Because she was addicted

"Why didn't you accept the gifts?" Lu Chenyan texted.

Lin Zhidong's gifts of houses, cars, and luxury goods were simply a show for him.

He just didn't expect that Wen Jia didn't want anything.

However, it was precisely because Wen Jia didn't ask for anything that he began to see her in a different light.

"When are you coming back?" Wen Jia asked instead of answering.

She couldn't be bothered to answer such a superficial question.

She is short of money and likes money, but she doesn't accept just any money.

"Missing me?"

Lu Chenyan didn't answer her question, but sent a cheeky emoji.

"..." Wen Jia remained silent.

Could he please not start this out of nowhere? Her resistance is limited; I'm afraid she won't be able to hold her ground.

But since what happened yesterday, their relationship, which was like a powder keg ready to explode at any moment, seems to have undergone a subtle change.

Lu Chenyan sent her a WeChat message, and he even used emojis.

This is so different from his usual serious and meticulous image in the office.

Before she could ask again, Lu Chenyan replied:

"Accompanying the boss to look at projects outside, poor working class!" This was followed by a crying emoji.

"Pfft!"

Wen Jia laughed out loud, "You're so unlucky? Then what am I?"

"Just nod your head, and you'll never have to suffer again." A picture followed the message on WeChat.

Wen Jia opened the app, but after just one glance, she was so embarrassed that she immediately slammed the screen shut and flipped the phone face down on the table.

It turned out to be a picture of an Adam's apple.

Two buttons on the collar of her snow-white shirt were undone, revealing a prominent Adam's apple on her long neck. The interplay of light and shadow highlighted the veins beneath her pale skin, and a small, faint mole adorned her Adam's apple.

They did not show their faces.

But Wen Jia recognized it immediately as Lu Chenyan's.

He has a small mole on his Adam's apple, which she likes to nibble on when she's excited.

The moment she took a bite, Lu Chenyan went crazy.

I dare not watch, yet I want to watch.

Wen Jia looked around. As soon as Secretary Li returned, the office became eerily quiet, filled only with the clatter of keyboards. Not a single person dared to slack off.

She quietly opened her phone and re-opened the picture.

The more I look at it, the more blushing I get; the more I look at it, the more addicted I become.

I couldn't help but touch my nose; thankfully, it didn't bleed.

Beep~

My phone vibrated; a message had come in.

"I have something to do today and won't be going to the office. If you miss me, just look at these photos to satisfy your cravings. If that's not enough, just let me know and I'll send you more when I have a chance."

His tone was gentle, and he patiently guided the conversation.

Wen Jia seemed to see a venomous tongue flicking its tongue, slowly coiling up towards her.

……

That night, Wen Jia had a dream she couldn't describe.

Within a white, veiled curtain, a tall, strong man stood. His burning hands gripped her waist, pinning her firmly against his body.

Her vision was blurred by tears, and on her Adam's apple bobbed before her eyes was a faint mole.

His gaze shifted upwards, and Lu Chenyan's aloof and noble face was now inches away. His eyebrows were curved, his nose was straight, and his lips were thin, with the corners slightly upturned. He spoke in a low voice:

"Sister, are you satisfied?"

Wen Jia was suddenly startled awake.

Why did I dream about that night again?

She propped herself up and sat up. In the pitch-black room, she could hear her heart pounding wildly.

Thinking of Lu Chenyan in her dream, so bewitching like a male demon, both mad and lustful, with all sorts of strange ideas. Thinking of how she practically scrambled out of bed that day, her legs were weak when she escaped the guesthouse, Wen Jia suddenly felt her mouth go dry.

She reached for the water on the bedside table and gulped it down in no time.

But I still couldn't suppress the anger in my heart, so I got up, went downstairs, and drank two more large glasses.

The apartment is small, 45 square meters, on the 12th floor, and is a well-furnished duplex.

Last year, she accurately predicted the market trend and decisively bought this house at almost the lowest price. Although it was the lowest price, it still used up all her savings.

Shen Yu offered her money, but she refused.

She studied finance in college, and started learning to do some investment and financial management on her own in her junior year. After starting work, she was also very good at saving money.

The president's office secretary earns 1 yuan a month. With the returns from her investments, she can make enough to live on after deducting her monthly mortgage payments.

She doesn't need Shen Yu's money.

Now she is incredibly glad that she didn't take Shen Yu's money back then.

Two months after I bought the house, the market started to rise day by day.

People around her say she has a sharp eye and acts decisively.

Yi Mo hesitated for a moment, and as a result, she missed the boat. Seeing the market price rise day by day, she became increasingly reluctant to buy. Now, she wants to buy again, but she can no longer afford it.

Yi Mo, filled with regret, complains of bad luck every day.

The house was renovated in March of this year. Shen Yu came once and complained about everything.

The house was either too small, the ceiling was too low, and the stairs were too narrow. Standing on the second floor, his 1.8-meter height meant his head was almost touching the ceiling. He had to bend over every time he entered or exited the room or the toilet, otherwise he would accidentally bump into the door frame.

Shen Yu came once and then stopped coming. Every time, she would cook and deliver the food to Shen Yu's house.

But she never stayed overnight at Shen Yu's place.

After dinner, we might watch a movie together and then go home.

Even at the sweetest point in her relationship with Shen Yu, she maintained her bottom line and refused to sleep with him before marriage.

She came from a small county town and had conservative ideas.

I firmly believe that once a woman has sex with someone before marriage, she becomes worthless.

Men who get things too easily become careless when they let go. She dates with marriage in mind.

But now, she herself has broken that bottom line.

Is Lu Chenyan a paradise or a pit of fire?

Looking at the dazzling night view of Haicheng outside the window, Wen Jia lost her sleepiness.

……

Lin Zhidong's affair has caused quite a stir.

Two bigwigs got into a fight over a secretary, a sensational topic that spread like wildfire throughout the company, with several versions circulating in less than a day.

"Have you heard? President Lu came back for Wen Jia. They've known each other for a long time."

"Wen Jia is just a secretary, isn't she? Why would President Lu be interested in her?"

"But she's beautiful! She graduated from a prestigious university in Haicheng, and she's incredibly aloof."

"Don't you know? I heard that Wen Jia is the daughter of the Wen family in Hong Kong. The Wen family and the Fu family have been friends for generations. President Lu calls President Fu 'brother,' so they grew up in the same circle. Even President Lin protects her."

"Where did you hear that? I heard she was just an ordinary person's child."

"If she's really from an ordinary family, then her methods are incredible! She managed to win over both CEO Lin and CEO Lu at the same time!"

Snapped!

The women were startled by the sharp sound and turned to see Shen Yu standing behind them with a dark expression, his cup slamming heavily onto the tea table.

"Mr. Shen."

The women scattered like birds and beasts in an instant.

Shen Yu fetched water; these past two days, he'd heard gossip about Wen Jia everywhere he went.

Return the daughter of the Wen family in Hong Kong?

Ah!

He knew quite a bit about Wen Jia's family: her father died young, her mother was immoral, and her younger brother was unambitious and sponged off his parents. The only one who was somewhat decent was Wen Jia's older sister, who had married into a good family, but her brother-in-law was a greedy and vain man.

Wen Jia herself is quite good, but her family situation is too bad.

This was also the main reason why Shen Yu refused to go public with their relationship.

As long as it's not made public, you can always back out when you're tired of it.

Wenjia is beautiful, but what good is a beautiful rose if you can't touch it?

Her only good point is that she is hardworking and can cook excellent meals and make delicious soups.

With Wen Jia by his side, Shen Yu dismissed all the hourly housekeepers at home.

"After my gathering with Tianyu tonight, I'll go to your place," Gu Nan texted him.

"OK." With the beautiful woman by his side, Shen Yu quickly put Wen Jia out of his mind.

……

Still hungover.

The previous night had been filled with drinking and indulgence, leaving Shen Yu with a splitting headache. In his dazed state, he pulled out his phone and scrolled to that familiar number:

"Jiajia, I want to drink seafood and mushroom soup."

A large red exclamation mark followed the voice message.

The preceding series of messages were all followed by a big exclamation mark!

Before Shen Yu could react, someone next to him had already sat up.

Gu Nan wore a red spaghetti strap nightgown, her long, wavy hair flowing freely, her beautiful eyes staring at him with unwavering clarity:

"What did you just say?"

Shen Yu then suddenly realized what he had just done.

He then realized that he and Wen Jia had already broken up.

……