After Lin Jingzhi undid her qipao, her graceful figure revealed a very alluring, beautiful garment.
The fabric was minimal.
Moreover, it was adorned with semi-transparent holes, faintly revealing what lay beneath.
“Last time you left, I told you I’d wear something nice for you when you returned,” Lin Jingzhi said, stepping forward, her lotus-root-like arms wrapping around Ye Qiu’s neck as she asked in a sweet, coquettish voice, “Darling, does it look good?”
“It looks good,” Ye Qiu nodded vigorously.
“Do you like it?” Lin Jingzhi asked again.
“I like it,” Ye Qiu nodded once more.
“As long as you like it, I was worried you wouldn’t. So, I prepared over a hundred different outfits. Shall I try a few more for you to see?”
“Sister Lin, I have something to tell you…”
“What’s the rush?” Lin Jingzhi threw him a flirtatious glance and said, “No matter how important it is, is it more important than what’s happening now?”
“Let me check you out.”
“You’ve been away so long, I wonder if you’re pent up?”
As Lin Jingzhi spoke, she had already crouched down.
Ye Qiu gave a wry smile. Perhaps in the eyes of Su Luoying and Qianshan Xue, he was an experienced warrior, but only he knew that in front of Lin Jingzhi, he was a complete novice.
Lin Jingzhi was stunningly beautiful, and with her deliberate seduction, a fire soon ignited within Ye Qiu.
Unable to hold back any longer, he scooped Lin Jingzhi up and tossed her onto the sofa.
As Ye Qiu was about to pounce, Lin Jingzhi raised a delicate foot to stop him.
“Sister Lin, what’s this?”
“I don’t like it here.”
Lin Jingzhi stood up, walked to the desk, and with a swift push of both hands, sent folders scattering across the floor.
She leaned forward, her upper body resting on the desk, then raised a certain part high, glancing back at Ye Qiu with sultry eyes, a finger in her mouth as she said seductively, “Darling, come here~”
Ye Qiu’s eyes turned red with desire. In a few quick motions, he tore off his clothes and pounced like a hungry wolf.
Soon, the desk began creaking rhythmically, accompanied by a series of pleasing sounds.
Sun Mengjie, holding a document, headed to Lin Jingzhi’s office to get her signature.
Before reaching the door, she heard noises coming from inside.
The creaking was quite loud.
“What’s Ms. Lin doing?”
Curious, Sun Mengjie reached the door and noticed it wasn’t fully closed, leaving a small gap.
She peeked through the gap and, like a startled rabbit, quickly stepped back, gasping for air.
“He, how could he treat Ms. Lin like that?”
“How dare he?”
“That bastard!”
In that moment, Sun Mengjie felt her heart nearly shatter, clenching her fists in a mix of shame and anger.
Just then, she saw the elevator doors at the end of the corridor open, and a middle-aged woman in a business suit, holding files, stepped out. Sun Mengjie recognized her immediately as Manager Wang from the hotel’s finance department.
“Not good. If Manager Wang sees Ms. Lin in there with Ye Qiu doing that, it’ll be trouble.”
Sun Mengjie hurried over and blocked Manager Wang’s path.
“Assistant Sun, is Ms. Lin in her office?” Manager Wang asked respectfully.
Everyone in the hotel knew Sun Mengjie was Lin Jingzhi’s confidante, the two as close as sisters, so people treated Sun Mengjie with great respect.
“Ms. Lin is in her office, but she instructed that no one disturb her today, no matter what,” Sun Mengjie said.
Manager Wang looked troubled and said, “Here’s the thing. Our finance department has prepared next quarter’s budget, and we need Ms. Lin to review and sign it. Assistant Sun, could you please inform her?”
Sun Mengjie replied, “I’ll tell Ms. Lin when she’s done. For now, please go back. She said even if the mayor of Jiangzhou came, she wouldn’t be available.”
With that said, Manager Wang didn’t dare press further.
“I understand, thank you, Assistant Sun,” Manager Wang said politely, then quickly left.
Sun Mengjie returned to the office door and glanced inside again, her pupils widening in shock.
“My God, how are Ms. Lin and Ye Qiu both on the desk?”
Her cheeks burning, Sun Mengjie was about to close the door when she suddenly saw Ye Qiu turn his head, look toward the door, and wink at her!
He saw me?
Her heart raced, a guilty feeling washing over her like a thief caught in the act. She quickly shut the door and leaned against the wall beside it, breathing heavily.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got.
“That bastard, winking at me? What’s that supposed to mean? Showing off?”
“Hmph, what’s there to be proud of?”
Sun Mengjie couldn’t help but recall the scene she’d just witnessed: Lin Jingzhi sitting on Ye Qiu, hair disheveled, head tilted back, looking utterly delighted.
“Could it really be that fun to be with a man?”
At this thought, Sun Mengjie snorted, “What’s so great about men? Only women are true love.”
Just then, the elevator doors opened again, and the hotel’s housekeeping supervisor stepped out, seemingly also looking for Lin Jingzhi.
It made sense; as the chairman, it was normal for subordinates to seek her out.
Sun Mengjie stopped the housekeeping supervisor and said, “Ms. Lin is handling important matters and isn’t seeing anyone. Please go back.”
The supervisor greeted Sun Mengjie and left in a hurry.
“To avoid unnecessary trouble, it looks like I’ll have to stand guard here.”
Sun Mengjie couldn’t help but think of Ye Qiu winking at her, her teeth itching with anger.
“That bastard, bullying Ms. Lin inside while I have to stand guard for you out here? You’ve got some nerve!”
Time slipped by quietly.
Gradually, Sun Mengjie felt her feet go numb. Glancing at her watch, she realized over two hours had passed.
During that time, she had stopped five more groups of subordinates looking for Lin Jingzhi.
“That bastard still hasn’t come out, bullying Ms. Lin for so long. I really want to kill him.”
…
Inside the office, everything had calmed down.
The two sat close on the sofa.
Ye Qiu, stroking Lin Jingzhi’s silky-smooth shoulder, said in a low voice, “Sister Lin, I’ve decided. In a month, I’m heading to the cultivation world. The old man, Fairy Hundred Flowers, and Lüluo will come with me.”
Lin Jingzhi’s heart trembled as she asked, “When will you be back?”
“I don’t know. Maybe a few months, maybe a few years, maybe never…”
Before Ye Qiu could finish, his voice stopped abruptly, his lips sealed by Lin Jingzhi’s finger.
Then, Lin Jingzhi flipped over, sitting on top of him.
“Sister Lin, you—”
“I want more!”
