The villa's floor-to-ceiling windows were bathed in the faint light of five in the morning. Yu Jiuyuan traced the red marks on Rong Shenghan's nape with her fingertips, her tone languid from just waking up: "Today is the signing ceremony for the Su Group. Are you sure you want to come with me?"

The man wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, gently rubbing his chin against the top of her head. His silk nightgown slipped off her shoulders, revealing large patches of ambiguous bruises: "Isn't it reasonable for the student council president and vice president to attend together?"

He traced the curve of her waist with his fingertips in an ambiguous way. "Besides... who was it last night who cried and said they couldn't live without me?"

Yu Jiuyuan turned around and pressed down on his restless hand, her innocent smile tinged with cold light: "Rong Shenghan, don't forget we're still in a cold war."

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow, then suddenly leaned down and bit her lip, only releasing her when he tasted blood. His tone was nonchalant. "So why didn't you mention giving me the cold shoulder these past three days when you were begging for mercy beneath me?"

My phone vibrated on the bedside table, and the words "Xie Zhecheng" appeared on the screen.

Yu Jiuyuan pushed him away and answered the phone, her voice instantly switching to a sweet and gentle tone: "President Xie, good morning."

"The Su family's car is already waiting for you outside the villa."

Xie Zhecheng's voice was as cold as ice, and the rustling sound of turning over documents could be heard in the background. "I've checked the contract details again. You don't need to bring a copy."

"Thank you for your hard work." She drew out the last syllable of her voice. As she hung up the phone, she caught a glimpse of Rong Shenghan slowly tying his tie, deliberately leaving two buttons undone at the collar, revealing the teeth marks she had left on his collarbone.

Stop acting like that. Yu Jiuyuan threw off the covers and got out of bed, her bare feet stepping onto the cashmere carpet. "The Su family is very shrewd. Don't cause me any trouble."

As Yu Jiuyuan smoothed out the wrinkles in her champagne-colored fishtail skirt in front of the mirror, she heard a soft rustling sound of fabric rubbing against her back.

Rong Shenghan leaned against the door frame, his bathrobe hanging loosely around his waist, water droplets sliding down his collarbone and into his honey-colored skin.

His gaze swept over her bare back, and he tapped his fingertips on the door frame: "Do you need any help?"

The girl in the mirror turned around, and her skirt rippled with light as she moved, like scales polished by moonlight.

Her face wore her usual innocent smile, but the corners of her eyes held a hint of nonchalant provocation: "Vice President Rong, do you think I need help tying my skirt, or something else, dressed like this?"

The redness and swelling from when he locked me in the house and tormented me three days ago haven't completely subsided yet. The mark he bit on my lower back is right next to the edge of my skirt, and it itch with the slightest movement.

Rong Shenghan watched her bending down to put on her high heels and suddenly smiled: "I'm more worried about Xie Zhecheng than the Su family."

He walked behind her and adjusted the pearl chain on the back of her dress, his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally brushing against her shoulder blades. "After all... someone called my name last night."

At 10:00 AM, the signing ceremony between Saint Sakura Academy and Su's Group was held at the downtown exhibition hall.

When Yu Jiuyuan arrived, Xie Zhecheng was already standing at the registration desk checking the process sheet. His silver-gray suit was pressed without a single wrinkle, and when his gaze swept over her from behind his gold-rimmed glasses, there was an imperceptible fluctuation hidden in the cold light reflected from the lenses.

"President Yu." He nodded slightly, his fingertips pausing on the edge of the folder. "The zipper on your skirt is crooked."

Yu Jiuyuan raised an eyebrow. Light footsteps came from behind her, and Rong Shenghan appeared behind her at some point. His warm palm slid down her spine, and his fingertips deftly pulled the zipper to the top.

His fingertips deliberately brushed against the skin at her tailbone, his voice low and ambiguous, only the two of them could understand: "Have you forgotten all the standing posture I taught you last night?"

Yu Jiuyuan didn't turn around, but simply raised her hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. The small diamonds on her earrings reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight: "Vice President, you should take care of your tie first."

Rong Shenghan's tie was indeed crooked. The light gray striped tie hung loosely around his neck, looking as if it had been crumpled or mishandled.

As he bent down to straighten his tie, Xie Zhecheng's gaze fell on Yu Jiuyuan's bare back, and his Adam's apple bobbed almost imperceptibly.

The champagne-colored fishtail skirt accentuates the smooth curves of the body, while the open back design makes the shoulder blades appear even more delicate. A pearl chain hangs down from the back of the neck, just enough to cover the faint bite mark.

She wore a polite smile, and when she nodded to Xie Zhecheng who was walking towards her, even the curve of her eyes was just right.

Xie Zhecheng's voice was as cold as ever, but his gaze lingered behind her for half a second before shifting away. "I've had the legal department double-check the contract, and there's no problem."

"Thank you for your hard work, President Xie." Yu Jiuyuan raised her hand to tidy up the stray hairs by her ear, her fingertips inadvertently brushing against his sleeve. "I heard you stayed up for three nights in a row for this project?"

Xie Zhecheng's eyelashes trembled slightly. He neither admitted nor denied it, but simply said, "It's only right."

Rong Shenghan chuckled softly behind her, reaching out to put his arm around her waist, the movement as natural as if he had rehearsed it a thousand times: "We can't let President Xie work so hard on the cooperation between Shenghan Group and Shengying."

He looked at Xie Zhecheng, his eyes gentle yet carrying an unmistakable possessiveness. "Right?"

Xie Zhecheng didn't reply, and turned to walk towards the signing table.

Yu Jiuyuan felt the hand around her waist tighten even more. When she turned her head to look at Rong Shenghan, he was staring at the entrance not far away, his eyes slightly darkened.

Lin Yanran has arrived.

The boy was wearing an ill-fitting suit, his tie was crooked, and he had obvious impatience on his face.

His father stood beside him, his face ashen as he muttered something under his breath. When he saw Yu Jiuyuan, he managed a forced smile: "President Yu, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

"Mr. Lin, you're too kind." Yu Jiuyuan released Rong Shenghan's hand, stepped forward to shake his hand, and glanced at Lin Yanran's tense profile. "Yanran looks very energetic today."

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