Chapter 114 - 106: Unlocking Song Yuncheng
Chen Yansen took a deep breath and called softly, "Come over here."
"Uh... what for? I still need to prepare tomorrow’s documents," Song Yuncheng replied, turning her head from where she was draped over the front of the sofa.
"Lei Yijun bringing Li Wanqiang here tonight means he’s on board with our future collaboration. Just touch up the old marketing presentation, and that’ll be enough."
Chen Yansen chuckled, his tone casual.
Song Yuncheng murmured an "oh" and, shuffling over to Chen Yansen in her slippers, asked instinctively, "Boss Chen, what are your instructions?"
"Sit here while we talk."
Chen Yansen patted the armchair he was sitting in, his expression deadpan.
"I... I’m going to go work on the documents." Song Yuncheng’s cheeks instantly flushed red, and she shot Chen Yansen a glare.
’Where was there any room on the armchair? His intentions were crystal clear; he was obviously trying to take advantage of me.’
Just as she turned to leave, Chen Yansen grabbed her hand.
"It’s an employee’s duty to satisfy their boss’s needs."
A wicked smile played on Chen Yansen’s lips as he gave a gentle tug, pulling Song Yuncheng toward him.
"Ah!"
Song Yuncheng cried out softly, lost her footing, and tumbled into Chen Yansen’s arms.
"Please, don’t do this," Song Yuncheng pleaded in a soft voice, struggling for a moment before realizing Chen Yansen was holding her fast.
"Then go. Get another room downstairs and have finance reimburse you for it later." Seeing her flushed face, tear-filled eyes, and thoroughly unwilling expression, Chen Yansen instantly lost all interest. He waved a hand dismissively.
Song Yuncheng froze. She felt his grip loosen, but when she caught the disappointed look in his eyes, she somehow couldn’t bring herself to climb out of his lap.
"Weren’t you leaving?" Chen Yansen prompted impatiently.
Song Yuncheng lowered her head, resting it against his chest and inhaling the scent that soothed her. Tears welled in her eyes, dampening his shirt.
’If I really wanted to leave, why would I have come on this business trip with him?’
’Besides, what happened in Hu City was still fresh in her mind. In her heart, she couldn’t bear to leave Chen Yansen.’
Sensing something was off, Chen Yansen cupped Song Yuncheng’s face in his hands. Her eyes were red-rimmed, just like the first time they met—pitiful and full of silent grievance.
"Mwah!"
Song Yuncheng stared into Chen Yansen’s eyes for a moment before suddenly puckering her lips and pressing them against his.
The kiss was rough and clumsy, like being gnawed on by a small animal.
’What the hell? Why the sudden forced kiss? How many mindless dramas have girls these days been watching?’
Chen Yansen was stunned for a second but quickly recovered, his hands beginning to explore with practiced ease.
Chen Yansen had been in this kind of situation many times. Before the kiss was even over, he had already peeled off the final layer.
CLICK!
The sound was as faint as the buzz of a fly, but it made Song Yuncheng freeze. Her face flushed scarlet, and she crossed her hands over her chest like a budding lotus flower trying desperately to hide itself.
"You... stop it, okay?" Song Yuncheng clutched her bra, preventing it from slipping off.
Chen Yansen said nothing. He simply scooped her into his arms and carried her toward the bedroom.
Song Yuncheng’s mind went blank, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew exactly what was about to happen, but as she gazed at Chen Yansen’s profile, she found herself unable to utter a word of refusal.
The two didn’t fall asleep in each other’s arms until the sky began to lighten.
Before drifting off, Chen Yansen thought, ’A 4.11 physique really is something else. I didn’t come back to this life for nothing. My nineteen-year-old self is incredibly capable.’
「The next morning」
RING RING RING... The alarm clock blared.
Chen Yansen slowly opened his eyes to see Song Yuncheng in his arms, tangled around him like an octopus, her figure on full display.
Even for a man of his vast experience, he couldn’t help but marvel, ’She’s truly blessed.’
The alarm kept ringing, but Song Yuncheng didn’t move. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her breathing grew more rapid.
PAT! Chen Yansen gave her a light swat. "Stop faking it," he said in a low voice. "Get up and get ready. We have to be at Xiaomi at 10 AM."
"Then at least close your eyes first." Since Chen Yansen had seen through her act, Song Yuncheng dropped the pretense and pleaded softly.
"Stop dawdling. Go take a shower first." Chen Yansen chuckled, gently lifting her and heading straight for the bathroom.
Song Yuncheng wrapped her arms around Chen Yansen’s neck and buried her face. Only then did she fully wake up, and she couldn’t help but think, ’I promised myself I would stay far away from him. What do I do now?’
She thought of Meng Jie, remembered the tense feeling of almost being caught in room 0418, and instantly blushed, unsure how to face the situation.
’Before last night, I could still righteously claim that my relationship with Chen Yansen was purely professional, that of a boss and his employee, a master and his apprentice. But now? I have no ground to stand on.’
Scenes from the TV show *Dwelling Narrowness* flashed through Song Yuncheng’s mind. She found herself identifying with the character Guo Haizao, and the thought of how the show ended filled her with despair.
’But then again,’ she thought, ’Chen Yansen isn’t Song Siming, and I don’t have a boyfriend like Xiaobei.’
"But you have a girlfriend named Meng Jie," Song Yuncheng sighed. Gazing at Chen Yansen’s face, she grew angrier the more she thought about it and suddenly bit down hard on his shoulder.
"Hey! Are you part dog or something?!"
Chen Yansen’s brow furrowed as he couldn’t help but curse.
"Then why did you come on to me when you already have a girlfriend!" Song Yuncheng lifted her head and said, her cheeks puffed out and her voice thick with grievance.
"Then you can be my girlfriend, too," Chen Yansen said with a nonchalant smile, looking completely unconcerned.
"Then what about Meng Jie?" Song Yuncheng pressed.
"She’s my girlfriend too, of course," Chen Yansen said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He’d always been an unapologetic scumbag.
"In your dreams! Just wait until she finds out what you’re really like! Hmph! Are you trying to be an emperor or something?"
Song Yuncheng snorted, a hint of schadenfreude in her tone.
"Well, now that you know what I’m really like, I guess I’ll have to silence you,"
Chen Yansen joked, a roguish, devil-may-care smile on his face.
"I knew you were no good," Song Yuncheng giggled.
Chen Yansen gently placed her in the bathtub and got in himself. He then turned the faucet, and warm water began to slowly fill the tub.
He held Song Yuncheng, closed his eyes, and started to doze.
Song Yuncheng also cast aside her distracting thoughts, nestling quietly in Chen Yansen’s arms.
By the time they had finished their bath, brushed their teeth, and gotten dressed, it was already nine-thirty.
Fortunately, the hotel wasn’t far from Xiaomi Headquarters. The two had a leisurely breakfast before going downstairs to hail a cab.
When they arrived at Xiaomi Headquarters, Li Wanqiang was waiting for them on the ground floor with an assistant.