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

As expected, Shen Chonglu took the opportunity to grasp Song Yunqi's somewhat cold hand and said in a low voice, "Now can you listen to my explanation, President Song?"

"I really didn't do anything to betray you."

"Those guys last night were actually friends I knew from when I was a race car driver."

"We happened to run into them last night. They dragged me over for a drink, and it was a purely bros-only party. There wasn't a single waiter. You can check the bar's security footage if you don't believe me."

Song Yunxi let him hold her hand, her phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, her tone indifferent: "Then why didn't you report to me?"

Shen Chonglu didn't know what to say again.

Song Yunxi was too lazy to argue with him about these details any further.

But he was certain that Shen Chonglu was innocent; the kid hadn't cheated on his wife or contracted any of those filthy diseases.

Looking at the tall man who only had eyes for her, Song Yunqi's heart softened for no reason.

Tomorrow night, he will have to attend his engagement party with Lu Jinci.

Once the marriage with Lu Jinci is settled, Shen Chonglu absolutely cannot stay by his side anymore. Otherwise, not only will Shen Chonglu die a horrible death, but he himself will also be dragged into an abyss of no return.

Thinking about it this way, I actually feel a little reluctant to part with it.

After all, this kid is really useful.

He's well-endowed, skilled, and has endless tricks up his sleeve. He's always obedient like a dog in bed, and most importantly, he has amazing stamina, keeping us up all night without stopping.

After I marry Lu Jinci, I'm afraid I'll never find such a satisfactory bed partner again.

Since it's destined to end, why not make the most of this last night and experience it to the fullest?

Thinking of this, Song Yunxi's eyes suddenly darkened. He reached out with his other hand, grabbed Shen Chonglu by the collar, and pulled him down sharply in the man's somewhat astonished gaze.

The young man's warm yet fierce lips collided firmly with Shen Chonglu's thin lips.

"Well……"

A huge surprise burst forth in Shen Chonglu's eyes.

He thought he had finally gotten through this ordeal and that Song Yunqi had forgiven him.

The ecstasy in his heart instantly transformed into a surging instinct. He took the initiative and used his two strong arms, as if cast in iron, to wrap around Song Yunqi's waist, lifting her up and pressing her hard against the large, soft bed in the bedroom.

The clothes and fabric were roughly stripped off during the struggle and thrown all over the ground.

The temperature in the bedroom rose steadily amidst deep, bass-heavy breathing.

Shen Chonglu had suffered a great injustice today. At this moment, he was on the bed, seemingly venting his anger, yet also seeking comfort. He gripped the young man's supple waist, repeatedly sending himself into the abyss.

Song Yunqi tilted her long neck back and dug her neatly trimmed nails into the broad, muscular back of Shen Chonglu, leaving a trail of red marks.

He endured the man's savagery, his broken moans muffled between their lips, sinking madly into a state of extreme pleasure and despair for the future.

This commotion lasted until 2 a.m.

The room was filled with an intense, ambiguous fragrance of photinia flowers.

With a satisfied sweat on his face, Shen Chonglu Jun clung tightly to Song Yunqi with both hands and feet, as if he had found the most precious treasure in the world. He rested his chin on the young man's shoulder and fell into a deep sleep.

However, the tender intimacy of the union of body and soul did not last long.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the heavy blackout curtains blocked out the glaring sunlight, leaving only a dim, sticky, and silent atmosphere in the bedroom.

Last night's reckless behavior and intense physical exertion caused Shen Chonglu to fall into a deep sleep. When he finally awoke from his hazy dream, he keenly realized that the body that had been nestled in his arms had somehow left.

Shen Chonglu suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head in a daze, and saw Song Yunqi getting dressed.

The young man's slender back was bare, with several purplish-blue marks resembling finger marks.

However, his exquisite profile, so close to mine, now held no trace of the madness and infatuation he had felt the night before; only a chilling indifference remained.

Song Yunqi casually grabbed the silk robe tossed on the bedside table, draped it over himself, and slowly and deliberately tied the sash. He turned his head, looking down at the man still lying in bed, his voice calm and even:

"Now that you're awake, pack your things. You should go."

Shen Chonglu propped himself up and sat up, still somewhat dazed from the afterglow of his indulgence: "Yunxi? You... what do you mean? Didn't we clearly already..."

He thought that the almost heart-to-heart talk and the frenzy to prove his innocence had put an end to all the misunderstandings.

"Last night was a farewell party."

Song Yunqi calmly lifted the covers and got out of bed, stepping onto the soft carpet to walk to the dressing mirror.

His attitude was actually quite mild, even polite, but this businesslike mildness was all the more unsettling.

He straightened the collar of his robe with his fingertips, and spoke calmly without turning his head:

"You're very smart and have good business skills. You can find another employer in the future."

"Of course, if you no longer wish to work in this industry, the penalty I pay you should be enough to support your lavish lifestyle for the next few years."

Shen Chonglu sat on the edge of the bed, his broad chest bare.

The morning sun, at nine o'clock, streamed through the gap in the curtains, casting a pale, bright line on the carpet. He watched the young man's retreating figure, devoid of any lingering attachment, and felt his blood rush to his head, his hands and feet turning icy cold.

He finally understood that last night's passionate encounter was not a reconciliation, but a final celebration.

Song Yunxi had already started washing up in the bathroom. Tonight was his engagement banquet with Lu Jinci in name only. No matter how disgusted he was by that father and son, he had to return to the Lu family manor on time.

Before the inescapable banquet begins, he must eliminate all potential threats that could trigger a crisis.

Shen Chonglu was the biggest destabilizing factor.

This is to protect Shen Chonglu.

A powerless young man is no match for the Lu family, so we can't drag him into this mess.

"As for the company..."

Song Yunxi wiped the water droplets from her face with a towel, turned to look at the pale-faced man, and spoke in a calm tone.

"You can go if you want, but I won't force you if you don't. I can arrange for HR to handle your resignation procedures. What do you think?"

Every word was spoken with great tact and grace.

But these words, when they reached Shen Chonglu's ears, were far more painful than the slap he received the night before. He clenched his fists tightly at his sides, his handsome face filled with suppressed gloom.

"I don't want to quit my job."

These words were exactly what Song Yunxi had expected, yet his expression remained completely unchanged. The young man in the mirror had a cool and aloof face, and the redness around his eyes had long since faded.

"It's fine if I don't resign."

He turned around and neatly hung the towel back on the rack.

With his arms crossed and head slightly tilted, he observed the nearly out-of-control young beast from a distance of a few steps.

"Then we'll proceed according to the company rules and regulations. Your internship isn't over yet, so you and Zhou Cheng still need to compete for the position of president's assistant."

As Song Yunqi spoke, he strode toward the dressing room, his tone extremely businesslike, as if he were not the one who had been driven to madness by being argued with the previous night.

"However, you also need to correct your attitude."

He opened the wardrobe and began selecting from a row of perfectly pressed bespoke suits, his voice carrying an undeniable authority:

"I gave you too many privileges before, which made you forget your place. From now on, you're just a low-level intern assistant, understand?"

"You are not allowed to enter my office without permission, nor are you allowed to interfere with my work."

"If you can't even maintain the most basic workplace distance, I can let you go anytime, not even before your internship ends."