Su Li was his kept woman for four years. During the day, she was a dedicated secretary, and at night, she was his affectionate 'partner.'
One day, rumors spread within their circle th...
"You're mine. Without my permission, you can't get hurt anywhere on your body, understand?"
"I'm just worried that Mr. John might get hurt, which would delay your project signing."
Quan Ye suddenly picked her up horizontally, and Su Li gasped and hugged his neck.
He placed her on the table and looked down at her injured hand.
To Su Li's astonishment, he gently took her hand and applied medicine to it.
The movements were clumsy, yet cautious.
Looking at his handsome features, she couldn't help but swallow.
The word "gentle" actually came to mind when she thought of him.
Quan Ye applied the medicine to her and wrapped it with a strip of cloth.
"Thank you, Mr. Quan."
"How are you planning to thank me, hmm?"
Her face flushed with shyness, and her beautiful eyes flickered as she dared not look him in the eye.
"Then let's repay with our bodies."
Quan Ye pulled her into his arms and lowered his head to kiss her deeply.
Soon, his lips moved downwards.
He ripped open her white shirt.
The moment warmth covers the soft texture.
She almost cried out.
...
"Miss Song, what brings you here?"
Outside the president's office, Song Wan walked gracefully in, looking radiant and beautiful thanks to her meticulously dressed appearance.
"Assistant Xu, can't I come?"
"That's not what I meant. It's just that Mr. Quan is still busy."
"It's alright, I just made some soup myself and brought it over for him to try."
Song Wan walked straight towards the president's office.
Xu Ming didn't stop him, but simply instructed his assistant, "Go downstairs to the tea room and prepare some tea for Miss Song."
"Assistant Xu, is the tea room on this floor no longer usable?"
"Yes, it's closed today."
...
Song Wan entered the office and found it empty.
She placed the teapot on the coffee table and went to the desk to help tidy up the surface.
"Mr. Quan is usually busy with work, so I come to see him occasionally. He should be very happy."
Thinking of this, a sweet smile appeared on her lips.
Soon, the assistant brought in tea.
"What has Master Quan been busy with all day? Why isn't he back yet?"
“Miss Song, Mr. John is coming today, and Mr. Quan is busy for the time being. Please wait a moment.”
"Hmm." She looked around and suddenly asked, "By the way, where's your very beautiful Secretary Su? I haven't seen her since I came here."
"Secretary Su was slightly injured when she went to pick up Mr. John this morning, and she should be getting her wound bandaged now."
"So dedicated."
Song Wan waved her hand, signaling her assistant to leave first.
*
School tomorrow.
In a classroom for second-year junior high students, a group of parents and students sat in their respective seats.
After the homeroom teacher finished speaking, students and parents were given twenty minutes to have a self-examination.
However, most parents couldn't help but look back.
Su Chen looked at the gazes directed at him, his handsome face full of helplessness, wishing he could just disappear on the spot.
"Sister Sangsang, it would have been better if you hadn't come at all. I wouldn't have felt guilty."
Meng Sangsang propped her head up with one hand, her beautiful, flawless face looking relaxed and carefree, her fingers, painted with red nail polish, flipping through her notebook.
Hearing this, she gently tapped his head, "You brat, what are you saying? You really dislike your sister Sangsang that much?"
"You're so beautiful and dressed so nicely. All the uncles and brothers are looking at you, and even our male teacher is staring at you. You can imagine, I'm going to be harassed by my classmates tomorrow."
His classmates kept pestering him for Sangsang's contact information.
Thinking of that scene, Su Chen's little face scrunched up like a meat bun.
Meng Sangsang smiled and said, "Then let your sister come next time."
“It’s even worse if my sister comes. I didn’t want you to attend the parent-teacher conference in the first place. You’re all so busy with work and you still have to take care of me. It’s so tiring.”
"You little rascal, you're quite considerate."
"Of course, because you're all such beautiful women."