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

The news spread like wildfire, from the first floor to the front desk, to the administration department, and to every other floor.

The group chat was filled with notification sounds, a cacophony of detailed and seemingly unbelievable announcements, almost as if they were printing "Big news is coming to our company" on a banner and hanging it in the group.

Song Yunxi, the person involved, was completely unaware of all of this.

It's 5 o'clock sharp, and there are still 20 minutes until it's time to leave work.

In the secretary's office, Zhou Cheng was still finishing up the final document filing, while Shen Chonglu across from him had already turned off his computer and was leaning back in his chair, listlessly scrolling through his phone with one hand.

He casually opened the company's gossip group, forgetting which colleague had invited him. He was just scrolling through it casually when his finger suddenly stopped.

The group chat has exploded with messages like "I'm shipping them" and "They're a perfect match."

Shen Chonglu stared at the message on the screen that read, "Young Master Meng is downstairs with flowers to greet President Song after get off work." His previously nonchalant smile instantly turned dark.

His gaze suddenly sharpened as he stared at his phone screen, his lips pressed tightly into a straight line.

An indescribable surge of anger welled up in his chest.

He had just repeatedly bullied Song Yunqi in his arms yesterday, and now some clueless wild man was actually trying to curry favor with him?!

Shen Chonglu suddenly stood up, pulling out a chair with a dull, jarring sound that startled Zhou Cheng.

"Where are you going? It's not time to get off work yet." Zhou Cheng pushed up his glasses, frowned, and called out.

Shen Chonglu ignored him completely, taking long strides and exuding a menacing aura as he strode towards the elevator.

He wanted to see which audacious fellow dared to covet his man, Shen Chonglu.

The elevator descended quickly and came to a stop in the lobby on the first floor with a ding.

Shen Chonglu walked out with a sullen face, his sharp gaze sweeping across the spacious hall before precisely locking onto the figure sitting on the sofa.

He was the one I disliked the most.

Shen Chonglu also knew this person, named Meng Zhaoyuan, who was Song Yunqi's high school classmate and friend. He was a flirtatious man with a rich romantic history.

At that moment, Meng Zhaoyuan was pondering what message to send to Song Yunxi when suddenly everything went dark. A very imposing figure loomed over him, blocking out most of the light coming in from outside.

Meng Zhaoyuan looked up in confusion and saw a handsome young man standing in front of him.

The other person had strikingly handsome features, and at that moment, his deep eyes were filled with coldness, his jawline was taut, and his expression looked quite unpleasant.

He was momentarily stunned.

Having been by Song Yunqi's side for so many years, he had met most of the high-ranking members of the Lu family and the Song family, but the face in front of him was very unfamiliar.

"Excuse me... who are you?"

Meng Zhaoyuan put away his phone and hesitantly asked a question.

Shen Chonglu looked down at the other person, his gaze falling on the bouquet of flowers that had been carefully placed beside his knee.

Ecuadorian Rose of the Scepter.

The flower heads are large and full, with deep red petals layered like velvet. The stems are slender, each one neatly trimmed, and the black and gold ribbons make the red almost dazzling.

Shen Chonglu glared at the bouquet of flowers, finding it utterly offensive. But when facing Meng Zhaoyuan, he flashed a bright smile.

He took a step forward, bowed slightly, and said in a seemingly polite manner, "I am Mr. Song's intern assistant."

"I just heard from my colleagues in the administration department that there are important guests in the lobby, so I came down to see if there's anything I can do to help you."

As he spoke, Shen Chonglu's gaze returned to the bouquet of roses, his tongue lightly touching between his teeth, and he said with a half-smile, "Ecuadorian Scepter Roses."

Meng Zhaoyuan was slightly taken aback, then looked at him with a hint of surprise:

"Do you know him?"

This type of rose is rarely used in China. Unless people have specifically researched it, they would just think of it as a common rose with a longer stem.

"I know a little about it."

Shen Chonglu twitched the corner of his mouth, his tone nonchalant, but his lowered hand slowly clenched at the seam of his trousers.

"These flowers aren't cheap, and they're hard to order. This bouquet looks like it has 99 flowers, so it must cost at least five figures. Although they're not expensive, they really show your thoughtfulness."

He spoke in a calm tone, as if stating an insignificant fact, but deep within his eyes churned a dark undercurrent that he could not suppress.

Meng Zhaoyuan, however, was completely oblivious to anything amiss. He smiled and pulled the bouquet closer to his chest, saying frankly:

"Indeed, because I wanted the best blooms, I selected and ordered branches from overseas several days in advance and had them expedited by air. Although the process was a bit troublesome, it was well worth it. The meaning and temperament of this kind of rose are very suitable for Yunqi."

Meng Zhaoyuan always held great goodwill and good manners towards the people around Song Yunqi, so he couldn't help but say a few more words.

Shen Chonglu clenched his molars instantly.

He gave a forced smile, shifted to a more casual posture, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and began blatantly spying on the enemy.

"Noble, unique, and 'I only love you'."

Shen Chonglu raised an eyebrow, his tone unreadable: "Excuse me for asking, what is your relationship with our CEO Song? If you're friends... wouldn't sending flowers be a bit...?"

Meng Zhaoyuan found this young man very interesting. His speech and demeanor were unlike those of an ordinary employee, especially his eyes, which concealed ambition. He really didn't know how the young man was willing to stay at Song's as an intern assistant.

He smiled gently, but what he said almost made Shen Chonglu explode on the spot: "We've been friends for many years, but now we seem to be developing into lovers."

"To develop into a romantic relationship?"

As Shen Chonglu chewed on those words, he felt as if he could almost taste blood in his mouth.

They're here to steal his girlfriend.

A vein throbbed faintly on his forehead, but he forced a polite smile, his voice several octaves lower: "So, does that mean it's mutual affection?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Zhaoyuan shook his head with a completely calm expression.

"No, Yunqi is a slow starter; she may need a little more time."

He gently stroked the rose petals, his eyes filled with a determined tenderness: "I think this kind of rose suits him very well."

"Unassuming, yet the inherent nobility and aloofness cannot be concealed. Look at this deep red; it's not the kind of frivolous glamour, but rather possesses an unparalleled texture."

Do you think it's necessary?

That's my wife! And she actually dared to fantasize about her right in front of me?!