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

Although he had a stern face, the sharpness in his eyes had faded slightly, leaving only a hint of helplessness that had been worn down by time.

Knowing when to stop, Shen Chonglu continued his banter, chewing on his toast as he mumbled, "By the way, could you please give my regards to my brother at the family dinner tomorrow?"

"We only met briefly at home last time, and I didn't have time to prepare any formalities, so I felt quite embarrassed."

Upon hearing the word "brother," Song Yunqi's brows, which had relaxed, furrowed again. He raised his foot under the table and lightly kicked Shen Chonglu's shin without any hesitation.

"What's it to you?"

Song Yunqi gave him a cold glance and put down her coffee cup: "Alright, stop being so cheeky."

"If you don't want to go to work in those dirty clothes from yesterday, either go home and change now, or just buy something at the mall you're passing by."

"I don't have your size here."

Shen Chonglu flinched from the kick, but his grin widened, and he winked at Song Yunqi suggestively: "President Song, you could consider preparing a few outfits for me at home. I'll be coming here often anyway, I can't be caught off guard every time, can I?"

This was originally just a casual remark he made.

Song Yunqi paused slightly upon hearing this, lifted her eyelids, and lingered for two seconds on Shen Chonglu's broad shoulders and muscular chest, beginning to consider the feasibility of keeping his clothes at home.

After a moment, he looked away and gave a faint reply: "Okay, I'll have Lin Hang take care of it later."

This time, it was Shen Chonglu's turn to be stunned.

He was chewing on toast when he heard this, and it was as if the pause button had been pressed. An uncontrollable surge of heat rushed from his chest to his neck, and finally, both his ears turned bright red.

I originally thought it would take a lot of effort to gradually gain Song Yunqi's trust.

I never expected that the other party would so easily allow me to infiltrate his life.

"Hold……"

Shen Chonglu cursed under his breath, his usually eloquent mouth now completely silent.

His face flushed red with embarrassment. He lowered his head and shoved the remaining food from the plate into his mouth in a flurry, mumbling indistinctly:

"Then...then I'll go back and change my clothes."

Having just taken a fragrant bath and styled his hair, he certainly didn't want to wear yesterday's dirty clothes again.

Shen Chonglu rummaged through Song Yunqi's wardrobe for a long time before finally managing to pick out a loose-fitting overcoat to put on. Although it was still a little tight around the shoulders, at least it covered his bare upper body.

Before leaving, he casually grabbed a bunch of car keys from a pile of them, and wearing short gray pajama bottoms and an oddly shaped coat, looking like a refugee who had just escaped from a bandit's den, he left the apartment.

The elevator goes directly to the underground parking garage on the first basement level, so there's no need to worry about being mistaken for a pervert while wandering around the neighborhood in this strange outfit.

"Just go straight to the company, you don't need to come back to pick me up. I don't want to go into the building with you, it'll look bad."

Song Yunxi left a sentence for his back view, and then went into the dressing room to change her clothes.

Because it was Friday, Song Yunqi was extremely busy as soon as she entered the company, and only had time to catch her breath during lunch break.

He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples. Suddenly remembering something, he opened his eyes, pressed the intercom, and called Shen Chonglu, who was arguing with Zhou Cheng, into his office.

Shen Chonglu was dressed in a well-fitting dark gray suit today, looking handsome and capable. He closed the office door behind him and was about to lean over to make a verbal move when Song Yunqi suddenly spoke up.

"Where's the bouquet of flowers Meng Zhaoyuan brought yesterday? I looked around the office this morning and didn't see it. Where did you put it?"

Shen Chonglu suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He glanced around nervously, then muttered somewhat defiantly, "I don't know, maybe the cleaning staff mistook it for trash. I just left it on the table."

Upon hearing his evasive and guilty tone, Song Yunxi knew that something was definitely wrong with the kid.

His narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward slightly, exuding a commanding presence, as he continued to press, "Really? Should I check yesterday's surveillance footage?"

Seeing that he couldn't hide it any longer, Shen Chonglu simply stopped pretending.

He took a large step forward in despair, placing his hands on the edge of Song Yunqi's desk, his tall frame lowering, his handsome face filled with displeasure and blatant jealousy:

"I'm just jealous. I don't like that guy surnamed Meng sending you flowers. They're just an eyesore. I threw them in the trash."

"If you're angry, then hit me. I didn't do anything wrong!"

After saying that, he stiffened his neck, looking like a rogue who said, "Kill me or torture me as you please, I'll do it again next time anyway."

Seeing his self-righteous jealousy, Song Yunxi couldn't help but smile.

He wasn't angry at all.

Meng Zhaoyuan's bouquet of roses, which represented testing and ambiguity, was a hot potato for him, and he didn't know how to handle it properly.

If I answer, it might give the other person unrealistic expectations; if I don't answer, it would be too embarrassing in front of everyone in the company lobby.

Now that Shen Chonglu, that little wolf, has secretly thrown it into the trash can, although it's not appropriate, it can be considered as helping him solve a problem, because Song Yunqi doesn't know what to do with that bouquet of flowers either.

"Alright, this is the last time."

Song Yunqi suppressed her smile and casually brushed the matter aside.

"Go out if you have nothing to do, finish up the work you have piled up, and don't bother Zhou Cheng. He's just trying to get to work and you keep harassing him. Don't you have any shame?"

Shen Chonglu had a good temper and wasn't annoyed by the scolding. Instead, he raised an eyebrow at him affectionately, spread his hands, and muttered indignantly, "I'm working diligently too, but you're biased and only scold me."

"Get out." Song Yunqi didn't even look up, her slender fingers holding a pen, and gently tapped it on the table.

"oh."

Shen Chonglu knew when to stop, and before leaving, he blew him a kiss from afar before backing out of the president's office.

As the tall figure disappeared behind the door, the office returned to silence.

Song Yunxi rubbed his slightly sore brow, looked out the window, and a faint smile played on his lips. He himself didn't realize that the frustration caused by the pile of work had been completely dispelled by this rascal's witty banter.

The sunlight outside the window gradually changed from dazzling white to warm orange-red, dappling the smooth marble floor.

Time passed by second by second, and soon it was almost time to leave work.

Just when everyone thought things would go smoothly as usual, Lin Hang knocked on the office door with a strange expression at 4:30 p.m.

"Mr. Song, the Lu family's car is parked downstairs."

He stood in front of the table, his voice low: "The person who came is Mr. Lu's driver. He said he's here to take you home."