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

Shen Chonglu stared at Meng Zhaoyuan's fingertips that landed on the petals, his eyes so dark they seemed to be dripping with tears.

It felt like every move this person made was a provocation.

He suppressed the surging rage in his chest, slowly reached out, and subtly placed his hand on the bouquet.

"Young Master Meng is right."

Shen Chonglu lifted his eyelids, his smile deepening, but he subtly exerted force in his hand, trying to shove the flowers into his arms.

"However, President Song still has a lot of work to do and will probably have to work overtime tonight. How about I help you move the flowers upstairs? There are empty vases in the president's office, so President Song can see them anytime."

Meng Zhaoyuan noticed a pulling force coming from the bouquet.

He paused slightly, his wrist engaging in a subtle struggle with Shen Chonglu in mid-air.

The carefully cut wrapping paper made a sound, and Meng Zhaoyuan frowned slightly. He pulled his hand back halfway and, using the movement of adjusting his posture, steadily held the roses back in his arms.

"Thank you for your kindness, Assistant Shen, but there's no need to go to such trouble."

Meng Zhaoyuan politely declined, his tone remaining polite, but with an added air of unwavering insistence:

"When it comes to sending flowers, you have to deliver them in person to show your sincerity, don't you think?"

Shen Chonglu reached for nothing, only the lingering sensation of the ribbon on his palm. He withdrew his hand and put it in his pocket, secretly clenching it into a fist, his dissatisfaction becoming increasingly difficult to conceal.

The two stood in the center of the hall, silently pulling and confronting each other.

Just then, the president's private elevator, which was not far away, suddenly made a crisp dinging sound.

The metal door slid open slowly to both sides.

Song Yunxi strode out from inside, with Lin Hang trailing behind half a step behind, bowing his head to report on the schedule for the past two days.

In the lobby, the employees who were slowly preparing to clock out immediately turned their attention to the person in question, and the air seemed to fall silent at that moment.

"Yunxi".

When Meng Zhaoyuan saw that familiar figure, his eyes lit up immediately. He didn't even glance at Shen Chonglu beside him again, and quickly went to greet him while holding the flowers.

Upon hearing the sound, Song Yunxi abruptly stopped in her tracks.

He lifted his eyelids and saw Meng Zhaoyuan holding a large bouquet of red roses in his arms. Then he looked at Shen Chonglu behind him, whose face was full of sorrow. His brow twitched uncontrollably.

Lin Hang stood behind, his eyes and mouth twitching violently at the same time.

This seems like he needs to be appeased, but President Song won't indulge him. Hopefully, Shen Chonglu will be sensible and not cause trouble.

He silently turned his head away and took a few steps back, not wanting to get involved in this mess.

"Why are you here?"

Song Yunxi stood still, her voice so calm that it betrayed no emotion.

"I came to pick you up from get off work, and by the way..."

Under the watchful eyes of dozens of employees, Meng Zhaoyuan calmly handed the roses to Song Yunxi.

Because of the close proximity, the rich and slightly aggressive rose scent instantly filled the air.

"This is for you."

Looking at Song Yunqi's beautifully sculpted profile, Meng Zhaoyuan deliberately lowered his voice, his tone carrying an undisguised tenderness and ambiguity:

"This flower suits you very well, do you like it?"

The young women in the administration department and the front desk were so excited that they covered their mouths, their fingers leaving afterimages on their phone screens, frantically sharing this exciting scene in the group chat.

Regardless of the fact that it was already time to leave work, they usually slip away faster than anyone else, but now, they're pushing and shoving each other, unwilling to move an inch.

Song Yunqi lowered her eyes and looked at the red roses in front of her.

The petals were still glistening with dewdrops, their red color almost blinding. He didn't reach out to take them; his refusal was clear.

The atmosphere in the hall became somewhat awkward for a moment. Meng Zhaoyuan's hand holding the bouquet froze in mid-air for a moment, but fortunately, he was always good at finding a way to save face.

He chuckled helplessly and retreated a little.

"Yunqi, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"Please accept this bouquet. I won't presume to think that accepting it means you've accepted my confession."

"It's just a regular gift from a friend. I can't just stand here holding it like an idiot, everyone's watching."

Having said all that, Song Yunxi knew that if she continued this stalemate, the other party would lose face.

He turned his head and glanced at someone next to him who was practically grinding his back teeth to powder.

"Assistant Shen," Song Yunqi said calmly, her voice completely flat.

"President Song, what are your instructions?"

Shen Chonglu's expression changed almost instantly.

He quickly approached, and the moment he heard Song Yunqi call his name, his displeasure vanished instantly, replaced by a bright and happy smile.

"Put the flowers away," Song Yunxi instructed.

"Okay."

Shen Chonglu responded loudly and without hesitation. With a swift movement of his long arm, he easily snatched the heavy bouquet of roses from Meng Zhaoyuan's arms.

The force was so great that it almost deformed the wrapping paper.

Meng Zhaoyuan's arms felt empty. Although he was disappointed that he hadn't personally handed the flowers to Song Yunxi, he was already quite content. He quickly suppressed his emotions and forced a smile at Song Yunxi instead.

"Have you been too busy with work these past few days? I haven't been replying to your messages much."

"I finally managed to catch you today. How about we go play billiards tonight? It's that newly opened private club in the East District. Let's relax there."

Song Yunqi rubbed her temples weakly.

He didn't really want to go; he'd been working really hard these past few days and was exhausted. But the guy had come all the way to his company and waited downstairs for most of the day, so he couldn't very well refuse.

"Alright," Song Yunxi agreed.

"Mr. Song, what about me?"

Shen Chonglu, holding a large bouquet of flowers, stood to the side and became anxious when he heard that Song Yunqi was going to play billiards with another man.

He leaned slightly closer, his tall frame moving closer to Song Yunqi with a hint of grievance, his deep eyes fixed intently on his sugar daddy.

"I want to go with you."

Song Yunqi glanced at him helplessly.

His gaze held a hint of warning, but more so a sense of indulgent compromise. He was always tolerant of those around him, and would generally not refuse or reprimand them unless their bottom line was crossed.

This is one of the reasons why Meng Zhaoyuan dared to come to the company to stop Song Yunqi.

Although his confession was unsuccessful, the two remained friends. Song Yunqi didn't have many close friends, and Meng Zhaoyuan was one of them. Therefore, he cherished this friendship and would not deliberately distance himself or avoid suspicion because of any so-called love.

In the adult world, feelings are the cheapest and most useless thing.

It's not worth losing a friend over this.

"Then you're not allowed to cause trouble," Song Yunxi said coldly.

"Don't worry!"

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Shen Chonglu immediately beamed with joy, as happy as a large dog that had received a reward. Holding the large bouquet of red roses, he turned and walked towards the elevator.

"President Song, Young Master Meng, please wait for me for two minutes. I'll go and take care of the flowers and I'll be right back."

As the elevator doors closed again, Shen Chonglu's smile vanished instantly.

Holding the valuable Ecuadorian scepter roses, he strode quickly to a deserted corner at the end of the corridor.

There were several giant black trash cans there, used to hold large pieces of garbage.

Without even glancing at it, he raised his arm and expressionlessly shoved it into the deepest part of the trash can.

"Pah, what a piece of junk."

He patted the floral scent off his suit, snorted coldly, loosened his tie, turned around, and strode towards the dressing room.

Meanwhile, outside the company building.

Meng Zhaoyuan and Song Yunxi walked side by side toward the parking lot. Meng Zhaoyuan couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, and unable to contain his curiosity, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Yunqi, your new intern assistant... seems pretty unusual to me?"

"He doesn't look like someone who'd be content with a regular job. With such a strong presence and striking looks, why would he want to come to Song's as a lowly assistant earning a few thousand dollars a month as an intern?"

Song Yunqi put one hand into his trouser pocket. Hearing this, he turned his head to look at Meng Zhaoyuan, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"He's not here to be an assistant." His voice was languid, with the nonchalance typical of someone in a position of power.

"Just doing it for fun."

Meng Zhaoyuan sensed something was wrong, his brows furrowing slightly as he pressed on, "Just dabbling? What do you mean? Who exactly is he?"

Song Yunxi stopped and turned to look at Meng Zhaoyuan, a hint of amusement in her eyes:

"You don't recognize him? Isn't this the male escort you arranged for me?"

"I was very satisfied, so I signed a long-term contract. In my early twenties, I was at the age where I was very clingy and full of energy, so I followed him all the way to the company."

Upon hearing this, Meng Zhaoyuan's expression changed instantly.

His feet suddenly froze on the spot, and he looked as if he had been struck by lightning, his expression a mix of emotions.

Previously, in order to help Song Yunqi find some entertainment, Meng Zhaoyuan specially went to a private club he knew to select a group of men with top-notch looks and physiques.

But I have no recollection of anyone named Shen Chonglu.

His mind was in complete chaos, and he assumed that something had gone wrong when he was dealing with the club, and that he had accidentally let this guy in.

But seeing that Song Yunxi showed special favor to this male escort, even letting him act recklessly in the company, Meng Zhaoyuan gritted his teeth and swallowed back the suspicion that was about to come out.

Even if the process goes wrong, at least the result is correct.

Speaking now would seem tactless.

Meng Zhaoyuan secretly made a mental note of this matter, thinking that he must go to the club later to find out what kind of person this Shen Chonglu was.

At the same time, it suddenly dawned on him that no wonder Shen Chonglu's tone was so strange when he spoke to him in the lobby downstairs.

I thought I was being overly sensitive, but after analyzing it now, I can only say that I was indeed feeling uncomfortable at the time.

It turns out they were afraid of losing their jobs.

Although he personally orchestrated the entire affair.

He was the one who sent Shen Chonglu to Song Yunxi's bed, but at this moment, Meng Zhaoyuan's heart still felt like it was stuffed with a wad of wet cotton, feeling distant and extremely uncomfortable.

In particular, Song Yunxi was someone he had liked since childhood and had finally mustered the courage to confess his feelings to.

He personally acted as matchmaker, sending his beloved into the arms of another man—it's the biggest joke in the world.

Meng Zhaoyuan's impression of Shen Chonglu plummeted in an instant.

The thought that the mysterious male escort could not only stay openly by Song Yunqi's side, but also wantonly possess Song Yunqi's precious and beautiful body on every night when he couldn't see him made his hands hanging at his sides tremble slightly.

"What's wrong?" Song Yunxi noticed his unusual behavior and turned to ask.

"fine."

Meng Zhaoyuan forced a stiff smile, suppressing the bitterness and resentment in his heart: "You seem to care about him quite a bit."