A refreshing fragrance wafted towards him, and with a lingering warmth, the gentle touch of the opposite sex made Lin Congzhi really want to step forward and bite the exquisite woman in front of him.

Looking at Lin Congzhi's wolfish yet helpless gaze, Jiang Yimei couldn't help but chuckle to herself.

Actually, when you think about it, Lin Congzhi is quite adorable. He obeys her every command and has never forced her again since that rape and forced kiss.

If this man had treated her this well even once before, there wouldn't have been a third party involved.

The past cannot be undone; let's face reality.

After writing the last word, he put down his pen and returned the notebook and pen to Lin Congzhi.

"The IOU has been written, and I will pay you back within a few years."

Lin Congzhi didn't even glance at it, immediately closing the notebook and staring intently at Jiang Yimei, his eyes never leaving her for a moment.

Jiang Yimei raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised: "Aren't you going to take a look?"

If she tampered with the IOU, Lin Congzhi would never get the money back.

Lin Congzhi parted his thin lips, revealing his pearly white teeth, and said in a seemingly serious but ambiguous tone, "Compared to money, I prefer to look at you in the fading light."

"Glib-tongued".

After uttering a rebuke, Jiang Yimei turned and walked towards her office.

But after turning around, a barely perceptible auntie smile appeared on her face.

Lin Congzhi didn't see it, but he wanted to keep Jiang Yimei from leaving, and then he hurriedly called out the two words he had been wanting to say: "Yiyi!"

Upon hearing those two words, Jiang Yimei's entire body trembled.

This was the way Lin Congzhi addressed her seven years ago, something she had longed for day and night, something she had dreamed of.

She had always felt that Lin Congzhi calling her that would be like heavenly music, and indeed it was; she truly heard that "heavenly music" that belonged to her.

Lin Congzhi narrowed his eyes slightly, also noticing Jiang Yimei's slight movement.

He used to be too afraid to call her that because of school and his relationship with his classmates, but now that he's an adult, he's no longer afraid and will definitely say it whenever he gets the chance, to see how Jiang Yimei feels.

If he feels nothing, then he's the one who's being sentimental.

If he senses something, then he still has a chance.

Now, Jiang Yimei has provided the answer.

"This girl is quite the actress."

A mocking smile crept across his face, and he waited quietly for the other party's questions or criticisms.

Seven years had passed, and too much had happened. Jiang Yimei could no longer enjoy this heavenly voice, so she darkened her face, turned around, and angrily rebuked, "Lin Congzhi, are we that close? Don't call me that again!"

Lin Congzhi remained calm in the face of danger and argued logically: "We've been classmates for so long, aren't we close enough?"

"We're just classmates, please call me as a classmate! Of course, at the company, you can only call me General Manager Jiang."

Jiang Yimei angrily rebuked him, her expression extremely fierce, especially when she said the words "President Jiang," leaving Lin Congzhi no chance to refute her.

Lin Congzhi sighed, admitting defeat: "Alright, President Jiang, have you forgotten something?"

Jiang Yimei frowned and asked curiously, "What is it?"

“You seem to have forgotten to ask me for my bank card number, or WeChat/Alipay account,” Lin Congzhi replied.

Jiang Yimei almost forgot about it if it hadn't been brought up.

A transfer requires an account number. Should I use a bank card account, or a WeChat or Alipay account?