Chapter 35: After a real kiss, his back was pressed against the wall, and the kiss was deep and heavy.

It was called a kiss, but it was really no different from a one-sided assault.

The moment he pressed down on her, Ying Shixue's pupils constricted sharply, and for several seconds her mind went blank, unable to process what was happening.

Suddenly, another person's lips pressed against his. The cool, soft touch made his lips press tightly together. He could even feel the other person open their mouth, and then something warm and wet emerged from there, beginning to trace the shape of his lips.

Ying Shixue shuddered and instinctively raised her hand to push him away. Before she could even raise her arm, a hot and strong arm forcefully wrapped around her from behind, pulling her into her embrace in an almost imprisoning manner.

His upper body was firmly restrained. Enraged, Ying Shixue raised his leg to kick, but the next instant, a hard knee bone separated his thighs, pulling him back a few steps. Then, in a position from which he could not escape, he was firmly pressed against the wall.

Completely at the mercy of his opponent, Ying Shixue felt a buzzing sensation before his eyes. He couldn't help but want to curse, almost forgetting that the other person was anxiously and impatiently searching for an entrance. The moment his lips parted slightly, the tongue seized the opportunity like a snake and forced its way in.

Ying Shixue's fingertips were trembling slightly. Song Mingli had almost completely torn away the gentlemanly restraint and gentleness he had during the day, or rather, the desire for cruelty and control that he had in his bones. Like a volcano that could no longer be suppressed after being subdued, he pinched Ying Shixue's chin, forced him to tilt his head back and open his mouth to meet him, and licked into Ying Shixue's mouth in a straightforward and brutal way, plundering her wildly.

The strong, tall adult male trapped the still slender figure in his arms within the narrow space formed by the hard wall and his own body. Hips to hips, legs to legs, chests and necks pressed tightly together, their clothes intertwined.

From a distance, it looked as if a long-starved python had finally caught its long-awaited prey. An unbearable heat and an indescribable excitement shot through every nerve ending into the brain like lightning. The python coiled its body around its prey, tightening its grip as if to reveal its true intentions.

The tip of my tongue went numb from being entangled, and almost every crevice in my mouth was being explored. My tongue, which didn't belong to me, ran rampant in the narrow and soft oral cavity, stirring up wet, silvery sounds in the dim and ambiguous atmosphere.

Ying Shixue let out a low, sobbing sound from deep in her throat, forced to swallow the saliva mixed together, but more of it slipped down her lips where they met, because she didn't have time to swallow it.

He's gone mad, he's really gone mad.

Ying Shixue trembled all over, her legs naturally going weak from the kiss. Song Mingli seemed to sense this and chuckled softly. His hand, which was across Ying Shixue's back, slid down, and at the same time, he used his leg to lift her up, lifting her completely off the ground with one hand. Her back was pressed against the wall as she was kissed deeply and heavily.

The difference in physical strength and size was enormous, and Ying Shixue could hardly even push him away. All her slightest struggles were suppressed, and Song Mingli pinched her waist with one large hand, half-coaxing and half-threatening.

It was as if a ferocious beast's claws had seized a slender bird, and one had to control the force of the claws to avoid injuring the person.

Amidst the hazy, shimmering water before her eyes, Ying Shixue snapped back to reality and fiercely bit down on the tongue that was wreaking havoc in her mouth. Song Mingli winced in pain, and the metallic taste of blood filled the air between their lips and teeth.

But the other party showed no intention of backing down. Instead, taking advantage of her height, she slowly slid her hand down from his chin, gripping his neck and forcing him to tilt his head back, her slender, snow-white skin resembling a swan offering its neck to be slaughtered.

While Song Mingli sucked on him forcefully, his tongue probed deeper and deeper, even reaching his throat. He pressed hard against the root of his tongue, and with his hand pressing on Ying Shixue's throat, he forced him to swallow the blood he had bitten out.

"Cough, cough cough..." Ying Shixue burst into a terrible cough. Song Mingli finally took pity on him and gave him one last hard kiss before pulling away from his mouth, but then covered his mouth tightly with his hand.

Ying Shixue's hands were finally freed, and she used both hands to grab Song Mingli's forearms that were pressing down on her. But all her struggles were in vain. After a long time, her chest gradually calmed down, and she tilted her head slightly and lowered it, feeling very tired.

He is mine.

Song Mingli thought coldly to himself that in this position he was naturally superior, and he could see the watery eyes of the person in his arms from coughing, the faint blush on her snow-white cheeks that he couldn't tell was from shame or anger, and the soft, pitiful rise and fall of her breath that he could feel under his palm.

Ying Shixue's face was very small; when he placed his palm on it, it almost covered most of her face.

Song Mingli touched the person's pointed chin with some pity, then lifted the person up by the thighs and carried them with one hand, walking steadily towards the bedside.

When they reached the bedside, instead of putting the person down, he sat on the bed and had the person sit on his lap.

He affectionately touched the tip of the other person's nose with the bridge of his own nose, his tone tender and loving, almost suffocatingly gentle: "Don't say things that make people angry anymore. You know I can't stand it when you say things like that."

“Shin So-choi has been taken away. How about I give you the vacant position of Minister of Finance? I’ve seen your transcript, it’s excellent. Getting into Deok-da University won’t be a problem. It’s close to home, so you can come back every day. I’ll have Uncle Lin pick you up.”

Ying Shixue kept her eyes closed, seemingly exhausted from beginning to end, leaning against his shoulder and neck as he moved her around.

Song Mingli kissed his ear: "If you don't say anything, I'll sleep here with you tonight."

Ying Shixue's lowered eyelashes trembled, and she finally opened them.

At the same time, his right hand slowly gathered strength, and a slap landed heavily on Song Mingli's side of the face:

"roll!"

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9:00 AM, SK Conference Room

Everyone kept their eyes down, not daring to look up at the boss sitting in the main seat.

Song Mingli, dressed in a well-tailored dark black suit, the crisp fabric accentuating his broad shoulders and long legs, sat comfortably at the front, a clear handprint on his left cheek.

The company's main group chat is already flooded with messages:

AAA Wholesaler Brother Wang: Holy crap, what happened? Did the boss get beaten up?

"May flowers bloom and wealth abound: Even if you dug a hundred feet into the entire city of Brahma, you wouldn't find a single person who would dare to hit the boss."

Fancheng Peng Runzu: It's not that you guys haven't noticed, the boss hasn't lost his temper at all today, and the atmosphere around him is really good...

Grilled cold noodles are so delicious: Upstairs, do you mean...?

Tears soaked the Crocs: The boss got his fill of beatings.

[A message was retracted after the phrase "Tears soaked my Crocs" was posted.]

"Cough cough!" Tang Ronghan coughed twice desperately to maintain order in the venue.

Although he was terrified when he saw his boss with a handprint on his face that morning, he managed to show no sign of it despite his best efforts and the excellent manners of a top-notch secretary with a million-dollar annual salary.

Everyone in the conference room immediately put away their phones, their expressions turning serious again, showing no trace of the heated gossip they had just been sharing.

Tang Ronghan stood by the whiteboard and pushed through the process: "This cooperation with Sheng'an was a scheme to catch the mole. Shen Shaocui has now been brought to justice, and the relevant personnel have been handed over to the police for processing."

Having spent so many years navigating the workplace, his serious demeanor was quite intimidating. Those who had been momentarily distracted quickly calmed down, and couldn't help but feel a pang of regret as they recalled Shen Shao Cui's past arrogance.

Tang Ronghan said a few more words and turned to the next page of the PPT: "It's almost the end of the year, and as usual, our headquarters has a quota for exchanges with branches in other regions. The application form has already been sent to the group, and now we're here to confirm the list."

Tang Ronghan read them out one by one: "...Du Zhengyong, Li Mo, Ying..." Tang Ronghan suddenly stopped.

Oh my god, how come the young master's name is on it?

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the big boss, who was already looking over. How could the boss possibly let Young Master Ying go to such a far place?

He cleared his throat and skipped Ying Shixue's name, moving directly to the next one.

The list wasn't long and was read out in a few seconds. Tang Ronghan casually rolled up the printed list to cover the names on it: "That concludes today's morning meeting. Does anyone have anything else to say?"

Tang Ronghan just wanted to finish quickly, so she asked a perfunctory question and hurriedly unplugged the USB drive, when suddenly she called out, "Secretary Tang."

Ying Shixue slowly stood up: "I've also applied for an external transfer."

"Ah..." Tang Ronghan chuckled, "Really? Your name isn't on this list. Did you submit the wrong form?"

Ying Shixue wore a casual white shirt with a low-key, subtly lustrous fabric. The collar was open at the top, revealing soft, black hair, while her face was pale and indifferent from the side.

She lifted her eyelids slightly to look at him, her tone casual, yet her pressure was no less than Song Mingli's: "Take another look, maybe it's pressing down below."

"Haha, haha," Tang Ronghan laughed awkwardly to cover it up, and looked at the paper on the list again.

The cap of Song Mingli's fountain pen snapped shut with a distinct click in the silence.

"You're not going on an overseas assignment."

He was responding to the snow-wiping.

The people sitting next to each other looked at each other, and if they could be visualized, they would all have a question mark popping up above their heads at this moment.

While being sent abroad might not be a good thing for long-time employees, it can be very useful for newcomers who are not yet established in their careers to gain experience and build their resumes over a few months.

Reporting a list is just a formality, why is the boss suddenly asking about this?

Ying Shixue turned her gaze to him: "I have read the issued document. I meet the requirements for overseas assignment, and I have already submitted my application."

"You stay here and learn from Tang Ronghan. He will teach you."

Ying Shixue looked at him and suddenly smiled: "Almost everyone who works at headquarters has gone to the grassroots level of the branches to learn. Does President Song think there's anything wrong with this practice?"

This was nothing short of a blatant provocation. Zou Xinlei, who was sitting next to him, twitched her brow and reached out to tug at Ying Shixue's sleeve, signaling him to stop talking.

Ying Shixue remained motionless, but Song Mingli's eyes swept over her the instant she pulled him over.

Startled, Zou Xinlei reflexively let go, but her anxiety only intensified.

Song Mingli slowly leaned back, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his aura pressed down heavily.

Being sent abroad is a small matter, but if it displeases the boss, it will be a real problem. Zou Xinlei's forehead was already covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, and she was inwardly groaning.

Seriously? Xiao Ying usually seems so gentle and mild-mannered, why is she being so stubborn right now? It's just a spot, why does she have to argue with the boss to his face?

Ying Shixue seemed completely oblivious to the stares of the outside world, her expression remaining cold.

Song Mingli gently shook his head: "I'm not targeting this custom, I'm talking to you."

“You’ve only been here for a little over a month, and you haven’t even gotten to know Fancheng properly yet. Going to other places to cause more trouble will not end well.”

Ying Shixue said calmly, "It's all clearly stated on the performance appraisal form over the past month. If President Song had seen it, he wouldn't think that way."

The atmosphere in the conference room was tense; even Tang Ronghan's palms were sweating. Zou Xinlei, using the table as cover, desperately pulled at him.

Stop talking! Can't you see how dark the boss's face is?

If she really angered the boss, Zou Xinlei recalled when Song Mingli first came to SK, how a few people who relied on their seniority acted arrogantly and were eventually suppressed or fired, and she couldn't help but shudder.

Song Mingli has a deep-set face with prominent brow bones and slightly more white in his eyes. When he looks at people without speaking, he exudes a strong sense of pressure.

The meeting room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Song Mingli closed the folder on the table, the sound of papers clattering together was extremely clear, and a flash of cold light appeared on the edge of his wristwatch.

"You all go out. I want to talk to Xiao Ying alone."