She could already sense that Lin Congzhi's advances were malicious.

To verify this guess, she feigned doubt: "Is that really true?"

Lin Congzhi remained calm and composed, replying without blushing, "The real deal."

This cunning and treacherous jackal, whose mouth is full of lies, is truly scheming and treacherous.

Jiang Yimei was furious and immediately built a city wall to stop the jackals from entering the city.

Now that the play has come to this point, she's curious to see what other tricks Lin Congzhi has up his sleeve.

"But didn't you just say that you would wait until I arrived before..."

Whether sensing he was about to give himself away or growing impatient with the questioning, Lin Congzhi frowned, his eyes flashing with a fierce light: "I don't like being interrogated; so... are you going to keep asking?"

Even across the table, Jiang Yimei could feel Lin Congzhi's arrogance and domineering nature.

However, she was not afraid, because she had already built an unbreakable wall, and her heart was no longer capable of fear or emotion.

After a series of tests, she came to a startling conclusion: Lin Congzhi was pursuing her.

If she hadn't seen through this cold-blooded wolf's true colors before, she might have foolishly fallen into his carefully laid sweet trap.

"Cough cough!"

She cleared her throat twice, breaking the eerily silent atmosphere, and spoke in a sweet, melodious voice, getting straight to the point: "Manager Lin, now that we've met, let me get straight to the point."

Shedding his cold exterior, Lin Congzhi revealed a tender expression, casually interrupting, "No rush, I want to look at you a little longer."

"You bastard, you wicked pervert! Do you think I don't know what you're up to? Let me tell you, a person can't fall in the same place twice."

Calming her burning hatred, Jiang Yimei spoke with composure and elegance, yet her words were ruthless: "Manager Lin, I think we both need to be more self-aware, after all, we are just superiors and subordinates."

Lin Congzhi was somewhat disgusted by Jiang Yimei's aloof and unapproachable manner. A chilling glint flashed in his eyes as he openly and seriously warned, "When someone is in a bad mood, nothing you say to them will make a difference."

"Fine! You have all the power and influence, so you call the shots!"

With a look of disgust and speechlessness in her heart, Jiang Yimei shut her helpless little mouth, lowered her head, looked around, and kept avoiding Lin Congzhi's fierce yet provocative eyes.

Even so, Lin Congzhi still loved her, loved her to the point of obsession.

After casting his deep, unbridled gaze upon Jiang Yimei, he then greedily and thirstily plundered every inch of her fair skin and every exquisitely beautiful face.

Having confirmed that she was fully clothed, Jiang Yimei was no longer afraid of Lin Congzhi's fiery and seductive gaze, allowing him to scan her.

The burning gaze seemed to roam freely, sweeping from her beautiful hair, forehead, eyebrows, and phoenix eyes down to her fair neck. When it finally settled, the intense gaze intensified.

Feeling a burning sensation in her chest, Jiang Yimei, who couldn't find the cause, looked up and caught sight of Lin Congzhi's hungry gaze. She was immediately terrified, her face turning pale, and she instinctively covered her chest with her hand.

This man, who used to be aloof and detached from worldly affairs, is now like a lecherous wolf that's almost out of control, indiscriminately preying on any visible beauty. Why is this? Is he lonely and empty? Or is his energy too abundant, burning his body to the brink? Or perhaps, am I too beautiful, dressed too sexily?

It seems that reaching sexual maturity is a terrifying thing, as it can turn a boy who was more abstinent than a celestial being into a lustful demon with boundless desires.

But why doesn't she have that feeling of being desperate for food?

"Am I not fully developed yet?"

I glanced at my chest instinctively and realized that...

"cough!"

After a brief moment of awkwardness, she lowered her head, trying her best to use her thick, beautiful hair to cover the world below her neck.

"Tick-tock! Tick-tock!"

Time passed slowly, and whether it was out of weariness or pity for Jiang Yimei's desperate defense, Lin Congzhi, who had been domineering for a long time, finally spoke slowly: "Speak, why did you ask me to come out?"

Jiang Yimei breathed a sigh of relief. If Lin Congzhi hadn't said anything, she would have developed depression.

Composing herself, she mustered her spirits and began, "Resignation letter..."

After saying just three words, Lin Congzhi suddenly stopped the spoon that had been spinning along the side of the cup in his hand.

Jiang Yimei also noticed this subtle action and immediately fell silent.

After a few seconds of silence, the small white spoon continued to spin, followed by a clear, languid voice: "You want to ask if I've submitted my resignation letter, right?"