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

After Zhou Cheng finished muttering to himself, he saw that Shen Chonglu beside him was not moving. He turned his head and was startled by the other party's expression.

The young man, who usually wore a carefree smile, now stared intently at the president's office with dark eyes, veins bulging slightly on his forehead, and lips pressed into a thin line.

His expression was sinister, as if he were plotting how to chew the person up and swallow them whole, bones and all.

"Shen Chonglu? What are you doing?"

Zhou Cheng waved his hand in front of his eyes and said in a low voice, "Snap out of it. President Song just said that the morning meeting will be held ten minutes earlier. We need to submit the information quickly."

"Why do you look even worse than President Song? Did you secretly cheat on me again last night?"

Shen Chonglu suddenly snapped back to his senses, the almost palpable ferocity in his eyes vanishing in an instant. He loosened his clenched fist, revealing four pale fingernail marks on his palm.

"fine."

He forced a smile, managing to pull at the corners of his mouth.

"I just suddenly have a bit of a stomachache, I'll go prepare the documents now."

He turned and walked toward his workstation, and with each step he took, the evil fire of jealousy in his chest burned even brighter.

Shen Chonglu had lived for over twenty years and had never experienced such a heart-wrenching feeling.

During this period, he was indeed sulking with Song Yunxi, but at the same time, he was also thinking of playing hard to get. He was certain that Song Yunxi's spoiled body couldn't do without him and that she would eventually give him a way out.

But to everyone's surprise, this heartless and ungrateful guy couldn't even last a week and turned around to cheat on her.

That unfamiliar tobacco scent and faint, lingering aroma were like a resounding slap in the face, striking Shen Chonglu's pride hard.

Thinking that Song Yunqi's fair body had been touched, brushed, and even possessed by another man last night, Shen Chonglu wished he could rush into the office right now, pin him to the desk, pinch his waist hard, and ask him if he had any heart at all.

Damn it, I thought I could at least leave some mark on Song Yunqi's heart, but in her eyes, I, Shen Chonglu, am nothing more than an object that can be replaced at any time.

Shen Chonglu spent the entire morning meeting in a daze.

He stood properly behind Lin Hang, holding a notebook in his hand, his eyelids drooping, but his peripheral vision was constantly fixed on the man in the lead.

Song Yunqi is not in good condition today.

His voice was lower and hoarse than usual, and he would occasionally pick up his iced Americano and take a sip, as if he was trying to stay awake with the help of ice water and caffeine.

Seeing Song Yunqi's obvious signs of excessive indulgence and physical exhaustion, Shen Chonglu nearly broke his pen.

Dark, twisted, unbelievable.

These eight words became the truest reflection of his inner self.

He worked tirelessly in the company, hiding his identity and enduring all sorts of humiliation, ignoring even his father's threats. In the end, he gained nothing. After following the rules for a few days, his entire fortune was confiscated by some random guy on the street.

That's really laughable.

When the meeting ended, Song Yunxi didn't even glance at the secretary's desk, and returned to her office surrounded by a group of senior executives.

Shen Chonglu gritted his teeth and endured until the morning ended.

At exactly twelve o'clock, the company's employees came downstairs one after another for lunch. Zhou Cheng turned around, intending to call Shen Chonglu to join him, but found that the seat next to him was already empty.

Shen Chonglu stood in front of the president's office door, hesitating for a long time before finally deciding to go in and question him, but the door opened from the inside.

Lin Hang came out, holding car keys and a signed document, and bumped into Shen Chonglu. He was taken aback for a moment: "Xiao Shen? Is something wrong?"

Shen Chonglu suppressed the emotions in his eyes and forced a polite smile:

"Assistant Lin, I have a supplementary report on overseas markets that I would like to personally report to President Song."

Lin Hang shook his head and waved the car keys in his hand: "Then you've come at a bad time. President Song took the elevator down to the underground parking garage ten minutes ago. He's not in the company this afternoon; all his schedules have been canceled."

Shen Chonglu was taken aback: "Not here this afternoon? Where did President Song go?"

Lin Hang frowned slightly. He didn't like his subordinates inquiring about his private schedule, but considering the special relationship between Shen Chonglu and Song Yunqi, he still replied politely:

"President Song has a private schedule and should be back at the Lu family's old residence."

Upon hearing the words "Lu Family Old Residence," Shen Chonglu's face darkened completely.

It's the Lu family again.

It's Lu Jinci again.

He stared intently at the empty office, feeling a mix of helplessness and anger pounding in his chest.

Did you find some entertainment last night and then rush back to the Lu family to see your fiancé this afternoon?

Song Yunqi, you are truly outstanding.

……

The Lu family has a family dinner every weekend.

Although over the years, the only members involved have always been Lu Qingyuan, Lu Jinci, and Song Yunqi, unless there are important matters, such as going on a business trip or attending a banquet, this family rule is basically unshakable.

Yesterday, Lu Qingyuan went to a neighboring city to attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony of a project, so the dinner was postponed to today.

Song Yunxi felt uncomfortable in the company and had no motivation to work, so she simply left the company early.

At this moment, the old house's dining room was quiet, with only the occasional crisp sound of porcelain clinking together.

Lu Qingyuan dined at the head of the table.

Lu Jinci sat on the left, elegantly cutting his steak with a calm and composed expression. Upon closer inspection, however, one could see that his hands holding the knife and fork were somewhat stiff, and his brows would twitch involuntarily whenever he needed to apply force when cutting the meat.

Those were hidden injuries left after Song Yunqi and Shen Chonglu slammed their ribs against him.

Song Yunqi sat on the right, slowly eating the food that the maid had picked up with silver chopsticks from her plate.

He ate very slowly and with impeccable manners, leaving no room for criticism, but in reality, he couldn't taste the flavors of these expensive ingredients at all.

Hangovers, insomnia, and a persistent sense of irritability made him appear listless and vulnerable.

Lu Qingyuan picked up the red wine beside him and took a sip. His gaze swept over the two young men below him, each with their own ulterior motives, before finally settling on Lu Jinci's face.

"Jinci, what happened to the injury on your face?"

Lu Jinci paused in his beef-cutting motion, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes. He subconsciously lifted his eyelids to look at Song Yunqi opposite him, then lowered his head, his voice muffled:

"I had a few drinks with friends the other day and accidentally tripped and fell."

"Did you trip and fall?"

Lu Qingyuan sneered and put down his wine glass, the glass base hitting the mahogany table with a dull thud.

"You've always had a good drinking habit, how could you have fallen like this? You even broke your ribs?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the restaurant froze instantly.

The maids who were serving the dishes trembled with fear and quickly and silently retreated with their heads down, closing the carved door of the restaurant behind them.

Song Yunxi put down her silver chopsticks, picked up a silk handkerchief to wipe her mouth, and still maintained a detached and aloof demeanor.

Lu Qingyuan's gaze shifted to Song Yunxi, his brows furrowing tightly.

"You two are now officially engaged, and the entire elite circle of Beijing is watching closely."

"The young master and young mistress of the Lu family must be loving and affectionate. I don't care what kind of quarrel you have, you are strictly forbidden from showing any disharmony in public."

Song Yunxi lowered her eyes, placed her hands folded on her knees, and nodded obediently: "Yes, Father, I understand."

Hearing this docile yet emotionless, perfunctory reply, Lu Jinci's nameless anger burned even more fiercely.

He took a deep breath, but this aggravated the wound in his abdomen, causing him to groan softly.

Lu Qingyuan ignored Song Yunxi's statement and suddenly changed the subject: "Also, don't think I don't know what happened on the night of the engagement banquet."