunxi took the resume with a cold face and examined its contents.

He graduated from an Ivy League university abroad with a double degree in Business Administration and Finance. The photo above was probably taken a couple of years ago; he looks less aggressive than he actually is.

Song Yunxi glanced at him sideways, slammed the resume back onto the table, and sneered, "Since you're so capable and have such an impressive academic background, why did you end up selling yourself?"

Shen Chonglu leaned forward slightly, one hand resting on the edge of the desk. His breath inevitably brushed against Song Yunqi's cheek, carrying an extremely domineering and aggressive feel.

"After all, I used to be a rich young master who raced cars."

Shen Chonglu raised an eyebrow confidently, his voice extremely low, as if he were confiding in his sugar daddy.

"Although my family later fell on hard times, I never actually had to work. Meeting you, Mr. Song, was just a matter of relying on my looks to ask you to take care of me."

"but……"

He paused deliberately, his gaze subtly sweeping over Song Yunqi's collar, which was unbuttoned, and his tone became sultry:

"The meager salaries offered by those companies outside are nothing compared to a fraction of what President Song pays. Besides, President Song... wouldn't you like to try some office romance?"

Office passion.

Five words, carrying an extremely direct implication, instantly heightened the sexual tension within the confined space.

Song Yunxi's Adam's apple bobbed. He looked at the man in front of him, whose restrained, suited appearance contrasted sharply with his frantic demands on the bed.

This extreme sense of dislocation precisely triggered Song Yunqi's inherent flaws.

He looked up, kicked Shen Chonglu's long trouser leg with his leather shoe, and said coldly, "Assistant Shen, watch your manners. The door isn't locked."

"So that means locking the door is enough?" A glint of triumph flashed in Shen Chonglu's eyes.

That afternoon, the blinds in the president's office were completely shut, leaving no gaps.

Lin Hang instructed the other employees outside not to go in and disturb them, since he was the only person in the entire company who knew about the relationship between Shen Chonglu and Song Yunqi.

Inside the door, Song Yunqi was led by Shen Chonglu to the desk.

The tall man loosened his tie and pressed Song Yunqi down into the large office chair. The fabric of his suit trousers rustled slightly as they were pulled apart, and Shen Chonglu's movements were characteristically rough and wild.

"President Song, hiring me would be an absolute steal."

Amidst his disordered breathing, Shen Chonglu kissed him all the way down his neck, his voice indistinct yet passionate.

Song Yunqi tilted her head back, her fingers unconsciously gripping the leather armrests of the office chair, her nails leaving dents.

The occasional sound of employees moving around through the blinds sent shivers down his spine, a thrilling sense of impending discovery.