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

Shen Chonglu's fingertips traced the back of Song Yunqi's cool hand upwards, gently squeezing his supple wrist through his sleeve, his voice tinged with a shameless chuckle:

"Who else could it be? It's Assistant Zhou sitting across from me, of course."

"President Song, you have no idea, Zhou Cheng is watching me outside every day, and his eyes are filled with such hatred that he wants to devour me alive."

"He just threw a thick stack of forms on my desk and forced me to hand them in by 3 p.m. He was really fierce. I think he's just jealous that I'm handsome."

This complaint was extremely shameless; anyone with eyes could tell he was just using it as an excuse to flirt with Zhou Cheng.

Song Yunxi had no intention of believing his nonsense, and the smile in her eyes deepened.

He didn't pull his hand back, but instead used his fingertips, which were wrapped in Shen Chonglu's palm, to soothingly scratch the man's hand, saying in a casual tone, "Zhou Cheng is doing serious business."

"The work assigned by Assistant Lin is not complicated; it's basically your job as interns."

"They finished most of the content in one morning, and you, you spent the whole morning playing on your phone, and you still have the nerve to come in and complain?"

"So, in your heart, he's better than me?"

Shen Chonglu gave a soft snort, then took the hand that was causing trouble in his palm and brought it to his lips, touching the knuckles with his warm lips.

His gaze lingered on Song Yunqi's slightly open collar, his voice growing increasingly sultry: "I call that a balance between work and rest."

"Besides, all I could think about this morning was you. I had no interest in dealing with those dry data. It's really disheartening that President Song is siding with outsiders instead of caring about me."

Song Yunqi was amused by his shameless appearance, raised her other hand, and flicked Shen Chonglu's handsome nose with her index finger:

Stop pretending to be innocent.

"If Zhou Cheng had even half your smooth talk, he wouldn't be bullied and oppressed by you."

The two chatted casually for a while behind the desk without any restraint, and the temperature in the room quietly rose as their eyes met without any gap.

Using the pulling force, Shen Chonglu leaned forward another half inch, his broad shoulders resting directly on Song Yunqi's crossed knees.

As if he suddenly remembered something, his eyes flickered, and his large hand, which had been kneading Song Yunqi's fingers, gradually moved and finally placed on Song Yunqi's thigh, stroking it suggestively through the thin fabric.

"However, I just heard that you are going to Haishi on a business trip at the end of the month."

Shen Chonglu's playful smile vanished, replaced by a burning, undisguised possessiveness in his eyes: "Assistant Lin is unavailable. Who are you planning to appoint as the assistant to accompany you to Haishi this time?"

Song Yunxi's gaze fell on the hand that was clasped on her thigh, and she raised her eyebrows slightly.

Because the fabric of the trousers was stretched taut, he could clearly feel the intense heat emanating from Shen Chonglu's palm. The heat seemed to penetrate the clothing and burn directly into his skin.

"It's not decided yet. We need to assess your abilities as intern assistants before making a decision."

Song Yunqi's voice was indifferent, and her businesslike tone was perfectly controlled.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's just place the order!"

Shen Chonglu spoke with righteous indignation, and with a slight force, he pinched Song Yunqi's slender thigh.

He had no interest in those tedious business negotiations and project contracts. The only purpose of going to great lengths to enter the company was to keep people under his watchful eye.

"You?" Song Yunqi glanced at him sideways.

"Assistant Shen doesn't seem like a capable person. Zhou Cheng has to urge her to even work on the sales data spreadsheet. She'd be more like a paid vacationer."

"I absolutely won't hold President Song back! Please take me with you!!"

Seeing that the other party wanted to refuse, Shen Chonglu simply took his shamelessness to the extreme.

He released Song Yunqi's hand, placing his two strong arms directly on Song Yunqi's knees. He half-lay on Song Yunqi's legs, tilting his head back and looking at him with an almost pious yet highly provocative gaze.

"Besides, Mr. Song... after work, in the evening, that's your time all to myself."

Shen Chonglu chuckled, his magnetic voice carrying a strong presence in the office.

He turned his head slightly, his warm, moist breath spraying onto Song Yunqi's taut trousers, his tone sticky:

"The high-end hotels in Haishi offer excellent privacy. After the daytime meetings are over, we can relax in our own private world without any outside interference."

At this point, Shen Chonglu deliberately paused, his tongue subtly touching his canine teeth, a wicked yet confident glint in his eyes:

"You know, my tongue is very flexible."

"I recently learned a new ventriloquism technique that can make your bones melt. Mr. Song works so hard every day, don't you want to give it a try?"

The implications in these words can no longer be described as straightforward.

Shen Chonglu's handsome and unrestrained face was so dazzling, yet at this moment he uttered the most vulgar and offensive words. This extreme contrast and the hormones so close at hand were like a sharp blade, precisely breaking through Song Yunqi's proud and rational defenses.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently as he stared intently at the man kneeling before him, feeling an uncontrollable surge of lust rising in his lower abdomen.

It must be admitted that Song Yunqi shamefully wavered when Shen Chonglu described those absurd scenes.

Haishi is a thousand miles away from Beijing. Without Lu Jinci's constraints, spending a few days in a completely unfamiliar city with a perfect and obedient young body like Shen Chonglu is indeed a very tempting suggestion.

But he was, after all, a superior who was used to controlling the overall situation. Even though his heart was burning with passion, his delicate face still maintained a noble and aloof facade.

Song Yunqi lightly kicked Shen Chonglu's shin with the tip of her black leather shoe. The force was light, but it carried a condescending warning:

"Assistant Shen, this is the president's office. Watch your words and actions."

Shen Chonglu felt the force on his leg, but instead of dodging, he moved his leg forward.

He noticed Song Yunqi's softened attitude and knew he had achieved half of his goal. A sly smile returned to his lips: "So, what does President Song mean...?"

"We'll see how you perform from here on out."

Song Yunxi looked away and leaned back in her chair.

"If I find that the half of the data spreadsheet you were responsible for is still a complete mess after 3 o'clock, not only will you be leaving Haishi, but you can go straight to HR to resign tomorrow."

"It's 2:05 now, keep it up."

Shen Chonglu was satisfied with this promise, which wasn't really a promise, but he also knew he couldn't push things too far. It was already quite good that Song Yunqi was willing to give him a friendly look.

He stood up as if greatly encouraged, smoothed the slightly wrinkled hem of his waistcoat, and pushed his tie knot up a little.

"Yes, ma'am. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

As he spoke, he didn't forget to bite Song Yunqi's lips before turning around and striding out of the president's office.

In the assistant's office, Zhou Cheng was buried in a pile of messy printed documents, his fingers flying across the keyboard, secretly complaining about Shen Chonglu's irresponsible attitude.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

Zhou Cheng subconsciously looked up.

He had originally thought that Shen Chonglu would be gone for at least an hour or two, and he was prepared to take over the mess left by this man. But to his surprise, the man returned in just a few minutes.

What Zhou Cheng found even stranger was that Shen Chonglu's usual nonchalant and disdainful demeanor had completely vanished, replaced by an inexplicable air of energetic excitement.

Shen Chonglu strode back to his workstation, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

For the first time ever, he picked up a pen, pulled the keyboard over with one hand, and actually began to seriously organize the document that Zhou Cheng had just handed him.

Zhou Cheng pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and looked at the man opposite him, who was behaving unusually, with a subtle and confused expression in his eyes.

How come this opportunist, who only thinks about taking shortcuts all day long, seems like a completely different person after going into the CEO's office?