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

Upon hearing these four words, Chen Han's smug expression deepened. He was about to press the issue further and praise the international awards the technical team had won when Song Yunqi turned her gaze away and walked outside.

"We've already learned enough about the company. Since it's still early, let's go take a look at the production plant and try to finish the process today."

This suggestion was exactly what Chen Han wanted to hear, and he was also eager to get rid of this mess he was dealing with, so he readily agreed:

"Okay, no problem. The factory is not far from here, only about half an hour's drive away."

As you descend in the elevator from the top floor, the narrow and enclosed space inside the elevator car begins to feel weightless.

Song Yunqi tightened her grip on the seam of her suit trousers, then raised her hand and pressed her palm against her lower abdomen.

The spasms seemed to spread, no longer just pure stomach cramps, but also carrying a faint downward ache and burning sensation.

He forced a smile, assuming it was just the strong liquor he drank at noon burning his stomach lining, coupled with the recent back-to-back work, causing an acute stomach ulcer attack, nothing serious.

It wouldn't be good if it delayed important business.

The car quickly arrived at Blueprint Technology's hardware processing plant.

The factory was rather empty, with only two semi-automated production lines still barely running. The roar of the machines echoed through the spacious area, making one's eardrums throb.

Song Yunqi stopped in front of a large optoelectronic testing machine.

I bent over, peering through the protective mask to observe the deflection trajectory of the laser beam inside. This posture put slight pressure on my abdomen, and the previously dull ache in my lower abdomen suddenly tightened.

His face instantly lost all color, and a fine layer of cold sweat seeped from his forehead, sliding down his temples and into his collar.

"President Song?"

Zhou Cheng followed closely behind, keenly noticing the boss's stiffness, and called out in a low voice.

Song Yunqi did not straighten up immediately, or rather, he could not straighten up.

He took a few deep breaths while observing the equipment, trying to soothe the throbbing pain through his clothes with the warmth of his palms.

Only after the discomfort subsided did he slowly straighten up, remove his goggles, and nod to Chen Han with a normal expression:

"I'm fine."

"Could you please take me to see the other factories and warehouses?"

……

After finishing everything, it was already evening.

The fiery clouds on the horizon spread a somber, dark red across the river, and neon lights outside the car window lit up one after another.

Song Yunxi was feeling unwell and declined Chen Han's invitation to have dinner together.

The van moved smoothly through the night. He leaned back wearily in his seat, his fingertips gently massaging his abdomen.

My phone vibrated slightly in my pocket.

Upon opening it, I saw it was a work report from Lin Hang, with a casual note at the end: "Assistant Shen took leave this afternoon, saying there were family matters to attend to, and will not be returning to the company for the next couple of days."

Song Yunxi's gaze lingered on the screen for half a second before she exited the interface.

He was not surprised by this.

Shen Chonglu was never one to sit comfortably in an office. The fact that he had patiently stayed in the secretary's office in the past was entirely because he had ulterior motives and wanted to stay by my side.

Now that our own people are far away in Shanghai, that bastard can't stay at the company any longer.

Since the aching and swelling deep in her lower abdomen had not been relieved, Song Yunqi raised her eyes and gave instructions to Zhou Cheng in the front passenger seat:

"When we get off the bus, please go to the pharmacy next door and buy me a box of strong stomach medicine, something with good pain relief."

Zhou Cheng was holding his notebook, comparing and analyzing the day's findings with the prepared materials. Hearing this, he turned around and saw his boss's slightly pale face in the dimly lit car. His heart tightened, and he quickly replied:

"Okay, Mr. Song, please hang in there for a bit."

Ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of the five-star hotel.

Song Yunxi returned to her room, took off her suit jacket and hung it on the coat rack by the door, then went to the coffee table and poured herself a glass of warm water.

The glass warmed his palm, and he tilted his head back to take a sip.

My Adam's apple bobbed as the warm water flowed down my esophagus, providing a slight soothing sensation. However, the deep, hidden throbbing pain in my lower abdomen seemed to be aroused by this warmth, and it throbbed gently and rhythmically twice.

Song Yunqi leaned against the edge of the sofa in the suite, intending to close her eyes and rest, when her phone, which was on the coffee table, suddenly vibrated violently, the shrill ringtone breaking the tranquility of the room.

As you swipe open the screen, Shen Chonglu's video call requests keep popping up.

The timing was spot on.

During the daytime inspection of the factory area, this person sent more than a dozen harassing text messages intermittently, mostly rambling nonsense. He was busy with work at the time and did not reply to any of them.

They're probably getting anxious over there.

Originally, Song Yunxi didn't want to talk to Shen Chonglu, but her fingertip hovered over the hang-up button for a moment, and the ringtone kept ringing. In the end, she didn't want to hang up and inexplicably pressed the answer button.

The moment the call connected, a handsome and dashing face appeared on the other end.

Whether Shen Chonglu had just finished showering or was simply trying to seduce someone, he was shirtless, revealing a large expanse of his strong collarbone.

Upon seeing Song Yunqi, the man's previously droopy dark eyes instantly lit up, and a bright smile spread across his lips.

"Yunqi! You finally answered my call."

Shen Chonglu leaned close to the camera, his deep, magnetic voice amplified through the speaker in the quiet room, adding a touch of ambiguous intimacy.

I miss you terribly.

"Is it dark in Haishi? Have you had dinner yet? Have you missed me today? It's been almost twelve hours since I last saw you, I'm so anxious, sob sob."

Faced with that string of passionate and straightforward words of love, Song Yunqi didn't even lift her eyelids.

He pressed the back of his hand against his throbbing temple, coldly interrupting his clinginess: "Lin Hang said you took the afternoon off. What are you planning to do?"

Shen Chonglu chuckled a few times on the other end of the camera, moved the phone further away, put his hands behind his back, and raised an eyebrow with a hint of smugness:

"I'll come find you in Haishi."

"I can't sleep without you by my side."

This statement is both true and false.

Song Yunqi knew Shen Chonglu was capable of such a thing, and fearing he might actually fly over without a word, she gritted her teeth and warned him:

"You'd better stay in Beijing quietly."

"If you dare come to Haishi, I guarantee you won't have a good time for the next two weeks, you hear me?"

Seeing that the young man was genuinely unhappy, Shen Chonglu's arrogance immediately diminished.

His arrogant and domineering handsome face instantly fell, his lips pursed slightly, his eyes filled with grievance, and he muttered softly:

"It was just a joke, why are you being so fierce?"

"You really don't want to see me? Are you afraid I'll disturb your time with Zhou Cheng? Is it because my muscles aren't as nice anymore? Or is my face not pretty enough?"

"You're just tired of me, you fickle, tasteless man."

He shifted his position, suddenly abandoning his playful demeanor, and slumped into the large sofa behind him, sighing as he looked at the ceiling:

"I'm home."

"Without you in the company, I'm left alone in the empty office, and it's so lonely."