Chapter 30 Personally helping her satisfy her physical needs...
"Tomorrow is Saturday." Nanxia glanced at him.
"I'll call Mr. Li, and he'll send someone over." After saying that, he returned to the conference room and sat down in his usual spot.
He took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a lazy, casual puff. His gaze swept over the mountain of contracts, reports, and past lawsuits piled up on the conference table. He had no intention of working overtime now.
The merger of two listed companies will take at least five months; it can't be rushed.
During the days she was hospitalized, he was mostly at the law firm handling other cases; lawsuits were much easier than mergers and acquisitions.
Nan Xia walked into the conference room, sat down, ignored the aloof man opposite her, turned on the laptop, picked up the contract, and continued reading.
Now we can't even leave if we want to.
Song Yanzhi's gaze fell on her. Her lowered eyelashes trembled, and the dark circles under her eyes were particularly noticeable in the cold light of the incandescent bulb.
Her slender fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, as fast as if she were riding on wheels of fire.
Despite looking exhausted, he was still full of energy.
I only knew that this woman was very assertive in the workplace before, but after working with her, I realized that she was a workaholic who would work overtime recklessly because of a single word from him.
As Nanxia was reviewing the contract, the sharp paper suddenly cut her ten fingers. The wounds weren't large, but bright red blood still oozed out.
She frowned and habitually shook her hand. In her mind, shaking the injured area would numb it and make it stop hurting.
"Stop the bleeding, why are you shaking it?"
Song Yanzhi spoke in a deep voice, stood up, grabbed a few tissues, walked over, picked up her injured finger, wrapped it in the tissues, and pressed on the wound.
Nan Xia looked up at him, and couldn't help but recall the past. To please him by cooking for him, she had accidentally cut her hand while chopping vegetables. She had done the same, frantically shaking her hand and shouting his name.
"Song Yanzhi! Song Yanzhi!"
He came out of the house and saw that her hand was injured. He was still sarcastic, but immediately grabbed a tissue and pressed it against her wound.
"How stupid! Who shakes a wounded animal so hard? Are you disgusted by its injury, or do you want to shake all the blood out?"
"You don't understand, shaking it until it's dizzy will make it hurt less. Try it later if you don't believe me."
Song Yanzhi rejected her fallacy, glanced down at her claws—the wound was probably quite deep, blood quickly soaked the tissue—and gave a deep command.
"No more cooking!"
"So, will you agree to keep that puppy? Didn't you see the expectant yet pitiful look in its eyes when it looked at us? It's so pitiful."
"I've wanted to have one since I was little, but my mom is allergic to pet hair..." She grabbed his shirt with her other hand and shook it.
Song Yanzhi is a germaphobe and doesn't like pets, but she still managed to persuade him to give in.
Nanxia was suddenly thrown back into her senses before she came to her senses. He said in a deep voice, "Don't do it."
"If I don't do work, I'll do you?" She threw away the tissue neatly wrapped around her finger, the bleeding had stopped, and continued doing her own thing with a cold laugh.
The next instant, he coldly snatched the document from in front of him and threw it aside.
She frowned, suddenly stood up, crossed her arms, and looked directly at him with displeasure. "Do you want me to be you that badly?"
"Why don't you try making one?"
Song Yanzhi's indifferent tone carried a hint of provocation. Nan Xia gritted her teeth inwardly. So you don't take me seriously at all?
Suddenly, she hooked her arm around his neck and bit down on his warm, tobacco-scented lips. She wasn't sure if her teeth were truly sharp, but she easily drew blood.
When she's afraid to try?
Are you afraid of him?
A slightly metallic taste filled their mouths. Just as she was about to pull away, the man suddenly wrapped his arm around her waist, turned around, and pressed her down onto the conference table.
Looking down at her, he was like an eagle looking at a chick pinned under its claws.
Nanxia was annoyed by his gaze, and even more annoyed by his restraint. She struggled and shouted angrily, "Do you have the guts to let go of me?"
Wasn't it she who provoked us first?
Now you want him to let go?
Song Yanzhi pressed her hands above her head with one hand, and placed the other hand on her slender legs clad in black stockings, slowly moving it upwards. A tingling sensation spread wherever it touched, and her fingertips trembled uncontrollably.
Nanxia was in a very awkward position; wasn't this clearly a game being played with her?
"I only bit you once, have you had enough?"
Suddenly, his large hand stopped at her soft spot—
"Attorney Nan, you were annoyed that you didn't get to sleep with a duck that night, weren't you? Do you want me to help you?" Song Yanzhi raised an eyebrow at her, seemingly asking a question, but before she could even ask for his permission, he easily punctured her stockings.
Nanxia let out a muffled groan, staring in disbelief at the man on top of her!
She gritted her teeth and yelled at him, "Song Yanzhi, what are you doing?"
"Don't you really want to be with a man?" he asked, looking at her coldly.
"Whether I want to or not is none of your business! Get out of my way!"
Nan Xia, who was pressed down on the conference table, unconsciously increased her breathing. She was suppressing her body's extreme reaction while feeling extremely embarrassed. At this moment, her face was as red as a monkey's bottom.
He tried to free his hands, but it was all in vain given the overwhelming disparity in strength.
You can't kick him even if you want to.
That bastard!
What does it matter to him if she wants to sleep with other men?
He slept with his assistant, but he didn't cause any trouble for him, did he?
Nan Xia was furious just thinking about it, but under his provocation, she suddenly cried out uncontrollably—
More than half an hour later.
After straightening her clothes, Nan Xia picked up the documents on the table and threw them at him, but he easily grabbed her wrist, snatched the documents from her hand, and threw them on the table.
"You're done having fun and then you don't recognize me anymore?" Song Yanzhi grabbed her wrist, raised an eyebrow, and asked her.
"Who had fun?" she asked, embarrassed, and kicked his leg in denial.
"Why are you yelling when you're unhappy?" he asked.
"I'd like to know what you meant by what you did just now, Attorney Song? You've already slept with your assistant, and now you're trying to provoke me? What do you take me for, a mistress?" she asked through gritted teeth and a smile.
Song Yanzhi sat down on a chair next to him, crossed his long legs, and asked in a lazy tone, "Who said I slept with her?"
"The dog said so himself," she said with a cold snort, crossing her arms.
"Can't you tell that you were deliberately trying to annoy you that day?"
Nan Xia froze, a look of shock crossing her face... Was he deliberately trying to anger me that day? Was he angry that I left that night and ignored him?
The weight on her heart eased involuntarily—she glanced at him, pouted, and said, "Even if you haven't slept with her, what right do you have to touch me? We've already broken up."
"...I just felt sorry for you because you couldn't find a man to satisfy your physical needs." He spat out this venomous remark, then added:
"Besides, it seems like you provoked me first."
These words were so damaging that Nan Xia almost vomited blood from anger. She silently took a deep breath to calm herself down.
"Heh, don't worry, Attorney Song, I'll definitely find a boyfriend who's better looking, more handsome, and more outstanding than you. I won't need you to satisfy my physical needs!"
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