Chapter 39 In Chapter 39, Song Mingli pressed his hip bone hard again…

The strength of an adult male in a fit of rage is extremely difficult to resist. Ying Shixue was almost dragged along by him, staggering all the way. The door to the president's office was opened and then slammed shut with a loud bang, pinning him against the wall.

Looking at him, Song Mingli felt an indescribable burning jealousy and pain of being deceived, like a venomous snake licking at her, burning her heart and causing it to crack.

"You planned this all along, didn't you? You planned to leave all along, didn't you?"

He recalled the sweet illusions of the past few days: kisses, hugs, whispering sweet nothings, and in the depths of the chilly night, Ying Shixue stretched out her slender white arms to embrace him and snuggle into his arms, burying her snow-white cheek affectionately in his neck.

Ying Shixue's wrists were raised and pressed above her head. Her slender neck, exposed by the collar of her shirt, was so fragile that it could be broken at any moment. In this position, if he wanted to do something, she would be completely powerless to resist.

Ying Shixue simply closed her eyes, keeping all his anger out.

It was like punching cotton; the overwhelming rage that bounced back almost burned his eyes red. He lowered his head and bit down on Ying Shixue's snow-white neck.

hiss--

Pain shot through her skin, and Ying Shixue gasped as her waist jerked upward, only to be pressed firmly against the door by Song Mingli, who pinned her hips against the door panel.

"what you do?!"

Their lips and skin were pressed tightly together. Song Mingli didn't even lift his head, but squeezed the other person into his arms, pressing his chest tightly against his. It was like an ancient male beast that had been provoked and enraged, eager to mark its territory and declare its sovereignty, moving down the neck.

The shirt buttons were roughly ripped open, leaving red hickeys on the collarbone, shoulders, and even the chest. Soon after, these marks would deepen and become heavier over time, weaving together into a breathtakingly beautiful tapestry.

"Are you crazy?" Ying Shixue struggled to regain her senses amidst the deep kiss. She bent her knees to kick, but Song Mingli twisted her thigh, rendering her unable to move.

Normally, he would indulge him and couldn't bear to hurt him too much. It was easy to crush his resistance. His large hand gripped the beauty's slender waist, leaving ambiguous and secret marks.

"They're all still in the hallway outside!!"

“So you have to keep your voice down,” Song Mingli kissed the corner of his lips, his movements gentle as if he were the most tender lover: “The soundproofing in the office isn’t very good.”

“After all,” Song Mingli paused, a hint of cold tenderness flashing in his eyes, “you wouldn’t want the second young master of the Song family, the CEO of the Haizhou branch, to be embroiled in a scandalous affair with his boss before even taking office, would you?”

The moment she finished speaking, her lips were covered by another person's breath, their tongues intertwining and searching her teeth, a deep kiss that could drown a person, reaching deep into her throat in several places, making her tongue feel sore and numb from sucking.

The sound of water was like a silver sip, unlike any other time before, carrying a clear sense of aggression and oppression. His legs went weak uncontrollably. Song Mingli seemed to have noticed this fact, chuckled, and picked him up and kissed him.

By the time the kiss ended, Ying Shixue was almost suffocating. Song Mingli looked down at him, watching him breathe weakly in his arms for a while, and gently stroked his cheek with his right thumb.

-

Tang Detai returned empty-handed that day, and Song Mingli strictly ordered a news blackout, but with so many people and so many opinions, things were different after all.

The only apparent positive was that Ying Shixue seemed to have given up the idea of ​​leaving, perhaps because she knew he was angry, and she behaved very well for several days in a row.

During this period, when Ying Shixue needed to submit a copy of her ID card for a routine material submission, she went to her study to find her document folder, only to be surprised to find it practically empty.

Not only identity cards, but also travel permits, residence permits, diplomas, and so on have disappeared.

Song Mingli happened to be there at the time. Noticing his gaze, he smiled slightly and said, "The place where you kept your ID is not safe. I've put it with me. When you need it, I'll help you submit it for proof."

Despite such strict upbringing, one morning at dawn, Song Mingli woke up at the Bauhinia Villa and, as usual, knocked on Ying Shixue's door. After a few unanswered knocks, he suddenly sensed something and abruptly pushed the door open.

The bed was flat and empty, and the curtains swayed slightly in the morning breeze as the air blew in through the open window.

Ying Shixue actually left overnight.

-

Meanwhile, on the inter-regional expressway.

The driver in black diligently drove his car, not daring to look back even once. Xi Bojian toyed with the newly issued temporary ID card in his hand and exclaimed, "You're ruthless! You lived with someone for six years and left without even saying goodbye."

Ying Shixue sat in the back seat. Dawn was breaking on the horizon in the distance. The vast wilderness stretched out under the light, which slanted through the car window onto his face. His skin was so white that it was almost transparent, and one could almost see the bones beneath.

He leaned back in the back seat with his eyes closed and arms crossed. His brows and eyes revealed the exhaustion from a sleepless night and the bumpy ride. He didn't even bother to lift his eyelids when he heard the words.

Xi Bojian's smile froze for a moment as she moved closer to him: "I'm telling you, I went through all this trouble to get you out here, you don't have to be so cold to me now, do you?"

From an outsider's perspective, their current distance was very close and ambiguous. Xi Bojian rested his elbow on the back of Ying Shixue's seat, and his other hand was across Ying Shixue's body, resting on the car window. They could even hear each other's breathing.

Ying Shixue then raised her eyes in disgust: "Get lost."

The next second, the hand resting on the car window suddenly turned from a palm into a claw, grabbing Ying Shixue's throat and pinning him firmly against the back of the seat!

The veins on the back of Xi Bojian's hand bulged, and a coldness emanated from the corners of his handsome eyes and brows. A sarcastic smile appeared on his lips. Before he could speak, his hand suddenly felt a chill followed by a heat—blood gushed out.

He reflexively stopped, and Ying Shixue coughed, clutching her neck where she had just been choked. An unnatural flush appeared on her pale face, and between the two fingers of her right hand was a sharp short blade that had popped out of a button.

Blood was already stained on it, and the blood that hadn't dried dripped down the blade, blooming into a shocking deep red flower in his pure white shirt.

Two minutes later.

Xi Bojian had the car's emergency medical kit on her lap. After disinfecting the wound on her hand, she was about to wrap it with bandages.

Ying Shixue's cut was very deep, aimed directly at his artery. If he hadn't stopped in time, he might not be able to stop the bleeding himself by now.

He pressed on the wound, his face contorted slightly in pain, but he still blurted out, "Tell me, does Song Mingli know that you carry a knife with you?"

He did not answer, his brows seemingly sculpted from ancient ice and frost.

Xi Bojian looked at him mockingly: "He's a delicate flower, so fragile he'd worry about getting sick from even a breeze. He looks like a pretty girl, but he's actually ruthless and cruel..."

“If you keep talking like that,” Ying Shixue said, a cold glint flashing in her hand as she spoke, her tone indifferent, “I wouldn’t mind making you unable to speak at all.”

Xi Bojian then stopped talking, gave him a sullen look for a while, and went back to rest.

The vehicle drove quietly on the asphalt road, and finally at 8:30 a.m., it officially entered the territory of Haizhou and Liancheng.

The driver parked the car in a discreet corner in the city center. The bleeding on Xi Bojian's hand had stopped, and his face had returned to its initial cold and gloomy appearance.

Ying Shixue reached out to pull the car door, but it wouldn't budge.

He turned around coldly, and Xi Bojian shrugged innocently: "Ahei, open the door."

The lock cylinder disengaged from its slot, and Xi Bojian lazily shifted his posture: "I just wanted to remind you not to forget our cooperation."

Ying Shixue had already gotten out of the car. Not far away, the road was bustling with traffic and people, a noisy and chaotic scene that resembled another world.

In the blinding white light of the morning, Ying Shixue's figure was already slightly blurred. His shirt was buttoned up to the top, as if he were forever cold and stoic.

Upon hearing this, she merely glanced at him dismissively, closed the car door, and turned to leave.

Xi Bojian sat in the car, waiting for the person's thin figure to completely disappear from sight, when suddenly he punched the car window hard.

The driver in the front seat looked horrified. Blood from his unhealed wound quickly soaked through the bandage. Xi Bojian seemed oblivious, panting heavily, his eyes red with anger.

As Ying Shixue bent down to get out of the car, she inevitably lowered her head, revealing a section of her previously hidden nape.

—There was a deep red hickey on it.

A glaring, provocative, and arrogant mark, left on the back of the neck that goes unnoticed, reveals just how secret and intimate the relationship between the person and the owner of this body is, a relationship that no one else can interfere with.

Across the endless void, he could almost see Song Mingli pulling that beauty over, kissing and caressing her wantonly, before looking down contemptuously at all the onlookers.

-

Fang Zhi felt incredibly unlucky; otherwise, why would he have ended up being the assistant to this newly appointed general manager?

At nine o'clock in the morning, Ying Shixue sat in the head seat in the meeting room, while the other seats were empty.

"Y-Y-General..." Fang Zhi stammered, "Everyone, everyone might... be on leave today..." His voice trailed off.

Haizhou was originally Song Mingli's territory. Everyone knew that the two young masters were at odds, and since the emperor was far away, they were used to being lazy.

This place used to be run by Vice President Wang Chengdong, who had absolute power. Today, he said he was going to give him a hard time, and surprisingly, not a single person showed up.

Ying Shixue's tone was indifferent, as if he wasn't the one being put in a difficult position: "Bring me the performance appraisal forms for the past three years."

Fang Zhi should be right, and he brought it over in a little while.

Ying Shixue took it and flipped through it. Fang Zhi wondered to himself, "He reads so fast, does he even understand it? I heard he's still in school..."

Fifteen minutes later, Ying Shixue put down the table: "Pass down the notice that Deputy Manager Wang Chengdong has been demoted to department head, and I will temporarily fill the vacant position. Anyone not on the meeting list will have their bonus deducted for this month."

Fang Zhi was shocked; the new official was making his first big move.

But he did have that authority, and in that brief moment of hesitation, Ying Shixue had already looked over.

"Yes!" Fang Zhi was startled and hurriedly went to inform them.

Ying Shixue lowered her eyelids and quietly watched the ripples in the tea in her cup.

Less than an hour later, the meeting room door was pushed open.

Wang Chengdong was in front, and those who hadn't arrived at the beginning were now mostly here.

It was clear he had arrived in a hurry; his neck was flushed red. He wasn't tall, but he was very sturdy. He spoke stiffly, "Second Young Master."

Ying Shixue noticed that this was not how it was addressed within the company.

Looking at the woman in front of him, who was as pretty as a girl, Wang Chengdong sneered even more. She had no ability whatsoever, only knew how to put on airs and talk big, and could only give blind orders in business decisions. What was with her spoiled brat attitude?

“You should call me General Manager Ying,” Ying Shixue said, tossing the documents in her hand onto the table. Her voice rang out crisply in the silence, “Manager Wang.”

Wang Chengdong: "I respect you as the young master of the house, but to be frank, you can't do this."

Ying Shixue raised an eyebrow but remained silent.

“I, Wang Chengdong, have always been diligent and conscientious, and have never embezzled or sought personal gain. Without any evidence, how can you demote me?”

Ying Shixue pointed to the performance sheet on the table and said casually, "After Song Mingli left, you took over the management. During your tenure, the annual interest rate dropped by 2.1%, the average growth rate was 17%, and many projects were either stalled or hastily ended."

"Then you can't..."

"Is it within your job scope to arrange for your brother-in-law to come in? You've covered for him multiple times because he didn't meet the performance evaluation standards, and it's not just him," Ying Shixue's eyes flashed sharply, "These people you've arranged in the past two years alone are enough for me to dismiss you a hundred times!"

Outsiders were surprised, but it was clearly not because they were concerned about Wang Chengdong abusing his power for personal gain; they probably already knew about it, either openly or secretly.

In front of so many subordinates, Wang Chengdong's face turned ashen: "President Ying!" He took a deep breath: "I've been sitting with President Song for many years, and Young Master Mingli promoted me to where I am now. Even if you want to demote me, you should first get President Song's approval from headquarters!"