Song Xi struggled and resisted, but it had zero effect.
She lost the freedom of her hands, and even the single red narrow skirt she had left on was stripped away, pooling on the floor.
What was even more outrageous was that this jerk Jiang Yanzhou still wouldn’t let her lie down.
With no other choice, Song Xi closed her eyes as the man gently nibbled her earlobe and asked in a low voice,
“Secretary Song, are you satisfied?”
Pressing her lips tightly together, Song Xi regretted it all over again, wondering if her brain really had been flooded with water!
Otherwise, why on earth would she have used the excuse of being “unsatisfied with President Jiang’s performance last night” as her reason for handing in her resignation and wanting a clean break?
A warm, large hand lightly pinched her slender waist as Jiang Yanzhou slowly continued,
“If you’re not satisfied, then I suppose I’ll just have to keep going…”
Song Xi immediately blurted out, “Satisfied, I’m extremely satisfied.”
Her voice was already so hoarse it barely sounded human, and she collapsed directly into Jiang Yanzhou’s arms.
She felt as though her entire body had turned to mush; sitting up under her own power was completely out of the question.
Glancing at the clothes scattered across the floor, Song Xi had the distinct illusion that they were separated by a distance of a hundred thousand miles.
She had no choice but to look up and silently appeal to Jiang Yanzhou for help. Instead of offering any assistance, however, the man asked with unhurried poise,
“Secretary Song, shouldn’t you ask me if I am satisfied?”
Noticing that Jiang Yanzhou was still impeccably dressed, Song Xi gave a soft huff. “Then are you satisfied?”
“Not yet.” Sweeping Song Xi up into his arms, Jiang Yanzhou carried her straight into the bathroom.
With a veneer of mock gentlemanliness, the President looked down at the delicate creature in his arms and asked,
“Secretary Song, would you prefer a joint shower, or a joint soak in the tub?”
With a face full of stubborn defiance, Song Xi replied, “A soak! If you dare make me stand again, I’ll bite you to death.”
Lowering Song Xi into the oversized bathtub, Jiang Yanzhou flashed a devilishly enchanting smile. “Is Secretary Song a little rabbit? No wonder you’re so cute!”
The compliment brought zero joy to the Secretary’s heart.
When a sheep provokes a wolf, the consequences are disastrous—let alone a rabbit!
Though the bathtub looked massive and easily capable of holding several people, once filled, it felt suffocatingly small, leaving Song Xi with nowhere at all to run.
Without needing her to lift a finger, Jiang Yanzhou washed her thoroughly from head to toe, leaving her smelling wonderfully sweet.
Song Xi had long since abandoned all thoughts of resistance. Since her time left in this world was short, she might as well just “enjoy” it!
The moment her head hit the mattress, Song Xi treated the President to a masterclass in falling asleep within seconds.
Tucking a thin quilt over her, Jiang Yanzhou wrapped his arms around her from behind.
“Mmph…”
She was already fast asleep, yet Jiang Yanzhou was truly incorrigible—his hands began roaming all over her body in every direction possible.
This was a blatant attempt to keep her from getting any sleep at all!
“Secretary Song, you can’t be this selfish.”
Jiang Yanzhou’s words successfully forced Song Xi’s eyes to snap open.
“How on earth am I being selfish? Spell it out for me.”
Brushing his lips against her ear, Jiang Yanzhou enunciated every single syllable clearly.
“You only cared about your own satisfaction without a single thought for mine—if that isn’t selfishness, what is?”
Song Xi: “…”
His logic was airtight, leaving her utterly speechless and unable to refute a single word.
Rolling over to face him, she gave the President a look of pitiful, heart-wrenching vulnerability.
“Can we save it for next time? I’m exhausted right now and I really want to sleep.”
The President’s expression darkened slightly. “When is ‘next time’?”
“How about Saturday night?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Too long to wait.”
Today was Tuesday. In the past, Song Xi would have felt that Saturday was an eternity away and wished the days would fly by.
Right now, however, she found herself wishing time would slow down—slower and slower—because she still had so many, many things she wanted to do.
Giving her no chance to say another word, the man descended upon her in a kiss of absolute, overbearing dominance.
“Be a good girl, just lie back and take it…”
Wuwuwu! Even lying down was exhausting, okay?!
Song Xi was so tired she lacked even the energy to curse Jiang Yanzhou in her head. Just before slipping into unconsciousness, a single thought crossed her mind: I still haven’t taken my medicine; tomorrow I absolutely have to go home first thing to take my pills.
Whether she had just fallen asleep or had been out for hours, Song Xi was eventually jolted awake by the blaring alarm on her phone, finding her entire body curled up snugly inside Jiang Yanzhou’s embrace.
Unlike yesterday morning, when she had scrambled in a blind panic to find her clothes and get dressed, Song Xi slowly and carefully wriggled her way out of Jiang Yanzhou’s arms.
The second she lifted her gaze, however, she crashed straight into the man’s chilling, razor-sharp stare.
“Secretary Song, you aren’t planning to suggest a clean break with me again, are you?”
Shrinking her neck back, Song Xi asked with a look of helpless, tiny vulnerability, “Surely the President doesn’t want to hook up a few more times?”
With a sweep of his long arm, Jiang Yanzhou trapped her entire body back against his chest.
“Say those words you just uttered one more time.”
Song Xi folded instantly. Right now, she was nothing more than a lamb—no, a rabbit—waiting to be slaughtered!
“I, I wasn’t saying anything just now. President, did you mishear?”
Feeling intensely nervous, Song Xi clutched the edges of her nightgown tightly with both hands.
Wait a minute! Where did this nightgown come from?
Song Xi hurriedly glanced down. It was a sapphire-blue silk slip dress with delicate spaghetti straps.
The cut was exquisite, and the fabric felt even better to the touch; it definitely wasn’t cheap.
“President, is this nightgown something you specially prepared for me?”
What Song Xi actually wanted to ask was: This isn’t your ex-girlfriend’s nightgown, is it?!
Ignoring her question entirely, Jiang Yanzhou scooped her up and carried her straight into the walk-in closet.
Her eyes widening into huge, round circles, Song Xi discovered not just nightgowns, but casual wear, professional office suits, and even intimate undergarments neatly organized on the shelves.
She picked up a goose-yellow professional suit to check the size, and it was an absolute, flawless fit.
Immediately afterward, she checked the undergarments.
A blazing flush washed over her face—yes, they were precisely her size.
Without even realizing it, her feet carried her over to the glass display cabinet lined with designer handbags.
Good grief! A single shelf of bags like this—even if she worked for ten years straight without eating or drinking—wasn’t something she could guarantee she’d ever be able to afford.
“Secretary Song, if you’re late, I’m still going to dock your pay.”
At the magic words “dock your pay,” Song Xi spun around on pure conditioned reflex, only to find the President standing there in a tailored suit, looking devastatingly, tragically handsome.
She had been so distracted by the bags she hadn’t even noticed when the President had changed his clothes.
Having already been late by several hours yesterday, Song Xi decided it would be wise to exercise a bit of restraint today.
Lifting her red lips, she pasted on a polite yet awkward smile.
“President, am I actually allowed to wear these clothes?”
“No. They’re for ghosts.”
Despite his deadpan words, the President’s hands had already reached out to grab the very same goose-yellow professional suit Song Xi had been examining moments ago.
Giving her zero opportunity to refuse, he shoved the outfit directly into her arms.
“You have five minutes to change yourself, or else I’ll help you change.”
The moment the President stepped out of the walk-in closet, Song Xi didn’t dare waste a single second, dropping the suit and lunging for the undergarments.
True to his word, the moment the five-minute mark hit, Jiang Yanzhou strode right back into the walk-in closet.
A freshly dressed Song Xi: “…”
Brushing past her, the President opened the glass cabinet, retrieved a silver handbag, and thrust it straight into Song Xi’s hands.
When dealing with items worth tens of thousands of yuan, the President could be just a tiny bit crude!
Catching the bag securely, Song Xi managed to say, “President, I have my own bag.”
Though her own bag had only cost a little over twenty thousand yuan, she had bought it specifically to keep up appearances.
Whenever she went out for casual outings on the weekend, Song Xi always carried a canvas tote bag that cost a few dozen bucks.
Looking thoughtful, the President mused, “If I were to toss your bag straight into the trash can, would that mean you no longer have a bag?”
Song Xi broke into an absolute sprint. Seeing her own old bag resting safely on the coffee table, she finally let out a massive sigh of relief.
No longer hesitating, she quickly transferred the contents of her cheap bag into the six-figure luxury handbag.
Without having to spend a single cent, being forced into a full head-to-toe set of luxury items—why was her wicked, rebellious smile so agonizingly hard to suppress?!
Song Xi hurried into the bathroom to wash up, staring at her own reflection in the mirror with genuine, unadulterated delight.
Before dying, getting to flaunt a bag worth hundreds of thousands meant she could die completely without regrets.
The breakfast prepared by the household staff was lavish and sumptuous. Song Xi ate with absolute gusto, making zero attempt to maintain a demure facade in front of the President.
Her only thought was to make the most of her healthy appetite and shovel in as much as she possibly could!
Today, Song Xi didn’t have to drive; a professional chauffeur was at the wheel.
Sitting beside Jiang Yanzhou in the back seat, Song Xi beamed with radiant smiles. “President, with all these items, I’d like to make a quick stop at my apartment first.”
Those two massive bags of groceries she had panic-bought at the supermarket last night needed to be deposited at her place so they could truly become hers!
Of course, the primary motivation was that Song Xi urgently needed to go home and take her meds.
When the car pulled to a smooth stop right downstairs from her apartment building, Jiang Yanzhou stepped out alongside her and even offered to carry the two heavy bags for her.
The color drained instantly from Song Xi’s face, leaving it as pale as a sheet of white paper.