Chapter 66 Breathing intertwined, this movement…

Their breaths mingled, and the two were very close in this position, their eyelashes brushing against each other, their cheeks rubbing against each other. Song Mingli had one hand around his waist to keep him from falling, and they could feel the tender affection even through their clothes.

He felt a little ticklish from the kiss, gave a slight smile, and pulled back a little, but didn't turn his head to avoid it. He pushed against his chest with his hand: "It tickles..."

Her slender, white fingers were gently grasped and held in someone's hand, as if they were admiring some extremely precious work of art.

Her upper body naturally relaxed, leaning against the other person's chest. Ying Shixue let him play with her hands over and over: "...You're going to invest in those people's projects."

Song Mingli hummed in agreement.

Ying Shixue frowned slightly: "The initial investment will be huge, and they may not necessarily make a profit in the end. Plus, your investments are so diverse..."

Song Mingli took his finger and kissed it, sighing softly, "What a wonderful husband you have. You're already worrying about whether he'll go bankrupt before you've even married into the family."

"What nonsense..." Ying Shixue immediately nudged him with her elbow and tried to get up to leave, but Song Mingli grabbed her and pulled her onto the bed.

"......stand up!"

Song Mingli almost completely pressed himself against him on his side, burying his face in his neck and taking a deep breath. The fresh scent carried Xiaoxue's unique fragrance. He sucked and nibbled contentedly, his hands still firmly around Xiaoxue's waist.

"I won't get up."

Her neck was wet with bite marks from someone else. Ying Shixue tried to push him away for a long time but couldn't budge him. Finally, she got a little annoyed, her face flushed, and she scolded him in a low voice: "Song Mingli!"

A hearty and unrestrained laugh echoed in the bedroom. Song Mingli pulled him up, then immediately shoved him against the headboard, chuckling as he hugged and nibbled at him, saying, "How can you be so cute, baby?"

Behind Ying Shixue was a sturdy leather bed back, and in front of him was another hard and hot body. He noticed that Song Mingli had recently taken to pressing him down in one place like this, pinching and kneading him, almost like some kind of male beast marking its territory over and over again.

Song Mingli whispered in his ear, "I don't need them to give me a lot of returns right now. No matter how much ability and wealth an outsider has, it doesn't change the fact that he's here to compete for territory. He will inevitably be met with a strong alliance from local companies... Even if they're not hostile, they definitely won't be friendly. In fact, I just need to numb them little by little with money, first get the qualification to enter this field, break through this initial gap, and then they won't have a choice about what to do later."

Ying Shixue looked at him with slight surprise: "Then why did you have Mo Wen speak so eloquently at the banquet today, saying that we weren't here to compete, but to work together to grow stronger, with the long-term goal of lasting prosperity for ten or twenty years..."

Song Mingli rubbed his teeth against him, but when he saw that small patch of skin quickly turn red, he couldn't bear to do it anymore. He focused on touching him with his lips, saying in a casual tone, "You know, I've always been a carnivore."

"It's true that they're here to take over our territory, and what they said afterward wasn't false either. If they don't pull any tricks and honestly discuss cooperation, we can indeed make more money together. After all, my ultimate goal isn't to squeeze them out."

Ying Shixue looked at him for a while, and said sincerely:

"capitalist."

With a sudden pull, Song Mingli tumbled the two of them onto the bed, his hand reaching inside their clothes: "Ying Xiaoxue, is this how you talk about your husband, huh?"

"Hahaha...don't, hahaha—" Ying Shixue was tickled so much that tears were about to flow. She arched her body to try to hide to the side, but was pulled back by someone who pressed her hands and legs to open her body.

The skin beneath his palm was warm and smooth, almost melting his hand. Song Mingli looked at the person beneath him who was being pleasured to the point of exhaustion, his eyes filled with a deep and infatuated expression.

When Ying Shixue saw that he had stopped moving, she looked up at him blankly and paused when she met his eyes.

That obsessive and infatuated expression was just his illusion. The moment Song Mingli looked over, he regained his usual composure and even gently kissed his forehead: "I won't bother you anymore, go to sleep early."

-

What Song Mingli said that night was indeed true. After that day, with the continuous business cooperation, his schedule was filled with all kinds of matters. Ying Shixue, dressed in a suit and with a cold face, strode into the bright lobby of the company building, followed by seven or eight equally elite negotiation experts.

The receptionist, with a smile on her face, led them inside and personally pressed the elevator button for them.

Upon entering the conference room, I found that most people had already arrived. The formal meeting had not yet started, and the heads of various companies were standing around chatting and laughing, building relationships. The atmosphere was not tense.

The assistant went to copy the PPT first. This is the high-tech cooperation briefing for the next quarter. The preliminary negotiations have been almost completed. The main purpose of this meeting is to further explain and demonstrate our professional capabilities, and to see which company NX will ultimately cooperate with to jointly expand the market both domestically and internationally.

Not only SK, but many internet companies from Fancheng came, including some large conglomerates with broad business interests. Xi Bojian noticed Ying Shixue the moment she pushed the door open and gestured to the CEO of another company she was talking to to stop, with a slightly apologetic look on his face.

The company CEO glanced around and immediately understood what was going on. He exchanged a knowing, unspoken smile with Xi Bojian. The relationship between CEO Xi of Sheng'an and CEO Ying of SK wasn't a secret; that's just how it is in the industry...

Xi Bojian sneered inwardly but showed no sign of it on his face. He casually dusted off the sleeve that Xi Bojian had just pulled and walked toward Ying Shixue.

In recent years, Sheng'an has been expanding its business scope. It has long since removed the word "intermediate pharmaceutical" from Sheng'an Pharmaceutical Group. Moreover, since Xi Chengxu broke his leg in extreme sports a few years ago and his temperament became increasingly irritable and unpredictable, Xi Zongbo has been grooming Xi Bojian as his next successor.

As for how he managed to win over his father, who was both insecure and arrogant, and his stepmother, who only knew how to spend money and compete, and how he persuaded Xi Chengxu's mother's family, Haitai Group, to abandon their own nephew and support him, a fake nephew in name only, we don't know. Xi Bojian's methods are evident from this, and he has won over both people's hearts and reputation, and is now at the height of his power.

At this moment, Xi Bojian, dressed in a well-tailored suit, walked slowly to Ying Shixue and said with a smile, "Ah Xue."

Ying Shixue's expression remained indifferent: "President Xi."

Xi Bojian shrugged, seemingly used to the cold reception he received: "You're here for this briefing too? I thought SK had plenty of people who could come."

"President Xi also came in person."

“Alright,” Xi Bojian said with a hint of helplessness, “Sheng’an attaches great importance to this project. The old man believes it is an important sign that the Xi family is officially entering the full range of fields... I won’t hold back when the competition starts later.”

Where does this guy get such confidence... Ying Shixue thought to himself, while outwardly he hid his thoughts very well: "Here, we are just competitors."

Xi Bojian grunted, nodded and smiled, and very naturally reached out to straighten his shirt collar. Ying Shixue was about to stop him when she suddenly heard him say, "The old man hopes to see you at the birthday banquet in two weeks."

Ying Shixue was taken aback.

Xi Bojian took the opportunity to cover his shirt with her fingers: "Don't tell me you've completely forgotten about this."

Ying wiped the snow from her eyelashes, which drooped, and her brows furrowed slightly.

He had indeed forgotten that he had been fooling around with Song Mingli for the past few days, and the vigilance and thoughtfulness he had cultivated over the years had almost been completely worn away.

As Ying Shixue pondered this, Xi Bojian spoke slowly and deliberately: "You need to be fully prepared. Xi Zongbo might..."

"Cough cough!"

A cough from afar interrupted their conversation. Ying Shixue and Xi Bojian turned their heads to look at him at the same time. Mo Wen was staring at them expressionlessly.

For some reason, Ying Shixue felt a sudden tightness in his chest and immediately took three steps back to create distance. He even wanted to look behind Mo Wen to see if there was another person, but he quickly stopped himself because it was not yet time for Song Mingli to make a public appearance.

Despite knowing this, he still tried to cover it up by straightening his tie, which had just been touched, a hint of annoyance flashing in his eyes. He had actually forgotten to push Xi Bojian away.

Mo Wen was inwardly groaning. Heaven knows that there were surveillance cameras installed in this conference room. When the boss saw Xi Bojian approaching, he couldn't hide the coldness in his eyes. If he hadn't rushed over to interrupt, the boss would have definitely come over and stormed over in a moment.

Seeing the two separate, Mo Wen secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Xi Bojian withdrew his hand with some regret. However, the chairman of NX seemed somewhat hostile towards him, even though they had never met before.

A hint of suspicion flashed through his mind, but he quickly suppressed it because it was too absurd and inexplicable.

Mo Wen began, "The meeting is about to begin. Please take your seats."

Ying Shixue looked at the clock and realized that it was already nine o'clock in the morning.

The large conference room was very clean and tidy. Although this round of discussions would not make the final decisions, it was still very important.

Clearly, each company was well-prepared, and their presentations were passionate and inspiring. Mo Wen sat in the main seat, watching each presentation unfold and making his own assessment.

SK's presenter was a manager from the technology department. He was only thirty-five years old and still very young. He stood on the stage with composure and a steady, powerful voice.

It was past midnight by the time the conference presentations ended.

The crowd stood up and walked out one by one, maintaining a semblance of harmony. SK's seat was further inside, so he naturally lagged behind when leaving.

At the beginning, Xi Bojian hadn't finished speaking, and when she finished packing, she deliberately dawdled until almost everyone had left. Just then, she ran into the SK people coming out together. Before she could even speak, an assistant-looking person suddenly stepped forward.

"Mr. Ying, please wait a moment."

The assistant bowed slightly, and Ying Shixue recognized him as the person who had been with Mo Wen in the conference room earlier.

He handed over the black business card with gold foil stamping with both hands: "Mr. Mo, there are some details about the project that I would like to discuss with you further. I wonder if you have the time?"

A look of delight flashed in the eyes of the SK people behind him. Fang Zhiyang glanced at Xi Bojian smugly and snorted softly.

No matter how impressive their act was, in the end, it was SK who secured the opportunity.

Ying Shixue showed just the right amount of surprise on her face, then smiled and said, "I have time."

The assistant stepped aside and gestured, "Please follow me."

After walking through a corridor to the private elevator, Ying Shixue watched as the numbers on the screen gradually jumped to the top floor, and then the elevator doors opened with a ding.

He stepped out, but the assistant didn't go any further: "Just follow this road, the first one around the corner is the president's office, there are signs above it."

Ying Shixue thanked him and went inside, and sure enough, she saw a room with a sign.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, roughly knowing who was inside, but still knocked on the door first.

Knock knock.

His voice was deep and magnetic: "Go in."

Ying Shixue pushed open the door and entered. A tall and upright man was sitting at a desk that was more than two meters long, and he was working on a document.

He didn't look up when he came in, and he signed the last word on the document first, then naturally put the document aside, and placed his hands with his fingers interlaced on the table.

Song Mingli was extremely handsome, with prominent brow bones and deep-set features. Ying Shixue couldn't help but be momentarily stunned.

—He hadn’t seen Song Mingli like this in a long time.

As if nothing had changed, the spacious and bright office, the mountain of documents, and SK's ambitious and promising young master sat in his seat, issuing instructions methodically as he did every day.