Chen Yansen took a deep breath and called out softly, "Come sit here."
"Huh? What? I still need to organize tomorrow's materials," Song Yuncheng leaned on the sofa, turning her head to reply.
"Lei Jun brought Li Wanqiang tonight, which means he has no objections to the follow-up cooperation. Just revise the previous brand promotion deck."
Chen Yansen chuckled, speaking casually.
Song Yuncheng said "Oh" and walked over to Chen Yansen in her slippers, instinctively asking, "Boss Chen, what are your instructions?"
"Sit here and talk." Chen Yansen patted the single sofa he was sitting on, speaking seriously.
"I… I'm going to get the materials." Song Yuncheng's face instantly flushed red as she glared at Chen Yansen.
There were no empty seats on the sofa—his little scheme was obvious. He clearly wanted to take advantage.
Just as she was about to turn away, Chen Yansen grabbed her hand.
"As a subordinate, fulfilling the boss's needs is part of the job." Chen Yansen's lips curled into a mischievous smile as he gently pulled Song Yuncheng toward him.
"Ah!" Song Yuncheng gasped softly, losing her balance and tumbling into Chen Yansen's arms.
"Don't do this, okay?" Song Yuncheng struggled a few times but found herself held firmly by Chen Yansen, and could only plead softly.
"Then go ahead. Go downstairs and book another room, then get it reimbursed by finance later." Seeing her slightly flushed face, teary eyes, and unwilling expression, Chen Yansen lost interest and waved his hand.
Song Yuncheng was momentarily stunned, feeling a sense of relief. But seeing the disappointment in Chen Yansen's eyes, she somehow couldn't bring herself to leave his embrace.
"Weren't you going?" Chen Yansen urged impatiently.
Song Yuncheng lowered her head, nestling against his chest, inhaling his comforting scent. Her eyes gradually welled up with tears, dampening Chen Yansen's shirt.
If she really wanted to leave, why would she have accompanied Chen Yansen on this business trip?
Besides, what happened in Shanghai last time was still vivid in her mind—she couldn't bear to part from him.
Sensing something was off, Chen Yansen cupped Song Yuncheng's face in his hands. Her eyelids were red, just like when they first met—pitiful and full of grievance.
Smack!
Song Yuncheng stared into Chen Yansen's eyes for a moment, then suddenly pouted and kissed him.
The action was rough and awkward, like being bitten by a small animal.
What the hell? Why does she always force kisses? How many brainless dramas have young girls these days watched? Chen Yansen was stunned for a moment but quickly regained his composure and skillfully deepened the kiss.
Chen Yansen had experienced this kind of scene many times. Before the kiss even ended, he had already peeled away the last layer of clothing.
Smack!
The faint, rustling sound made Song Yuncheng pause. Her face flushed crimson as she covered herself with her hands, like a lotus bud desperately trying to hide.
"Stop, okay?" Song Yuncheng clutched her bra tightly, trying to keep it from slipping.
Chen Yansen didn't speak but pulled her into his arms and walked toward the bedroom.
Song Yuncheng's mind went blank, her heart pounding. She knew what was about to happen, but looking at Chen Yansen's profile, she couldn't bring herself to refuse.
They didn't fall asleep in each other's arms until dawn.
Before drifting off, Chen Yansen thought to himself: *My 4.11 physique is really something. I haven't lived in vain. My nineteen-year-old self is truly capable.*
The next morning, the alarm clock rang.
Chen Yansen slowly opened his eyes and saw Song Yuncheng nestled in his arms, clinging to him like an octopus, her figure fully exposed.
Even with his vast experience, he couldn't help but sigh: Her talent is truly remarkable.
The alarm continued to ring, but Song Yuncheng remained motionless, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her breathing growing increasingly rapid.
Slap! Chen Yansen gently patted her and whispered, "Stop pretending. Get up and freshen up. We have to go to Xiaomi at 10 a.m."
"Then close your eyes first." Since Chen Yansen had seen through her, Song Yuncheng simply stopped pretending and pleaded softly.
"Enough chatter, go shower first." Chen Yansen chuckled, gently picked her up, and walked straight to the bathroom.
Song Yuncheng wrapped her arms around Chen Yansen's neck and buried her head against him. Only then did she come to her senses, and she couldn't help but think: I promised to stay far away from him… what am I going to do now?
She thought of Meng Jie and the tension of almost being caught that time in Room 0418. Her face flushed instantly—she didn't know how to face him.
Before last night, she could confidently say that her relationship with Chen Yansen was purely that of boss and employee, master and apprentice. But now, she had no confidence at all.
Suddenly, scenes from the TV drama Dwelling Narrowness flashed through Song Yuncheng's mind. She unconsciously put herself in Guo Haizao's shoes. Thinking of the drama's ending, her heart filled with despair.
But then she thought, Chen Yansen wasn't Song Siming, and she didn't have a boyfriend like Xiao Bei.
But you have a girlfriend named Meng Jie. Song Yuncheng sighed. Looking at Chen Yansen's face, she grew angrier the more she thought about it and suddenly bit his shoulder.
"Hey! Are you a dog?!" Chen Yansen frowned, unable to hold back a curse.
"Who told you to have a girlfriend and still mess with me!" Song Yuncheng raised her head, puffing out her cheeks, her voice full of grievance.
"Then you can be my girlfriend too." Chen Yansen smiled nonchalantly, looking indifferent.
"What about Meng Jie?" Song Yuncheng pressed.
"Of course she's my girlfriend too." Chen Yansen said matter-of-factly, always openly a scoundrel.
"In your dreams! Once she finds out your true colors, hmph! Does she think she can be an emperor?" Song Yuncheng snorted coldly, a hint of schadenfreude in her tone.
"Now you know what kind of person I am. Looks like I'll have to silence you for good." Chen Yansen joked with a carefree smile.
"I knew you weren't a good person." Song Yuncheng giggled.
Chen Yansen gently placed her in the bathtub, then climbed in after her. He turned on the tap, and warm water slowly filled the tub.
He held Song Yuncheng, closed his eyes, and began to rest.
Song Yuncheng also cast aside her thoughts, quietly nestling in Chen Yansen's arms.
After bathing, brushing their teeth, washing up, and getting dressed, it was already 9:30.
Fortunately, the hotel wasn't far from Xiaomi's headquarters. The two leisurely ate some breakfast, then went downstairs to hail a taxi.
When they arrived at Xiaomi's headquarters, Li Wanqiang and an assistant were already waiting for them on the first floor.