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

Shen Chonglu's offensive was extremely fierce, his leather shoes making a dull thud on the pure wool carpet.

His large hands gripped the back of Song Yunqi's head, pressing her body, which carried a faint, cool fragrance, firmly between the chair back and his broad chest.

"Shen Chonglu, be gentle..." Song Yunxi's voice was broken by the impact.

He raised his hand and gripped Shen Chonglu's suit vest tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force. His shoulder injury hadn't fully healed, and it throbbed with pain during the violent jolting. This pain, mixed with extreme stimulation, shot up his spine straight to his head.

Shen Chonglu acted as if he hadn't heard, and his actions remained barbaric.

He was extremely fascinated by Song Yunqi's reddened eyes at that moment.

Until the very last moment, Song Yunqi's body tensed up like a string and then suddenly relaxed, her limbs going limp. Only then did Shen Chonglu let out a wicked laugh, mercifully stop what he was doing, and begin to straighten Song Yunqi's disheveled clothes.

This absurdity continued until the end of the workday.

The next morning, the air in the secretary's office outside the president's office was quiet and oppressive.

Zhou Cheng held a stack of market research reports he had just taken out of the printer, his face tense. He neatly stacked the reports on the table, his gaze involuntarily falling on the desk opposite him.

The table was excessively clean.

Apart from a computer and a few pens lying around, there were no other office supplies in sight.

Meanwhile, Shen Chonglu, the owner of the desk, was leaning back in his ergonomic chair, his long legs crossed and propped up on the corner of the desk, leisurely scrolling through something on his phone.

Today he wore a navy blue suit with a subtle pattern, the top two buttons of his shirt collar slightly undone, subtly revealing his well-defined collarbone. On his wrist was a watch of unidentifiable brand, understated yet exuding elegance.

In Zhou Cheng's eyes, Shen Chonglu was simply an anomaly.

Zhou Cheng knew best how rigorous the company's assessment for this internship assistant recruitment was.

He joined the company after passing various screenings, written tests, and interviews. He cherishes the opportunity to work at Song's Group and is eager to stay.

But Shen Chonglu had absolutely no sense of being an intern at a large company.

I try to postpone work whenever possible. Apart from keeping my hair perfectly styled and dressing like a model ready to walk the runway, I spend almost all my time running to the CEO's office.

He would either deliver coffee or documents, and sometimes even after Lin Hang's assistant had already gone inside, Shen Chonglu would always find an excuse to loiter at the door.

Zhou Cheng felt very resentful.

He felt that Shen Chonglu was a typical workplace opportunist who relied on his good looks to scheme and climb the corporate ladder without relying on his professional skills.

"Assistant Shen."

As Shen Chonglu strolled out of the president's office for the nth time, Zhou Cheng finally couldn't help but stand up, walk to his desk, and hand him a form, his voice stiff:

"This is what Assistant Lin asked me to do this morning. We need to cross-reference the branch's sales data from last quarter. I've finished the first draft, so I'll leave the rest to you."

Shen Chonglu lifted his eyelids to glance at Zhou Cheng, hummed in response, and then lazily lowered them again.

In his view, Zhou Chengshi was too easy to understand.

This top student, a graduate of a prestigious university, always appeared polite and refined, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and his face seemed utterly boring.

Because he had never considered Zhou Cheng a real opponent, his attitude towards him was relatively friendly.

Because Shen Chonglu was very clear about Song Yunqi's aesthetic sense.

Song Yunqi is a complete visual creature; she likes things that are clean, beautiful, and fun to play with in bed.

Zhou Cheng is not particularly handsome, and his personality is too serious and straightforward. To put it nicely, he is principled; to put it bluntly, he is insensitive to romance.

Even if someone like that has excellent professional skills and hangs around Song Yunqi every day, Song Yunqi will never develop any interest in anything other than work.

Shen Chonglu was very confident in his charm, considering her to be just a harmless assistant.

"Put it here."

Shen Chonglu pulled his leg back, casually took the form, and smiled nonchalantly. "Thanks, Assistant Zhou. I'll treat you to lunch later. What would you like to eat?"

Seeing his unyielding attitude, Zhou Cheng felt a lump in his throat, unable to spit it out. He pushed up his glasses and said coldly:

"No need, I'll eat at the company cafeteria. Assistant Shen, you should hurry up and finish the spreadsheet. Assistant Lin needs it by 3 PM."

After saying that, Zhou Cheng turned around and stormed back to his workstation in his hard leather shoes. Shen Chonglu casually tossed the form onto the table and glanced down at his watch.

1:45.

I went twice but couldn't find her. I asked Lin Hang and he said she was discussing a collaboration. I guess Song Yunqi should have finished meeting with her client by now.

He stood up, straightened the hem of his suit jacket, and strode confidently toward the president's office.

As he passed by Zhou Cheng, the latter was engrossed in writing a report and didn't even glance at him.

Shen Chonglu raised an eyebrow and scoffed, but the moment he approached the office door, he instantly suppressed his casual smile and replaced it with a gentle and focused, polite smile.

He didn't even knock; he just turned the handle and went inside.

Inside the office, Lin Hang was standing in front of his desk reporting something to Song Yunxi. Hearing the door open, both of them looked up simultaneously.

Upon seeing Shen Chonglu walk in, Lin Hang's eye twitched involuntarily, and his expression instantly became somewhat strange.

As the only person in the entire company who knew about the relationship between the two, he was certainly not foolish enough to think that Shen Chonglu had come to talk to Song Yunqi about work. He could also see the clingy energy in the other person, who had just timed it perfectly and was eager to get close to his sugar daddy.

"Mr. Song, regarding your business trip to Haishi at the end of the month, I'll leave the decision of who will accompany you to that matter to you. I won't bother you any longer."

Lin Hang, of course, didn't want to be a third wheel, so he wisely made up an excuse to leave.

Song Yunqi could easily tell that he was making room for Shen Chonglu. She rubbed her temples helplessly and replied indifferently, "Okay, you can go ahead and get busy."

Lin Hang bowed slightly, turned around, and strode out.

As they passed each other, he glanced at Shen Chonglu out of the corner of his eye, then walked out expressionlessly, closing the door behind him with great finesse.

With a soft click as the door lock closed, only the two of them remained in the office once again.

Seeing that Lin Hang was getting along so well, Shen Chonglu nodded in satisfaction, and the docile and restrained demeanor he had been feigning outside the door vanished instantly.

He strode around the large desk in a few steps and walked directly to Song Yunqi's chair.

His tall frame slumped down, and Shen Chonglu knelt on one knee beside Song Yunqi's legs. He placed his large hands on Song Yunqi's knees with practiced ease, and his whole body seemed to soften as he tried to snuggle into Song Yunqi's arms.

"Brother Song..."

However, before his head could even touch Song Yunqi's warm chest, a pair of long, slender hands, slightly cool in temperature, firmly supported his forehead, forcefully pushing his massive body away a few inches.

Song Yunqi chuckled lightly, her voice carrying a hint of nonchalant detachment.

He leaned back in his chair, raised one leg, and casually crossed it over the other, his posture languid.

The dark, high-end suit trousers tightened with this movement, outlining the man's long and superior leg lines.

Her beautiful fox-like eyes were slightly narrowed, with a faint red tinge at the corners. In the dim afternoon office light, she exuded a noble and aloof charm, yet was also incredibly alluring.

"Stop messing around, I'm not in the mood today."

Song Yunxi pressed a finger against Shen Chonglu's forehead, looking down at him with a detached expression, and said indifferently, "I have a ton of work to do today, and I don't have time to waste with you."

Shen Chonglu, who was pushed aside, was not annoyed, but just pursed his lips in disappointment.

He took the opportunity to grab Song Yunqi's hand that was pressed against his forehead, enveloping it in his large palm and gently pinching the rounded fingertips.

"If you don't want to do it, then don't."

Shen Chonglu raised his head, his deep eyes staring intently at Song Yunxi, his tone deliberately clingy and wicked:

"Anyway, I'm here to whisper sweet nothings in your ear."

Upon hearing the phrase "pillow talk," Song Yunqi's narrow eyebrows twitched slightly.

He raised one eyebrow with interest, his gaze sweeping over Shen Chonglu's navy blue suit with its subtle patterns.

The handsome, unruly man, with his submissive demeanor and the way he was kneeling obsequiously at her feet, was a truly delightful visual treat.

Song Yunqi relaxed her body, letting him hold her hand, tilting her head slightly, her cold and beautiful appearance masking the leisurely mockery of a superior.

"Oh?"

Song Yunxi drawled out her words, her voice languid, as if she were teasing a large pet trying to please its owner.

"Alright, then Assistant Shen, tell me, whose pillow talk are you going to use? And whose side are you planning to make things difficult for?"