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

The sound of keyboards clicking crisply and clearly filled the office.

Shen Chonglu hunched his back slightly, his large hands rapidly typing on the keyboard, his expression unusually focused.

The cuffs of his navy blue suit rolled up slightly with his movement, revealing his muscular wrists. His unassuming watch occasionally gleamed with a cold light under the glow of the computer screen.

Shen Chonglu could naturally feel the other person's gaze, but he didn't care at all.

Zhou Cheng stared at him for a while. Although he was puzzled, he was happy to have some peace and quiet since the man was willing to work quietly. He lowered his head and continued to check the market report in his hand.

2:55.

The hands of the wall clock ticked slowly.

Shen Chonglu pressed the Enter key sharply, and his previously tense shoulders instantly relaxed.

He exhaled a breath of stale air, rubbed his slightly sore wrists, and then manipulated the mouse to package the meticulously prepared cross-reference table and send it to Lin Hang's work email.

The moment the email was successfully sent, the door to the assistant's office next door opened.

Lin Hang walked out with an empty coffee cup in his hand. He originally just intended to go to the tea room to refill his cup, but when his gaze passed by the cubicles, he subconsciously glanced in Shen Chonglu's direction.

"Assistant Lin, I have sent the data you requested before 3 PM to your email."

Shen Chonglu leaned back in his chair, his slender fingers waving lightly in the air. The seriousness he had shown while working faded from his eyes, and he returned to his usual nonchalant and carefree demeanor.

Lin Hang raised an eyebrow in surprise.

He took out his phone and glanced at his work account; there was indeed a new email that had just arrived. He had assumed that, given Shen Chonglu's spoiled nature, today's work would likely be delayed or that Zhou Cheng would have to finish it, but unexpectedly, the man had completed it precisely on time.

"Understood." Lin Hang concealed the strange look in his eyes, resumed his businesslike demeanor, and turned to look at Zhou Cheng beside him.

"Zhou Cheng, how's the departmental information I asked you about coming along?"

Zhou Cheng immediately stood up and replied respectfully, "I'm already basically familiar with it."

"Okay, you two were quite efficient today."

Lin Hang nodded slightly, pushed up his glasses with his knuckles, lingered on Shen Chonglu for half a second, and spoke calmly.

"Keep it up. The itinerary for the trip to Haishi at the end of the month will be released in the next couple of days. President Song will make the final selection of those going to Haishi based on your overall performance over the past few days."

"Alright, let's all be practical and stop having any crooked ideas."

After saying that, Lin Hang glanced meaningfully at Shen Chonglu, then picked up his cup and walked towards the tea room.

When Zhou Cheng heard the words "overall performance," he adjusted his glasses, turned his head, and happened to meet Shen Chonglu's gaze.

Shen Chonglu gave him a wicked smile, a smile brimming with a defiant confidence. He casually pulled out a black pen with a gold rim from the table and twirled it between his fingers.

Zhou Cheng snorted coldly and simply turned away, preferring to stay out of sight.

Inside the CEO's office.

Song Yunxi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, enjoying the view while holding a cup of coffee and savoring a rare moment of leisure.

"bite."

A soft sound came from the computer on the table.

He walked back to his desk and sat down. The message was an email from Lin Hang, which included the work reports submitted by the two intern assistants, Shen Chonglu and Zhou Cheng, as well as a list of accompanying personnel for the business trip to Shanghai at the end of the month.

The section for accompanying persons was left blank, clearly waiting for his decision.

Song Yunqi opened the document that Shen Chonglu had submitted. He expected to see a bunch of flawed and perfunctory work, but as he scrolled down, his eyes gradually darkened.

The table is very well made.

The data is clearly categorized and logically sound. Even in several branch office projects prone to errors, extremely sensitive risk markers are used in red. This level of insight and processing speed is something a mere plaything for bedroom amusement could never possess.

A double degree in business administration and finance from an Ivy League school is definitely not a sign of incompetence.

Song Yunqi leaned back in her chair, her slender fingertips tapping the marble tabletop with a crisp sound.

Shen Chonglu is capable, intelligent, and possesses the boundless energy and physical attributes characteristic of young men.

The obscene words and vulgar tactics he uttered in bed were like venomous snakes with their tongues out, constantly testing and tempting Song Yunqi's rationality.

Song Yunqi pondered for a moment, then hovered her mouse for a while before finally typing her name on the blank list of accompanying persons.

The cursor on the webpage was blinking. After confirming that it was saved and sent to Lin Hang, he didn't look at it again and closed the dialog box directly.

At 4:50 p.m., near the end of the workday, the usually quiet company lobby was suddenly stirred up by an unexpected visitor.

The revolving glass doors slowly turned, and Meng Zhaoyuan walked in, carrying an extremely eye-catching bouquet of roses. The bouquet was enormous, and the vibrant red roses were still glistening with fresh dew.

He had dressed up deliberately; his features were already exceptionally striking, and with that large, vibrant red, he was simply dazzling.

The receptionist looked up and her eyes lit up immediately.

Isn't this Young Master Meng?

Almost every employee who has worked at the company for a while knows Meng Zhaoyuan.

He would come to the company to see Song Yunxi every few days. Sometimes he would ask Song Yunxi to go out, and sometimes he would just deliver some interesting and novel gadgets on the way. He would also often give gifts to his colleagues during holidays.

In addition, his face is so unforgettable that anyone who sees it will remember it.

So the receptionist recognized him immediately and greeted him with a smile: "Young Master Meng, are you here to see President Song?"

Meng Zhaoyuan smiled and nodded.

The little girl's eyes darted around, then she glanced at the extravagant bouquet of red roses in his arms. She couldn't help but wonder, since Young Master Meng had never brought anything like this before when he came back.

She tentatively asked, "Should I call Assistant Lin to report this?"

"No."

Meng Zhaoyuan smiled and stopped her, "Anyway, it's almost time to get off work. I'll wait downstairs for a while and give Yunqi a surprise. You go about your business and don't worry about me."

The young woman nodded knowingly and went back to sit down at the front desk. But she had only been sitting for two seconds when her hand unconsciously opened WeChat and her fingertips started tapping rapidly on the screen.

It wasn't that she deliberately wanted to gossip.

There are just too many people in the company who secretly ship Song Yunxi and Meng Zhaoyuan as a couple.

Song Yunqi, a person as aloof and dignified as her, had hardly any close friends. The only one she could be considered close to was Meng Zhaoyuan.

The two handsome men stood together, one cold and aloof, the other flamboyant. Moreover, Meng Zhaoyuan's attitude towards President Song was rather subtle; they seemed like friends, but something felt off.

Many people had already secretly calculated the equation for this couple in their minds, but anyone who knew Meng Zhaoyuan a little more felt that he was too reckless and frivolous and was probably not good enough for their CEO Song.

So in the past year or two, although no one said it, everyone had this question in their hearts: what exactly is the relationship between Young Master Meng and President Song?

Unexpectedly, this huge bouquet of red roses today has revealed the answer to everyone.

The young woman was spamming the company's gossip group chat with messages like, "Here he comes! Young Master Meng is here with flowers to pick up President Song from get off work!!"

"Place your bets now! Everyone, guess what stage they're at right now?"