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

the next day.

At 8:30 a.m., the Song Group.

When Song Yunqi stepped out of her private elevator, her face was pale from a hangover and insomnia.

He was wearing a well-tailored dark gray three-piece suit, with the collar buttoned all the way up to cover the finger marks on his neck from Lu Jinci's pinching, and walked expressionlessly toward the president's office.

At this time in the past, Shen Chonglu would randomly appear in the office to greet him, and take the opportunity to grope him or touch his hand.

However, it did not.

Shen Chonglu was already sitting at his workstation, his head slightly lowered, intently typing something on the computer, with a neatly organized document beside him.

Upon seeing Song Yunqi approach, Zhou Cheng, sitting opposite him, quickly stood up and bowed slightly in respect.

"Good morning, Mr. Song. This is a summary of today's departmental morning meetings, which Assistant Lin has already checked."

Hearing the noise, Shen Chonglu also stood up.

He shifted his gaze from the screen, fixing it respectfully on Song Yunqi, and nodded slightly.

"Good morning, Mr. Song."

His attitude was polite yet distant, flawless, like that of an ordinary employee.

Song Yunxi's gaze lingered on his face for about two seconds before she gave a faint reply and turned to enter her office.

His steps were crisp and clean, and he didn't see the aggrieved look in the man's eyes after he turned around.

Song Yunqi tossed her briefcase onto the sofa and pulled out a chair to sit down.

He loosened his tie, let out a long sigh, but a strange, inexplicable unease welled up inside him.

He was the one who took the initiative to distance himself from the other party, and he was also the one who made sarcastic remarks last night, implying that the other party couldn't play the game.

Now that Shen Chonglu has truly obeyed and put aside his overstepping ambitions, obediently acting as a subordinate, he should feel relieved.

Yet, something felt missing in my heart, an emptiness that added to my restlessness.

He gave a self-deprecating twitch, muttered a self-deprecating remark about being pretentious, and then focused his attention on the financial report in front of him.

……

In the following days, Shen Chonglu's changes were not only directed at Song Yunqi.

The young man, who was usually careless at work and barely avoided making mistakes thanks to Zhou Cheng cleaning up his messes, seemed to have suddenly had a breakthrough. He stopped being late and leaving early, and he was able to complete every task assigned by Lin Hang within the stipulated time with zero errors.

Moreover, she is also very adept at interpersonal relationships.

"Xiao Shen, thanks to you for finding the loophole in time during the meeting with the supplier this afternoon, otherwise the team leader would have scolded me to death."

In the break room, several young women from the administration department were surrounding Shen Chonglu, their faces beaming with smiles.

"It's nothing, sisters, don't be shy."

Shen Chonglu smiled, his eyes crinkling into a harmless grin.

He was already very good-looking, tall, and had a sunny, boyish smile. He was also very sweet-talking. In just a few days, everyone in the planning and administration departments praised him highly.

This change, however, turned into a real sense of crisis in Zhou Cheng's eyes.

Zhou Cheng prided himself on being upright and diligent, and on following the most honest path. When Shen Chonglu first arrived, he didn't take this intern who was trying to get in through connections seriously at all.

But now, not only has the other party's work efficiency skyrocketed, but their network of contacts has also subtly surpassed his own.

The president's office does not need two special assistants, and there is only one position available for retention.

If Shen Chonglu stays, he will have to pack his bags and leave.

As a result, the atmosphere in the small cubicle outside the president's office began to become tense.

Zhou Cheng started working overtime like crazy, even preparing backup reports for the ones Lin Hang hadn't yet handed over; Shen Chonglu, not to be outdone, took the initiative to take on the most tedious overseas market research, working on it until the middle of the night.

On Friday afternoon, Lin Hang walked into the president's office with two almost perfect business plans, and couldn't help but marvel:

"President Song, these two interns have been acting like they've taken the wrong medicine lately, they're both incredibly inefficient."

"Zhou Cheng stayed up until 2 a.m. yesterday, and Shen Chonglu was even more ruthless, bringing back overseas projects to work on. His work efficiency is something I can't even match."

Song Yunxi paused slightly in the coffee cup she was holding.

He frowned as he looked at the three strong and powerful signatures of "Shen Chonglu" at the end of the document. Throughout the past few days, that person had not entered the president's office once; everything was handed over through Lin Hang.

"Understood, just follow the normal assessment process." Song Yunxi put down her cup, her voice a little hoarse.

After Lin Hang left, the office returned to silence.

Song Yunqi leaned back in her chair, her slender fingers unconsciously resting on her lower abdomen.

On Friday evening, the setting sun cast long shadows on the floor through the window, stirring up restless desires within.

He has a special constitution, and his abstinence over the past two years was because he had not eaten meat, which he was able to endure.

It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

After experiencing Shen Chonglu's fiery passion, making him face loneliness alone would be nothing short of torture.

This caused Song Yunxi's temper to become increasingly unpredictable.

At a high-level meeting, several directors were refuted by him with merciless words because of data errors, leaving them looking pale and sick.

It's 5:20 PM, time to leave work.

Song Yunqi wasn't in the mood to stay any longer and hurriedly packed her things to leave the office. In the cubicle, Shen Chonglu was looking down and shutting down his computer.

Seemingly noticing Song Yunxi's gaze, Shen Chonglu paused, straightened his back, and maintained his respectful demeanor.

"Mr. Song, have a nice weekend."

Song Yunxi stared at his well-defined pectoral muscles hidden beneath his shirt, her Adam's apple bobbing slightly. Her hands, hanging unconsciously at her sides, clenched into a tighter fist. Finally, she coldly uttered only one word:

"Um."

However, the weekend was almost a disaster for Song Yunqi.

He tried to numb himself with intense workouts and alcohol, but these suppressed desires would resurface every night.

He began to miss Shen Chonglu madly.