“Ding~~” As the elevator reached the top floor, a soft chime sounded and the doors slowly opened, revealing the interior. Qin Lingxue stepped out quickly, her cheeks flushed. Paired with her cool and elegant features, she exuded irresistible charm—what man wouldn’t be captivated?
“Hiss~ That hurt like hell. You really didn’t hold back.” Jiang Zhao followed behind, clutching his mouth with a bitter expression. A metallic taste of blood lingered in his mouth.
Qin Lingxue, walking ahead, lifted her chin proudly and said in a haughty tone, “Hmph, serves you right. You kissed me without permission. Biting you was being merciful.”
Hearing this, Jiang Zhao was furious, but when he thought of the soft lips he had just kissed, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. It didn’t seem like a loss. So kissing could be addictive too, huh?
“What are you smirking at over there? Hurry up and get to work.” At the mention of work, Jiang Zhao immediately drooped his head and replied weakly, “Oh, coming.” What a slave driver this Qin Lingxue was—she wouldn’t even let him rest at noon. He had to make sure she compensated him later.
The lunch break quickly passed, and the entire group returned to their busy routines, diligently completing their respective tasks. The afternoon sunlight was warm and comforting, brushing across faces like a mother’s gentle caress, making it hard to resist the urge to nap.
As the head of such a massive corporation, Qin Lingxue was naturally overwhelmed with responsibilities. Adding the fact that she hadn’t been in the office for the past couple of days, a huge stack of pending documents had accumulated. Fortunately, she had caught herself a toolman to help, allowing everything to be finished just in time before the end of the workday.
As the end of the day approached, the sky outside the window dimmed gradually. The clouds were dyed orange by the sinking sun, signaling the close of another day. Tonight, the Lingxue Group was hosting a celebration banquet to commemorate the defeat of their biggest competitor, the Tianyang Group, thereby solidifying their influence in Jiangnan City.
The door to the CEO’s office opened from the outside, and Secretary Han Weiwei stepped in, ready to report on the progress of a few projects. However, what she saw made her freeze on the spot.
Behind the neatly arranged desk, Jiang Zhao was fast asleep with his head down. Beside him, Qin Lingxue leaned on the desk, resting her delicate chin in her soft, fair hand, just watching him silently. The usual coldness on her face had vanished, replaced by a gentle tenderness, perfectly embodying what it meant to be a woman in love.
The sound of the secretary entering caught her attention. Qin Lingxue raised a finger to her red lips and made a “shh” gesture, signaling to handle everything later. Han Weiwei quietly backed out, unable to suppress the smile curling at her lips. President Qin being so gentle was too unfair! I’m shipping these two with all my heart!!!
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Meanwhile, at the same time in Chenfeng Group.
Inside a lavish office, Jiang Chenfeng looked noticeably more gaunt than before. He glanced at the darkening sky outside the window, then at the twenty-some unfinished documents on his desk. He felt like cursing out loud.
This wasn’t what was promised! Wasn’t this job supposed to be all about secretaries by day and nightclubs after work!? Why was he stuck processing documents until 11 p.m.?
Just then, the vice president who had stayed behind also pushed open the door and walked in, looking exhausted. “Chairman Jiang, we used the entire 10 million yuan in liquid assets to pacify the suppliers. We’ve managed to temporarily calm their dissatisfaction, but the Lingxue Group has taken a large portion of our market recently. Our products are piling up in the warehouse—they simply aren’t selling.”
“If this continues, we probably won’t even be able to pay those suppliers next quarter.”
And that wasn’t all. Due to wage cuts over the past two days, people were resigning every day, or worse, being poached by competitors. Talent was vanishing rapidly. It might not matter in the short term, but eventually, things would fall apart.
Hearing this, Jiang Chenfeng could no longer hold back the frustration he had bottled up. He slammed his fist on the table and roared, “The group has so many problems and no one’s solving them. You all just come to me when there’s trouble! What the hell are you all here for?”
The vice president forced a bitter smile and said, “Chairman Jiang, you can’t blame us entirely. The issue is all the veteran members from Tianyang Group left. We’re stretched thin with no proper transition…”
Jiang Zhao had developed that group for years and had many loyal followers. They didn’t stay just for the money—they were drawn by his charisma and voluntarily followed him. To put it bluntly, following Jiang Chenfeng didn’t help fulfill their ambitions, so naturally, they left.
Hearing this, Jiang Chenfeng was both angry and speechless. Unable to argue, he turned his anger back to the vice president, yelling, “I don’t care about any of that. If you can do it, do it! If not, get lost! There are plenty of people willing to work!”
He didn’t expect that this would provoke the vice president. Tired of dealing with a boss who only knew how to yell, the man finally snapped and said coldly, “I’ve been wanting to quit anyway. So what if you took over the Tianyang Group? With your talent, you’ll never match Jiang Zhao!”
“Remember, you didn’t fire me. I quit this broken temple on my own!”
“Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west—let’s see who has the last laugh!”
After that, the vice president felt an unexpected sense of relief. He took off his suit jacket and threw it to the floor before walking out.
Suit: You’re so noble and righteous, huh? Like I’m some kind of uniform—why throw me?
Jiang Chenfeng was stunned as he watched the man walk away. Clearly, he hadn’t expected such a bold outburst. “Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!”
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At the same time, elsewhere. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
In Jiangnan City’s famous Xidonglai Hotel, the atmosphere was lively and vibrant. Inside the grand banquet hall, capable of hosting 500 diners at once, expensive landscape paintings hung on the walls, and the tables and chairs were all made of redwood. Crystal chandeliers sparkled brightly overhead.
Of course, even though it was a banquet, class divisions were clearly visible. In the center were the core executives, then the department heads, and finally the ordinary employees seated on the outer edges—clearly hierarchical.
At one table in the corner, members of Planning Team Three were gathered together. For the banquet, Gao Jianxiang had borrowed a suit from a relative. He now stared obsessively at the central figure of the restaurant—a cold and elegant woman surrounded like the moon among stars.
“President Qin looks amazing tonight. She completely outshines those popular celebrities. Truly my dream goddess.”
At the center of the hall, Qin Lingxue looked serene. She hadn’t worn any makeup, but she had changed her outfit. Her silky black hair cascaded over her chest, and her light blue off-shoulder evening gown, with a high slit, set off her snow-white skin. Her stunning features glowed under the soft lighting like a blooming white lotus, and her fair, alluring legs moved with silent temptation.
Beside her, Jiang Zhao—fresh from his nap—was lazily slumped over the table, completely uninterested in the so-called banquet. Celebrate what? That my Tianyang Group collapsed?
Hearing Gao Jianxiang’s comment, he curled his lips and said, “Look at you, acting like you’ve never seen a woman before. What’s there to be surprised about? You need to be calm like me. Beautiful women will only ruin your life.”
On the other side, Qin Lingxue sipped quietly on her drink. She was long used to the flattery from those around her and felt nothing inside.
Just then, a man in a crisp white suit with a rose pinned to his chest, appearing to be around thirty, walked up to her. He extended a hand and smiled politely, “Lingxue, tonight is a rare occasion. Would you honor me with a dance?”
Hearing this, the nearby executives all raised their glasses and chimed in with smiles, “Yes, President Qin. You and Vice President Meng have worked hard for the company. Tonight’s the time to relax.”
“If I’m not mistaken, Vice President Meng is only 29, right? Already talented and accomplished—what a prodigy.”
“Exactly. I heard Vice President Meng’s father is the deputy chief of Jiangnan Police Department, and his mother is the director of the Education Bureau. A true government elite. Truly a match made in heaven with President Qin.”
With everyone praising him, Meng Zhou’s smile deepened. He was certain he wouldn’t be refused. Qin Lingxue glanced at him calmly and was about to politely decline, but then, as if something came to mind, her lips curled slightly, and she extended her delicate white hand.
“Since Vice President Meng is in such a fine mood, then let’s dance.”