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

Gu Yi, somewhat taken aback, braced himself above Song Yunqi, the warm chest beneath his palms heaving violently, making his bones tingle slightly.

He sensed something was wrong with the drunken boss; not only was his face pale, but cold sweat was also beading on his forehead.

"Boss, are you feeling unwell?"

He tactfully stepped back a little, not pressing forward again, his eyes gleaming with a probing gaze under the dim nightlight.

Song Yunqi covered her eyes with one hand and exhaled a long breath. The collar of her silk robe had opened wider during the tugging, revealing a large expanse of her fair chest covered in cold sweat.

"You can leave now."

The sound came from beneath his palm, muffled and heavy, with an uncontrollable slight tremor.

The pent-up fire within him had lost its chance to be released, and it was now turning into countless ants that were gnawing at him, climbing up his spinal cord and causing his eyes to redden.

Gu Yi was stunned for a moment, seemingly still unwilling to give up, after all, such a rare gem was one in several years.

He might not get another chance if he missed it, and he didn't want to serve those pot-bellied old men.

He tentatively reached out, wanting to touch Song Yunqi's fingertips resting on her forehead, and said ingratiatingly:

"Boss, if all else fails, we can try other methods. MG has a lot of tricks up its sleeve; we're sure to satisfy you..."

I said, you can leave.

Seeing that the other party was so tactless, Song Yunxi opened her eyes, abruptly removed the hand covering her cheek, and the scattered emotions in her phoenix eyes vanished in an instant.

He propped himself up on the mattress, creating a rustling sound as his clothes rubbed together.

The oppressive aura emanating from that long-held high position made Gu Yi's expression tighten. His outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and he could only awkwardly withdraw it, forcing a smile as he said:

"I'm sorry, I offended you."

Gu Yi wasn't stupid; he remembered his own identity and had no choice but to give up.

He used the edge of the bed to back down, picked up the black T-shirt from the floor and put it back on, covering his well-defined abs. After tidying up, he turned and walked towards the door.

As I reached the entryway, I suddenly remembered something and turned back to ask, "By the way, boss..."

"The fee will be transferred to you directly, hurry up and go."

"OK."

Click.

The door was locked again.

Song Yunqi slumped into the bedding as if dehydrated, her robe spread open, revealing her long, taut legs.

Without the disturbance of outsiders, the pain that had been suppressed by reason began to intensify.

He grabbed a pillow and slammed it hard against the wardrobe opposite him. A dull thud echoed, but he still felt unsatisfied.

"Shen Chonglu..."

He squeezed out the name through gritted teeth, with three parts resentment and seven parts grievance that he himself was unaware of.

I still vividly remember Shen Chonglu's physical struggle with Lu Jinci that night at the hotel, his eyes red, and how he cried and said he liked him.

This man usually seems unruly, but in that area he has an almost beastly talent, always able to accurately find his most vulnerable part, tear him apart completely and then rebuild him.

I suddenly regret cutting ties with the other person.

But Song Yunxi was proud and embarrassed to lower herself to win back her man.

He slumped into a ball, wrapping himself tightly in the coat that Shen Chonglu had left at home.

Since the coat wasn't worn close to the skin, it no longer carried much of the other person's scent; instead, it had a faint, pleasant fragrance from the laundry detergent pods.

He closed his eyes in disappointment.

Since asking others won't work, and using inanimate objects won't work either, then we can only endure it.

Song Yunqi barely slept that night.

After the effects of alcohol wear off, all that remains is an endless emptiness.

He tossed and turned in bed until four in the morning, and only when the sky began to lighten with a somber, fish-belly-like dawn did he finally fall asleep from exhaustion.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock rang on time.

Song Yunqi opened her eyes, which were filled with fine red blood vessels.

He expressionlessly threw back the covers and went into the bathroom. The man in the mirror was terribly pale, with dark circles under his eyes and white lips. Although his appearance was impeccable, he inevitably looked somewhat sickly.

He couldn't possibly show his face like that, so he started splashing cold water on his face repeatedly, trying to shake off his weariness.

Half an hour later, Song Yunxi was already dressed and ready. No matter how miserable and haggard he looked in private, the moment he stepped out of his house, he was once again the decisive and unapproachable Song family head in the business world.

Nine o'clock, top floor of the Song Group.

The elevator doors opened, and Song Yunxi walked out with somewhat unsteady steps. As she passed the secretary's office, even though she tried her best to restrain herself, her gaze still involuntarily swept over it.

Shen Chonglu has arrived.

The man was dressed casually today, with his sleeves loosely rolled up at his elbows, revealing his muscular forearms.

He was holding an Americano in one hand, bending over to check the meeting PPT with Zhou Cheng, and his profile looked particularly handsome in the morning sunlight.

Seemingly noticing Song Yunqi's gaze, Shen Chonglu straightened up, his smile vanishing the instant he met Song Yunqi's eyes.

He put down his coffee cup and, together with Zhou Cheng, bent down to greet them.

"Good morning, Mr. Song."

His voice was low and polite, and he spoke in a businesslike manner.

Song Yunxi's gaze lingered on his rolled-up sleeves, and the image of Gu Yi's equally muscular arm from last night suddenly flashed through her mind. The contrast between the two caused the awkwardness and irritation that she had finally managed to suppress to surge up again like a tidal wave.

"The morning meeting will be held ten minutes earlier."

Song Yunqi coldly uttered a sentence and slammed the office door shut.

Zhou Cheng, completely bewildered, shrank back and muttered under his breath, "Why is President Song even more angry today than last week?"

Shen Chonglu stood there, staring at the tightly closed solid wood door, and fell into a long silence.

Although he only spent a few seconds with Song Yunqi, his extraordinary senses still allowed him to detect a faint, yet deeply familiar, sense of decadence in the air... the aftermath of indulgence.

There was also a faint, unfamiliar tobacco smell; Song Yunqi never smokes this brand of cigarettes.

Shen Chonglu pressed his tongue against his back teeth, and the obedient pretense in his eyes almost burst open on the spot.

You little slut, did you see someone else last night?

He squinted at the closed office door, his hand slowly clenching at his side, the knuckles making a soft cracking sound. It seemed his "retreat to advance" strategy these past few days had given someone the wrong idea.

Hold.

I should have known better than to act so arrogantly.