Pushing open the president’s office door, Song Xi walked at a lightning-fast pace right up to Jiang Yanzhou.
Leaning down, her fair, jade-like hand grabbed the man’s black silk tie.
Locking eyes with his cold, ice-blue gaze, Song Xi smiled seductively and charmingly.
“Mr. President, you know what? I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time…”
A flash of surprise crossed Jiang Yanzhou’s eyes as Song Xi’s soft, luscious lips covered his.
So, there he was in his own office, getting sexually assaulted by his own secretary!
Seeing that Jiang Yanzhou offered no resistance, Song Xi smoothly straddled his long legs.
Releasing the black tie, she hooked her arms around the man’s neck.
That little peck just now hadn’t satisfied her at all; she felt like it wasn’t nearly enough!
Having worked as Jiang Yanzhou’s secretary for three years, Song Xi constantly complained to her best friend that her boss was totally useless except for paying a high salary. Day in and day out, she worked diligently, yet Jiang always chewed her out—either this wasn’t done right, or that wasn’t done well.
Heh! She had long wanted to shut her sharp-tongued boss’s mouth, and tonight she was going to kiss him hard!
Jiang Yanzhou still offered no ‘resistance,’ simply watching Song Xi, who was now close enough to touch.
The Song Xi before him was a complete 180-degree turn from the one in his memories!
In his mind, Secretary Song was devoid of smiles and terribly conservative.
That black business suit of hers was practically a nun’s habit. Her skin was sallow, and she always wore thick, black-rimmed glasses that earned her nicknames like ‘Song the Rustic,’ ‘Rustic Xi,’ and ‘Rustic Sec.’
Yet the Song Xi sitting on his lap right now wore a skimpy purple slip dress. Her skin was as white as snow, her huge, watery eyes crystal-clear and bright, and she even had the nerve to aggressively kiss him!
Just as those fire-red lips were about to descend on Jiang Yanzhou’s thin ones once more, his long, powerful hand lightly pinched her delicate jaw.
His cool, pleasant voice rang right against her hot, flushed earlobe.
“Secretary Song, are you auditioning to be a double agent?”
Unfazed by having a secret she’d hidden for years suddenly exposed, Song Xi beamed with crescent-moon eyes.
“Mr. President, you’re as sharp as ever!”
“Yes, this is my true self. I’ve been intentionally playing the dowdy card all this time.”
“Am I pretty?”
Hearing this question, a single phrase flashed through Jiang Yanzhou’s mind: breathtakingly ethereal.
Instead of answering, he asked, “Have you been drinking?”
Song Xi’s eyes shone like a thousand stars.
“Yep! I drank, and I even did pole dancing.”
“Mr. President, you just said on the phone that my brain must be water-logged to make a low-level printing mistake like that. I can forgive you, but you have to show me your abs!”
Jiang Yanzhou: “…”
She wasn’t just all talk—Song Xi’s delicate hands had already found their way to his black dress shirt.
Lowering her gaze, she focused intently on unbuttoning his shirt.
Without stopping her, Jiang Yanzhou remarked smoothly, “Secretary Song, if you put this much focus into printing documents, you wouldn’t make mistakes.”
Having already undone two buttons, Song Xi snapped her head up, her eyes full of indignation.
She slammed her lips back onto the man’s mouth.
That’ll teach you to lecture me! I’m going to kiss you ‘broken’!
After a long while, she finally pulled away.
Noticing the man’s lips were stained bright red with her lipstick, Song Xi beamed like a blooming flower—only to hear Jiang Yanzhou say, “Secretary Song, your work performance is terrible, and your kissing technique is pretty mediocre.”
Her smile froze, and Song Xi grew cross. “Oh yeah? If you’re so great, you do it.”
Jiang Yanzhou twitched a corner of his mouth, his hand resting on the woman’s slender waist trembling slightly.
“Secretary Song, is this an active invitation for me to kiss you?”
Song Xi tilted her head and pondered for a second. “If you want to put it that way, sure.”
Jiang Yanzhou enunciated each word clearly, “Secretary Song, I am not an easy man.”
“I know. When you get easy, Mr. President, you’re not even human.” With that, Song Xi efficiently finished undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt.
Her burning hands pressed right against his chest, prompting her to praise, “Mr. President, you’re in great shape. Touching this feels even better!”
“There’s a fee for this.”
With that, Jiang Yanzhou scooped Song Xi up in his arms and strode toward the lounge.
Just when Song Xi expected to be tossed onto the bed, he carried her straight into the bathroom instead.
Thankfully, the water splashing over her was warm.
In no time, Song Xi was drenched from head to toe.
Shutting off the showerhead, Jiang Yanzhou looked at the wall behind Song Xi and asked leisurely, “Secretary Song, are you a little more sober now?”
Wiping the water from her face, Song Xi smiled wildly. “Mr. President, I wasn’t even drunk to begin with. But getting soaked like this just made me even more sure of what I want!”
Hurrying over to Jiang Yanzhou, she let her skimpy purple slip dress drop to the floor right in front of him.
Standing on tiptoe, she looped her arms around his neck and pressed her entire body against his.
Instead of pushing her away, the man’s calloused hands roamed her fair, smooth back.
His gaze grew increasingly scorching. “Why is Secretary Song suddenly so proactive?”
Shivering slightly, Song Xi pressed even closer, letting out a coquettish hum. “Don’t ask so many questions, just do it!”
The man remained unhurried. “Do what?”
Blushing furiously, Song Xi whispered a single word right into Jiang Yanzhou’s ear.
“Love.”
The man’s movements turned somewhat rough, forcing Song Xi to turn around and face the mirror.
“Secretary Song, look closely at who I am.”
As he spoke, Jiang Yanzhou watched Song Xi in the reflection.
Flushed cheeks, breathtakingly stunning!
Seeing the wildly suggestive picture of herself and Jiang Yanzhou in the glass, Song Xi shyly whispered, “Mr. President~”
The man’s bulging veins stood out on his large hand as he gave her slender waist a light pinch. “Call me by my name.”
Song Xi thought hard about it. “Jiang Yanzhou, Yanyan, Zhouzhou… I think Zhouzhou sounds better. What do you think?”
Hearing something utterly humorous, Jiang Yanzhou let out a soft chuckle.
His hand drifted slowly upward from her slim waist.
Watching the scene unfold in the mirror, Song Xi’s face turned hotter and redder.
So provocative!
So exhilarating!
She was terrified she might get a nosebleed, but Jiang Yanzhou’s words instantly brought her back down to earth.
“I think you’re going to regret this tomorrow!”
Song Xi replied with absolute conviction, “I will never regret this. Whoever regrets this is a puppy!”
Her hands were still wandering all over Jiang Yanzhou’s body, causing a ruckus.
By sheer accident, she brushed against his…
Instead of pulling back, Song Xi just gave a shy, nervous smile. “Zhouzhou~ You can still say no to me~”
Unflustered, Jiang Yanzhou pulled out his phone and tapped stop on the voice recorder.
Stowing the phone away, he murmured in a deep voice right against Song Xi’s ear, “Secretary Song is burning with such fiery passion—how could I possibly say no?”
Giving Song Xi no chance to respond, Jiang Yanzhou proceeded to teach her a masterclass on kissing…
The scene in the mirror was vivid, wild, and intoxicating!
It wasn’t until Song Xi was weeping and begging for mercy that Jiang Yanzhou finally carried her out of the bathroom.
Landing on the soft mattress, Song Xi felt like she had come back to life!
She gave the man a weak kick and complained in a voice so hoarse it was barely recognizable, “Zhouzhou, you’re so mean~”
Letting her kick him, Jiang Yanzhou tenderly smoothed down her messy hair.
Only after successfully catching her off guard did he resume the ‘business’ from the bathroom that they hadn’t quite finished yet.
She had no idea when she had finally drifted off to sleep from sheer exhaustion, but when Song Xi woke up again, the sun was already high in the sky.
Scanning her surroundings, she realized she was still in her boss’s bed.
Though she hadn’t lost her memory, Song Xi remembered everything that happened last night crystal clear.
When she tried to brush Jiang Yanzhou’s hand away from her waist, not only did she fail, but she was cross-examined instead.
“Where is Secretary Song going?”
“Mr. President, I want to go home, wash up, and come back to work.”
Hearing that raspy voice, Song Xi didn’t need any reminders of just how ‘tragically’ she had cried out last night!
Withdrawing his hand, Jiang Yanzhou’s gaze turned dark and unreadable. “I’ll drive you.”
“No need, thank you for the offer, Mr. President, I can manage.”
The moment Song Xi sat up in bed, she felt an intense wave of soreness.
Even so, she bravely got out of bed, tracked down her skimpy purple slip dress in the bathroom, and put it on. Without a fuss or a tantrum, she politely bid Mr. Jiang a cheerful “See you later!”
Work started at nine, and since it was not yet eight and the office was practically empty, she managed to slip away smoothly.
Only, instead of her usual walk, Song Xi hailed a taxi home.
She was profoundly grateful she lived in an elevator building.
Collapsing onto the sofa, Song Xi didn’t immediately run to wash up—mostly because Jiang Yanzhou had actually cleaned her up quite thoroughly.
Picking up the bag she had tossed on the floor yesterday, she dumped the contents right out onto the coffee table.
Staring back at her was a full stack of medical checkup reports—all five copies of them.