Chapter Twenty-Two: If you don't want to go downstairs, we can also exercise in the office.
The kiss was not aggressive at all, but there was an undisguised desire in his eyes.
Song Nian'an felt a little regretful. Mentioning salary in front of the boss didn't seem like the behavior of a mature corporate worker; it would only anger his boss.
However, a menacing figure loomed over Song Nian'an, pressing him against the corner of the table, his knees parting Song Nian'an's legs and blocking his path.
Wen Jing pinned him down, his metallic voice saying, "It seems you have reservations about the salary, feeling it's not enough?"
Song Nian'an looked at him for no more than two seconds before quickly looking away; the angle was far too ambiguous.
"Mr. Wen, the lunch you ordered..."
"Sorry, Mr. Wen, I left it at the door."
The assistant barged in at an inopportune moment, just in time for Song Nian'an to catch her breath.
Song Nian'an cleared her throat, pushed his head away, and said, "President Wen, you ordered lunch~"
With a mischievous glint in her eyes and a slight pout, she looked at Wen Jing and said, "Oh, sorry Mr. Wen, I left it at the door~"
Wen Jing laughed out loud. "You like acting, huh?"
He opened the door, picked up his lunch, placed it on the table, and slowly tore open the plastic bag.
Today's lunch was specially packed and delivered from the Wen family's old house; it should suit his taste, I suppose.
Song Nian'an picked up her chopsticks, took a big bite of noodles, and stuffed it into her mouth. The noodles were very chewy, and the soup was delicious.
Soon, a thin layer of sweat appeared all over his body, which felt very comfortable. He looked at Wen Jing and smiled, revealing his shallow dimples.
The ambiguous atmosphere didn't dissipate after the meal; instead, it made Song Nian'an think of a phrase: "When you're full, you start thinking about sex."
He patted his full belly, looking like a lazy panda.
The afternoon sun was warm and pleasant. Song Nian'an shielded her eyes from the sunlight with one hand while leaning against the sofa.
Wen Jing lowered his head and chuckled. After finishing his meal, he did feel like doing something.
A pair of dark eyes looked up at Wen Jing, their gaze clear yet filled with tension. Wen Jing paused, then sighed inwardly.
"Want to go downstairs for a walk?" Wen Jing patted his head.
Song Nian'an blinked and nodded. Since it was her first time visiting Wen Jing's company, she definitely needed to familiarize herself with the surrounding environment and see what good food was available.
Besides, staying in the office without going downstairs for a walk will definitely get you into trouble.
Wen Jing took his hand, her deep voice carrying an ambiguous tone as she whispered in his ear, "If you don't want to go downstairs, we can exercise in the office."
These straightforward and blunt words stirred a mix of passion and shyness within Song Nian'an.
[So it wasn't that he was sexually frigid...it's just that this man has rather unusual preferences; he doesn't like being at home, preferring the office?]
Wen Jing: ....
What are you thinking about now?
Like a kitten caught red-handed, Song Nian'an waved her hands in a fluster, then revealed an innocent smile: "No, exercise is good for your health."
Realizing she had misunderstood the meaning of "exercise," she explained, "What I meant was that walking is more suitable for us..."
Too much talk leads to mistakes, so it's best to keep quiet.
As soon as Wen Jing got off the elevator, he was caught by his assistant, who was carrying a pile of documents and chasing after him.
"Mr. Wen, please sign these documents first, the people downstairs are in a hurry..."
Seeing this, Song Nian'an pushed Wen Jing into the elevator. Although she really wanted to take a walk with him, she couldn't let so many employees wait while their boss took a break at noon to date.
"I'll wander around downstairs, I won't get lost, I'll wait for you to finish."
After saying that, Wen Jing strode into the elevator, and even after the elevator doors closed, he kept staring at him with a longing look in his eyes.
Song Nian'an strolled leisurely in the small park outside the office building.
The overall design of this park is quite interesting, and it is similar to the garden courtyard of the Wen family's old residence.
As she slowly entered the greenway along a fountain, layers of shimmering, solitary light unfolded before her eyes. On one side were glimpses of the bustling city, and on the other, the tranquil, lush greenery of the park. Song Nian'an, holding the milk she had just bought at the convenience store, strolled along, sipping it as she went.
He stared blankly at the milk straw, lost in thought. This was the design of a master. He dreamed of one day achieving something similar, so he could stand shoulder to shoulder with Wen Jing.
"What a coincidence, Song Nian'an."
Song Nian'an was startled by the suddenly familiar voice. He broke out in a cold sweat and was completely dazed.
He was so engrossed in watching that he didn't realize someone was slowly approaching him.
Song Nian'an straightened her back, turned around, and said, "Hello, Wen Siyan."
Not a professor, nor a nephew, but an equal person.
Seeing the fair-skinned young man admiring his work in the sunlight from afar, Wen Siyan became even more certain of the boy's feelings for him. Pointing to the area of design, he said, "This park, and the Wen family mansion, were all designed by me. If you want to learn, I—"
"So what?" Song Nian'an interrupted, then said seriously, "I admire the designer and his ideas, not you, Wen Siyan, as a person."
Song Nian'an's tone was gentle, yet it revealed a resilience.
Wen Siyan withdrew his gaze from him, pressed down the hairpin, threw it on the ground, chuckled, and said, "You love me but can't have me, so you turn around and throw yourself into my uncle's arms. Are you trying to get revenge on me or are you looking for a substitute for me?"
Song Nian'an thought for a moment and then quickly said, "Wen Siyan, I couldn't explain my feelings for you before. You could interpret it as an impulsive feeling of naive love, or you could interpret it as the admiration of a young man. But now I'm making it clear to you, I'm already married to your uncle, I like Wen Jing very much, and I don't have any feelings for you other than that of a professor and a relative."
Hearing these words, Wen Siyan was greatly provoked and roared, "How can you say there's no feeling? You say you like me, so you like me!"
He suddenly exploded, grabbing Song Nian'an's arm and pulling her into his arms.
The grass and leaves were tumbling and dancing in the wind, and the rustling sound made Song Nian'an hold her breath and dare not move.
He knew better than anyone else how dangerous and cunning this man was.
Song Nian'an couldn't hold on for a moment and fell forward uncontrollably.
A feeling of suffocation enveloped him. Wen Siyan's hands, veins bulging, tightened around Song Nian'an, making it even more difficult for him to break free due to his physical disadvantage.
Song Nian'an remembered something a former fighting champion had said in school: "If you can't beat them, go for the groin." He prepared to put it into practice. But his arms were numb from all the kicking, so he had to raise his knee and kick upwards with all his might.
Wen Siyan squatted down in pain.
Wen Siyan had never been so humiliated in his life, being rejected and kicked in the groin.
"I didn't expect you to be so strong. Today I'll cripple you right here." He struggled to his feet and stood in front of Song Nian'an with a kingly air. He grabbed Song Nian'an's chin and squeezed his throat like he was squeezing an insect.
Song Nian'an's face turned bright red, and he felt completely powerless and almost suffocating. Wen Siyan then released him.
She pulled him into her arms.
At this moment, Song Nian'an no longer had the strength to struggle. She collapsed in his arms, coughing desperately.
Song Nian'an mumbled a curse: "You madman..."
Song Nian'an screamed inwardly, "Wen Jing, where are you? Wen Jing!!"
No matter what, Wen Siyan won't do anything too outrageous right now. He hasn't achieved his ultimate goal yet, and he won't let anything become an obstacle to his power grab.
Wen Siyan said in an extremely suppressed voice, "How could I bear to treat you like this?" He lowered his head and chuckled, his expression twisted with anger. How could such a nobody frequently make him lose control?
A fierce and swift gust of wind swept past her, and Song Nian'an felt her wrist being gripped tightly.
It's Wen Jing!
It really is Wen Jing!
Wen Jing pushed Wen Siyan away and said contemptuously, "Whatever I hold in my hand, as long as I don't let go, you can't take it away."
Whether it was the wind making her eyes sting or the sight of the person in front of her, a surge of intense emotion made Song Nian'an burst into tears.
After saying that, Wen Jing picked up Song Nian'an and left with a cold expression on his face.
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