His warm breath brushed against her ear, and her nostrils were filled with his scent.

It has a flavor that is a blend of subtle mint and tobacco notes.

"How would you like me to thank you, Mr. Lu? Shall I treat you to a meal?"

Qiao Zhen felt a shiver run through her body and kept a safe distance from him without making a sound.

Noticing her little movements, Lu Zheng didn't mind. He picked up a strand of Qiao Zhen's hair and sniffed it.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, and he looked somewhat pleased.

It seemed like it had been so long since he had smelled Qiao Zhen's scent, so long that he had almost forgotten it.

"Isn't that a bit too superficial? Perhaps you could consider thanking me in other ways."

Qiao Zhen turned around and pulled her hair back from Lu Zheng's hand.

"How can eating be superficial? As the saying goes, food is the most important thing for people. Inviting someone to dinner is the most reasonable thing to do."

She gave a fake smile and deliberately kept her distance from him.

"I don't think so. I just think your sincerity is lacking. What do you think?"

Lu Zheng saw through Qiao Zhen's thoughts at a glance.

I just wanted to keep my distance from him, but he wouldn't listen.

The more you try to keep your distance, the more he wants to get closer.

The two men, one retreating and the other advancing cautiously, closed in closely.

"What does Mr. Lu want? As long as it's within my power, I will definitely do it." Qiao Zhen swallowed hard and finally said those words.

She knew what awaited her after saying those words.

But there was no other way at the moment. If she didn't do this, she was worried that Lu Zheng would do something inhuman in the office the next second.

"What do you think I want?" Lu Zheng asked instead of answering.

What does he want? Qiao Zhen doesn't even need to think to know what Lu Zheng wants.

She just wanted her, she said, looking at Lu Zheng with a complicated expression.

In her mind, two little figures were fighting. One told her that it was nothing, that it was okay to sacrifice a little to get what she wanted, and the other told her that she couldn't get too involved with Lu Zheng, because once she got involved, she wouldn't be able to get away.

Seeing her silence, Lu Zheng didn't urge her, but just quietly watched her.

After a while, Qiao Zhen finally managed to open her mouth.

Seeing her like this, Lu Zheng suddenly laughed. Before she could speak, he said, "Come to my house tonight."

Qiao Zhen neither refused nor agreed.

She returned to her office in a daze, without taking any documents with her.

Song Siyi looked at her with some concern. She wanted to go over and check on her, but then she saw Lu Zheng's assistant come out from inside.

"Miss Qiao, this is what Mr. Lu asked me to bring to you." The assistant handed over the documents she had missed.

Hearing what the assistant said, the office colleagues all craned their necks to look, wanting to see what Lu Zheng had asked the assistant to bring her.

Seeing that it was a stack of documents, he turned his head away.

"Thank you," Qiao Zhen said weakly.

Seeing her like this, the assistant was a little curious about what was wrong with her. Just now in the office, she seemed quite happy to see these projects, so why was she so listless now?

Although she was very curious, her professional ethics prevented her from gossiping about her.

Song Siyi is different now. As soon as her assistant left, she immediately went to gossip about what she had been doing in President Lu's office for so long.

Qiao Zhen had no time to pay attention to her and only glanced at the documents her assistant had brought.

She didn't pay any attention and just opened it to take a look.

She closed the book immediately after seeing its contents.

Good heavens! President Lu actually assigned Qiao Zhen such a difficult task.

"If you're being given a hard time by President Lu, just blink!"

Qiao Zhen rolled her eyes at her without saying a word, signaling with her eyes for her to get lost.

Feeling awkward, Song Siyi left.

After getting off work in the evening, Qiao Zhen had no interest in working and didn't want to go downstairs so early.

She knew Lu Zheng would be waiting at the door, so she didn't want to go down so early.

She only slowly packed her things and went downstairs when the clock hands pointed to nine o'clock.

As expected, when they arrived at the door, they saw that flashy car. When she got out, Lu Zheng rolled down the window.

Qiao Zhen stared intently at Lu Zheng, somewhat hesitant.

"So slow, did you eat snails?" After she got into the car, Lu Zheng glanced at her and asked in a deep voice.

Qiao Zhen smiled but didn't say anything, gripping her bag tightly with both hands.

He naturally knew why Qiao Zhen was taking so long to come down, and he also knew why she was walking so slowly.

But he didn't want to expose her; as long as she came to his side, nothing else mattered.

At this time of day, there are fewer cars on the road.

Even if Qiao Zhen prayed in her heart, it would be in vain; she would pass through with all green lights.

The traffic was so smooth that she even wondered if Lu Zheng had bribed the traffic lights.

As soon as he entered the room, Lu Zheng impatiently ripped off his tie and stared intently at Qiao Zhen.

"No, I haven't finished eating yet," Qiao Zhen said, dodging his movements.

"You're skipping dinner to avoid me?"

"With so many projects, how am I supposed to have time to eat?" Even when she was exposed, she still talked nonsense with a straight face.

She spent the whole day in a daze, unable to concentrate on her work. She only glanced at those projects when she was in Lu Zheng's office.

I haven't opened it since.

Lu Zheng chuckled, flicked her nose, and gazed at her with a deep, unsettling look.

"Alright, I'll make you some noodles." With that, he elegantly rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the kitchen.

Qiao Zhen bit her lip, wanting to refuse but finding it difficult to speak.

She sat on the sofa, listening to the sounds coming from the kitchen, her feelings growing increasingly complicated.

Lu Zheng treated her very well, almost to an absurd degree.

It would be even better if he didn't stay by her side with ulterior motives.

Thinking of this, Qiao Zhen gave a bitter smile, her gaze fixed on Lu Zheng's figure in the kitchen.

She watched Lu Zheng's busy figure and felt a little drowsy.

"Wake up, eat something to fill your stomach first." She was awakened by Lu Zheng's voice after an unknown amount of time.

She looked at Lu Zheng with sleepy eyes, momentarily unable to distinguish between reality and dream. She hugged Lu Zheng's head and gave him a quick kiss.

Lu Zheng paused for a moment, then hugged her and responded fiercely.

The freshly cooked noodles lay forlornly on the coffee table, while Lu Zheng had already carried the person off the sofa.

What followed was a natural progression; by the time Qiao Zhen regained consciousness, she was already pinned down by Lu Zheng.

She tried to speak, but Lu Zheng silenced her with a kiss, preventing her from uttering a single word.

After a period of intimacy, Qiao Zhen quickly became infatuated and was immediately captivated.

When I regained consciousness, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

Qiao Zhen got out of bed, but her legs went weak and she fell to the ground. Not only were her legs weak and powerless, but she also felt a dull pain in her lower back.

What kind of drug did Lu Zheng take? He's so powerful!

While rubbing her lower back, Qiao Zhen cursed Lu Zheng, that bastard, in her heart.

"Feeling unwell?" Lu Zheng, who had been expected to go to work, appeared at the door, holding a steaming bowl of porridge.

Upon seeing Lu Zheng, Qiao Zhen rolled her eyes at him and glared at him fiercely.