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

The rain outside the hotel gradually intensified, with raindrops pattering against the car roof.

Lunch was at a well-regarded private restaurant nearby. Since both of them were on an empty stomach, and Song Yunqi mentioned that she had been experiencing gastrointestinal discomfort recently, the dishes on the table were mostly warm and nourishing soups and hot dishes.

After dinner, Meng Zhaoyuan drove his cool sports car to the airport in the pouring rain.

The car came to a smooth stop in the drop-off lane. He pulled the handbrake, turned his head to look at the young man who was adjusting his cuffs, and smiled.

"Are you sure you don't need me to go in with you?"

"No need, Zhou Cheng is waiting for me inside, and he's already checked my luggage in."

Song Yunxi pushed open the car door, and a cold wind carrying fine rain rushed in instantly, dispelling the warmth of the air conditioning in the car. He subconsciously tightened his collar.

She opened her umbrella and nodded to the man inside, saying, "I'm leaving now. Please take good care of things at the Pink Mansion."

"Don't worry, don't you trust me? Let's go."

Giving the other person a reassuring look, Meng Zhaoyuan rested one hand on the steering wheel and waved, the smile on his lips somewhat blurred in the rain.

Song Yunqi turned and stepped into the terminal building.

At 4:30 p.m., the plane passed through the thick clouds and landed steadily on the runway of Beijing International Airport.

While Shanghai was experiencing torrential rain, Beijing enjoyed a rare sunny day.

The golden rays of the setting sun streamed in through the glass windows, illuminating the entire arrival corridor.

Song Yunqi trailed behind the crowd, looking somewhat tired.

After weeks of continuous work, his lower back and abdomen ached terribly. As he walked, the heavy, slumping feeling became more and more pronounced. Every step felt like walking on cotton, making him feel extremely unsteady.

This feeling is unpleasant, not unbearable, yet impossible to ignore.

Zhou Cheng, pushing his suitcase, followed beside him, looking down at the itinerary on his phone: "President Song, the meeting at nine o'clock tomorrow morning has been arranged. I will send the relevant information to your email later."

"Mmm," Song Yunxi replied listlessly.

Just as I stepped out of the gate, a considerable commotion suddenly broke out ahead in the passage.

The crowd of people waiting to pick up passengers spontaneously dispersed to both sides, leaving a spacious area in the middle.

Shen Chonglu stood in the most conspicuous place, wearing a well-tailored dark gray haute couture suit, which made his figure look even more upright, and brought out the advantages of his broad shoulders and narrow waist to the fullest.

His thick black hair was combed back, revealing a smooth forehead and handsome features, making him stand out in the crowd like a male model who had just stepped off the runway.

What's even more striking is that he was holding a large bouquet of vibrant red roses, their delicate petals still glistening with fresh water.

In his right hand he carried an exquisite dark blue velvet gift box, with elaborate packaging.

"Yunqi!"

Upon seeing that slender figure from afar, Shen Chonglu's bright eyes instantly lit up.

He abandoned his cool pose with one hand in his pocket and his dashing image, grinning as he ran towards them, pushing through the crowd in three quick steps, and stood steadily in front of Song Yunqi.

Many passengers around them turned their heads to look, after all, handsome men never lack attention, let alone encountering two at once.

Looking at Shen Chonglu, who was practically a walking encyclopedia of arrogance, Song Yunqi hesitated slightly, and her brow twitched uncontrollably.

"Why are you here?"

Uncomfortable being scrutinized in public, he took a few steps back, his gaze sweeping over the ridiculously large bouquet of roses, and asked in a low voice.

This ostentatious manner was truly blatant. Zhou Cheng awkwardly hid behind Song Yunxi and managed to greet Shen Chonglu with difficulty.

No, what does that mean?

What exactly is the relationship between President Song and Shen Chonglu? They don't seem like lovers and sugar daddies at all; why are they being so blatant?

Shen Chonglu then remembered that there were outsiders present, and Song Yunqi had clearly stated that their relationship was not to be revealed.

He abruptly stopped, abruptly withdrawing his outstretched arm that he had intended to hug, coughed lightly, and turned his head to explain to Zhou Cheng in a way that only made things worse:

"Well, I'm here to pick up President Song from the airport."

"There was a traffic jam on the way, and I was in such a hurry to buy these flowers that I didn't pay attention to the variety and grabbed red roses instead. Assistant Zhou, please don't misunderstand."

Seeing through it but not saying it, since the other party had taken the initiative to offer a way out, Zhou Cheng happily nodded repeatedly, echoing his words:

"Okay, yes, no problem."

"Assistant Shen is so thoughtful; even a simple airport pickup is made to be so ceremonial."

Song Yunqi looked away, too lazy to expose his clumsy excuse, her expression somewhat embarrassed.

Shen Chonglu didn't care about any of that. He stepped forward under the guise of handing out roses, using his tall figure to block the view of others.

Taking advantage of Zhou Cheng turning around to look at his luggage, he stretched out his long arm and easily put his arm around the young man's lower back, pulling him into his arms.

"I've been sitting alone in my room in Beijing for 22 days, I'm going crazy! Look at me, haven't I lost weight?"

As he spoke, his large hand began to wander upwards, tracing the straight back of Song Yunqi's neck and finally giving it a light pinch on the soft flesh behind her neck.

In public, a sense of masculine intimacy suddenly enveloped Song Yunqi.

The intense fragrance of red roses made him feel dizzy, and the burning heat from his lower back made him feel like he was being steamed alive.

Feeling the intense gazes around her and Zhou Cheng's silently slowed pace, Song Yunqi lowered her eyes and subtly twisted her body, trying to break free from Shen Chonglu's tight iron grip.

"Shen Chonglu, release your grip."

The young man glared at him warningly, a hint of anger flashing in his narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes.

"Be mindful of the impact; this is an airport."

"What's wrong with the airport? I'm hugging my own man, who's to my problem?"

Shen Chonglu pursed his lips, his voice extremely low, his tone full of grievance.

The pressure on his hand loosened slightly, and he secretly pinched the other person's slightly cold fingers instead.

"You hooked me up when you were in Haishi, and now that you're back, you won't let me touch you. Song Yunqi, you have no conscience."

Although the man in front of her was tall and handsome, he acted like a spoiled dog, which made Song Yunxi completely lose her temper.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Cheng astutely took a large step back.

Standing in the middle, I look like a high-wattage light bulb no matter how you look at it.

"Um...Mr. Song."

He coughed lightly, interrupting the two who were struggling and tugging at each other.

"I just received a call from home; there's an urgent matter that I need to rush back to handle. Since Assistant Shen is here, I'll head back now, is that alright?"

Song Yunxi then remembered that Zhou Cheng had been standing beside her the whole time and had probably seen a lot of things. Her face turned pale, and she was about to refuse when Shen Chonglu interrupted her.

"Okay, Assistant Zhou, hurry back. Family matters are more important."

"Don't worry, Mr. Song, I'll take care of things here."

Zhou Cheng felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He didn't even say goodbye properly before turning around and slipping away faster than a rabbit, disappearing into the crowd in the arrival hall in the blink of an eye.

Once everyone was gone, Shen Chonglu completely let loose and became even more clingy.

They were hugging each other's waists and linking arms, acting very intimately.

"Back to the company."

Song Yunqi took a deep breath, stuffed the roses in her arms into Shen Chonglu's arms, and walked towards the parking lot.

"Why go back to that company!"

Shen Chonglu, carrying the suitcase, strode after him, his long legs blocking the young man's path.

He shoved the gift box into Song Yunxi's hands, his tone forceful, but his eyes flashed with a kind of beastly urge that he could hardly contain.

"There's less than an hour left before I get off work, so I'll take a break for today."

"Hmm? Can I come over to your place tonight?"