Chapter 73 Aftermath "Didn't you enjoy it last night?"

As dawn broke, Tang Yi struggled to open her eyes.

Exhausted, she shifted her body and suddenly realized that an arm was wrapped around her and the blanket, holding her tightly.

Tang Yi turned her head and saw Zhang Minglang's face, which was still closed. He had one hand pressing down on the blanket, naturally revealing the red crescent-shaped marks and red marks on his arm and shoulder.

Tang Yi knew very well that those were marks left by her fingernails and lips.

It was quiet outside the window, and Tang Yi guessed it was still early. She turned over in bed, facing Zhang Minglang, and quietly looked at his face.

Tang Yi found it novel to have seen a man so closely before.

She suddenly noticed that he was shirtless, and then looked down at herself, who was wearing a nightgown haphazardly.

So the absurdity of the previous night, and the scene of him holding her while showering in the bathroom afterward, inevitably crept into her mind.

Amidst the swirling steam and the soothing sound of running water, he held the showerhead, his hands inevitably caressing every inch of her body, then he took a towel and began to dry her thoroughly...

The image became increasingly blurry, and Tang Yi closed her eyes.

What was she doing at that time?

I think I fainted from exhaustion.

Tang Yi, supporting herself on the edge of the bed, stepped out of his arms, intending to go to the bathroom to wash up, but couldn't find her slippers by the bed. As she looked down in confusion, certain memories flooded back.

Yesterday, it seemed like she was walking in the door and... she remembered the sound of her high heels hitting the floor...

She remained silent for a while, then walked out barefoot.

However, the living room was surprisingly tidy. The high heels, which should have been scattered around, were neatly arranged along the baseboard, side by side with Zhang Minglang's glossy leather shoes.

The blanket was picked up from the floor and draped neatly over the back of the sofa, showing no sign of the abuse it had suffered yesterday.

Tang Yi looked away, secretly trying to figure out what time Zhang Minglang had gone to bed last night. How did he still have the energy to help her take a bath and tidy up all the mess outside?

She held her aching back with one hand, and could only barely stand by leaning against the marble sink.

Tang Yi squeezed out the toothpaste and brushed her teeth in front of the mirror when she suddenly heard something fall to the ground with a crisp, clear sound. It rolled a long way before stopping.

She squinted her slightly nearsighted eyes and looked in the direction of the sound; it was a button.

button.

Tang Yi bent down, picked it up, and placed it in her palm. When she stood up again, her cheeks were tinged with an unnatural red.

Some scenes flashed back again.

The air behind her suddenly stopped flowing, and before she could turn around, she was already firmly embraced by a large figure.

Zhang Minglang buried his head in the crook of her neck and gently rubbed against her, causing a ticklish sensation. Tang Yi shivered.

Zhang Minglang immediately pulled her closer. His voice was slurred, as if he wasn't fully awake yet: "Are you cold?"

Tang Yi tried to break free, but found it was completely futile, so she simply let him be.

She laboriously moved to the mirror to continue brushing her teeth, while Zhang Minglang, like a koala, clung to her back and swaggered along with her to the mirror.

"I'm brushing my teeth, let go of me."

Hearing Tang Yi's soft protest, Zhang Minglang indeed loosened his grip a little. He reached out to grab the toothbrush and cup, his skin brushing against her hair, and Tang Yi suddenly realized with a start that he wasn't wearing any clothes on his upper body!

"Zhang Minglang, go get dressed!" Tang Yi looked up at the man in the mirror and warned, "The temperature isn't high this morning, what if you catch a cold and get a fever?"

Zhang Minglang seemed not to hear her. His arms were still around her waist, and he even brushed his teeth in that position. His chest was pressed against her back, and every movement brought subtle friction and vibration.

After they both rinsed their mouths, Tang Yi put down her cup and prepared to push him away and leave. However, seeing that she was about to leave, Zhang Minglang deliberately reached out to put down the cup. Tang Yi was startled by his sudden forward movement and lost her balance, her body lurching forward.

In her panic, she slapped her hand against the mirror with a "smack." As if seizing the opportunity, Zhang Minglang reached out and covered her hand with his own.

Tang Yi's eyelashes fluttered.

Bad posture.

Zhang Minglang finally found an opportunity. He used his arm to lift her up and placed her on the instep of his foot to stand.

Realizing she was stepping on his foot, Tang Yi's eyes widened slightly. She tried to look down, but a low groan suddenly came from behind her.

Tang Yi keenly felt something pressing against her back, a burning heat seeping through her thin nightgown. She froze, too afraid to move.

A fine strand of hair slipped out from between her neck and his chest, which were pressed tightly together, and gently brushed against Zhang Minglang's arm.

Zhang Minglang lowered his head even further, his arms slowly rising inch by inch. His voice, characteristically hoarse, was no different from last night: "Why are you making me put on clothes? Aren't you barefoot too, huh?"

As he spoke, as if to prove something, he lifted his foot up, causing Tang Yi to tense up even more.

He reached out and brushed away the long hair clinging to her neck, replacing it with his lips. Inch by inch, his lips moved upwards, but instead of a proper kiss, he tickled her, sending shivers of pleasure through her.

"What's there to be nervous about, Tang Yi?" Zhang Minglang teased, leaning forward slightly and breathing heavily in her ear as he whispered, "Didn't you enjoy it last night?"

Tang Yi's heart was pounding, every cell was screaming with joy, and countless pleasures trembled in her body like golden bells.

Her voice trembled: "We're going to be late."

Knowing he couldn't go too far, Zhang Minglang lowered his head, took a deep breath of her fragrance on his neck, and then released her.

Tang Yi turned and left the dangerous place.

Zhang Minglang leaned against the mirror, took several deep breaths, and used all his strength to suppress certain desires.

Tang Yi rarely wore a turtleneck sweater. She had never liked wearing turtlenecks before.

She reached up and tugged at her collar, and a small red mark immediately appeared in the small mirror. Tang Yi turned her head with some resentment to look at the culprit who was gripping the steering wheel.

This man still had a conscience; he felt sorry for her back pain and offered to drive her today. However, this small contribution was far from enough to offset his outrageous behavior!

Zhang Minglang knew she was looking at him. He turned the steering wheel and smiled, "Stop glaring at me. You're clearly having a good time too."

In broad daylight, under the clear sky!

Tang Yi gave him a warning look: "Have some shame."

Zhang Minglang simply shrugged and obediently shut up.

The two maintained their principle of entering the work area one after the other, but the interval between them was no more than one minute.

The gossip among the colleagues began when the two of them stepped into the company one after the other.

Tang Jiaxin gripped the armrest of the chair and moved to Tang Yi's side, handing her the contracts and documents Tang Yi had asked her to organize the day before. As Tang Yi took them and looked through them, Tang Jiaxin casually remarked, "Is it cold outside? How can you still be wearing a turtleneck?"

Tang Yi paused in her work, blinked, and said, "I've had a bit of a cold recently, so I was thinking of wearing more clothes."

Tang Jiaxin let out a long "Oh," stared at Tang Yi's face, and suddenly said, "Hey, did you have a beauty treatment yesterday? Your skin looks so good, fair and rosy, you look so energetic."

Tang Yi looked up and smiled, her secret revealed again: "Blush."

Tang Yi was smiling, but Tang Jiaxin felt that if she asked any more questions, she would be secretly killed by Tang Yi.

So she shut up timidly and slid back in her chair.

Fang Zhen walked in from the door and saw Tang Yi staring blankly at the documents in her hands, not turning a single page for a long time.

She greeted her, and Tang Yi suddenly looked up. The black collar of her dress slipped down a little as she moved, revealing a small section of her snow-white neck.

Fang Zhen had already brushed past her when she suddenly noticed a red mark on Tang Yi's neck below her collar. She stopped and turned back, pointing at Tang Yi's neck and saying, "Secretary Tang, you have a red mark here. Is it an allergic reaction, or was it from a mosquito...?"

Before she could finish speaking, the door to the CEO's office behind her suddenly opened, and Zhang Minglang walked out. Fang Zhen's mind went blank for a moment. She turned to look at Tang Yi's barely perceptible evasive expression, then thought of CEO Zhang behind her.

Where did these mosquitoes come from in late autumn?!

As a professional food connoisseur, what could Fang Zhen not understand?

She pursed her lips tightly, waved at Tang Yi with an "I understand, I understand" look on her face, bowed and backed away, quickly slipping back to her workstation.

Zhang Minglang smiled and said, "Come to my office."

Tang Yi nodded, reached out and pulled a strand of hair from behind her ear to her face to cover her slightly flushed cheeks.

The door closed, and Zhang Minglang reached out to rub her waist, but she slapped his hand away.

"Say what's wrong quickly, don't delay my work."

Zhang Minglang's eyes darted around, and he said, "Nothing, I just wanted to ask when we're going to Ju County for a field trip?"

Tang Yi recalled, "The plan seems to be tomorrow morning."

Zhang Minglang nodded, then, remembering something, stared at her waist again: "With such a tight schedule, can you handle it?"

"Why can't I eat..." Tang Yi said, following his gaze down to her waist, and in an instant she understood everything. Her tone suddenly turned cold, "Zhang Minglang, don't you dare ask me for a beating."

The person who had been threatened raised their head and sighed, "You don't recognize me after we get out of bed. All my efforts to make you comfortable were for nothing. I listened to what you said last time about not wanting to do anything casual. After all, this kind of thing is truly about mutual pleasure..."

In broad daylight, under the clear sky!

The phrase echoed in Tang Yi's mind once again. Shame and anger compelled her to turn and walk away without looking back.

Colleagues watched as the usually calm and composed Tang Yi stormed out the door, and began to whisper among themselves. "That mouth of President Zhang! He just doesn't know how to control himself." "Those two must have argued about something again; it's definitely President Zhang's fault."

Everyone had gotten used to it, but a few colleagues who had bet on them making up in two days turned against them and joined the "two are mortal enemies" camp.

Fang Zhen, the only insider firmly on the other side, listened to their discussion, which ran counter to reality, and kept shaking his head.

They know nothing! It's just playful banter between young lovers, a way to strengthen their relationship!

Sure enough, a few hours later, President Zhang and Secretary Tang were together again. Their shoulders brushed against each other, and Fang Zhen very tactfully lagged behind a few steps, trying to keep a low profile.

Tang Yi was walking normally behind him when Zhang Minglang deliberately slowed down a few steps to walk alongside her. Because Fang Zhen, who was originally walking alongside him, took the initiative to step back, Tang Yi quickly realized that something was wrong.

She slowed her pace slightly, and Zhang Minglang also slowed down.

After several attempts, Tang Yi finally couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Zhang, with legs this long, could you walk a little faster?"

Zhang Minglang acted as if he hadn't done anything: "I didn't sleep well last night, I'm tired, so what's wrong with walking slowly?"

Tang Yi now suffers from PTSD at the mere mention of "last night." She opened her mouth, about to retort, when she suddenly realized that Fang Zhen was still with them.

So she quickly took back what she was saying and lowered her voice, saying, "Don't go too far, Fang Zhen is still here."

Zhang Minglang shrugged: "So what? She knows perfectly well enough to know."

The sheer volume of their voice and their shamelessness are outrageous.

Tang Yi and he both turned to look at Fang Zhen at the same time. Fang Zhen's upturned lips hadn't yet faded, forming a strange curve: "Wh...what's wrong?"

Tang Yi smiled and said, "It's nothing."

As she spoke, she stopped and stepped back to Fang Zhen's right. Tang Yi's right side was almost touching the wall. She glanced calmly at Zhang Minglang, raising her chin as if in a subtle provocation.

Zhang Minglang glanced at Fang Zhen's empty left side, then at Tang Yi beside him, who was so small that there was barely enough room for one person to squeeze in. Finally, he lowered his head and sneered, "If you're not going to leave, then don't."

He put his hands in his pockets and strolled leisurely toward the conference room.

Fang Zhen tightened her grip on the laptop, pinching her own flesh to stop herself from laughing out loud.

When it comes to work, Mr. Zhang is like he's possessed, always throwing tantrums and treating everyone equally with a stern face. But when it comes to dating Secretary Tang, he's the one who gets manipulated!

She thought to herself with delight that when she got back she would increase the stakes and bet on an extra meal! She could already imagine how shocked her colleagues would be when they went public with their relationship, those who had so confidently declared that the two were simply incompatible!

This bet was absolutely worth it, a real steal!