Fu Jingsheng was stunned. Did he really have to work while doing this?
What if my hand shakes and I make a mistake?
"Look at the computer, pretend to work." Before the man could speak, Rong Yan urged him, taking Fu Jingsheng's hand and placing it on the desk, then turning his face to face.
After getting into position, Rong Yan tilted her head back and kissed Fu Jingsheng.
The man was pretending to hold the mouse, but he had no interest in reading the documents at all.
Ignoring Rong Yan's nonsense, Fu Jingsheng leaned on the table with one hand and held Rong Yan's shoulder with the other, deepening the kiss.
The woman leaned back, and Fu Jingsheng kissed her down.
He moved very gently.
Feeling that the woman was no longer responding, Fu Jingsheng looked up and saw that Rong Yan had actually fallen asleep.
The man was speechless. Just a few minutes ago, this woman was in a great hurry, as if she had to do something amazing. Why has she become so deflated so quickly?
It's really something to fall asleep while being kissed.
He carefully placed Rong Yan on the sofa, calmed himself down, suppressed his desire, and then began to work.
When Rong Yan woke up groggily, it was almost dawn.
The woman was thirsty and went to get some water. She rolled over and fell to the ground, letting out a painful groan.
Fu Jingsheng was asleep on his desk. Hearing the noise, he looked up and saw his wife curled up on the floor.
The man rushed over anxiously: "How did you fall?"
Rong Yan opened her eyes: "Aren't we eating barbecue?"
Fu Jingsheng carried her back to the sofa: "That happened last night, and then..." He repeated what had happened.
Rong Yan ignored her sore bottom and sat back against the sofa: "Impossible, how could I make such a request? I'm a respectable woman."
As she said this, Rong Yan felt rather guilty. She knew exactly what kind of person she was when she was drunk. Let alone doing anything provocative, she would believe Fu Jingsheng if he said she forced herself on him.
The woman vaguely remembered him, clinging to the computer, insisting that Fu Jingsheng do *that* while he was working.
Rong Yan inwardly berated herself for her low-class behavior, but thankfully, she had the alcohol to blame for it.
But Fu Jingsheng must have exaggerated. How could she possibly expect Fu Jingsheng to type and do it at the same time? How could he coordinate his limbs?
Seeing his wife's beautiful eyes wide open, Fu Jingsheng continued to add fuel to the fire: "I can't satisfy you unless I develop the ability to multitask. But just when I found the way and was about to have a big battle with you, you actually fell asleep. It must be that my foreplay was not good enough. Instead of arousing your desire to get to the point, it extinguished the initial spark."
“Rong Yan, women in their thirties are like wolves. I learned that lesson last night. Look, you're the one who tore the buttons on your clothes.” Fu Jingsheng pointed.
Rong Yan's face showed a mixture of innocence and accusation, making her seem like a scumbag woman who flirted with people, sought thrills, and then stood them up in the end.
She smiled obsequiously, "Hehe, I don't know anything."
Fu Jingsheng persisted, trying to dodge the question, even though he was conscious last night: "But when I asked you something, you answered so fluently. You're not pretending not to know, are you? Are you being irresponsible?"
“You see, it’s pointless to take some things too seriously. I really don’t know, but why didn’t we go home?” Rong Yan asked.
Fu Jingsheng wanted to go home, but he dozed off at the table and overslept.
"I accidentally fell asleep," the man said.
He glanced at the clock on the wall: "It's almost five o'clock. We have a meeting at nine. Going back now would be a waste of time. Let's go back inside and get some more sleep."
"I want some water." Rong Yan then realized that she had been woken up by thirst.
On the small round table next to the sofa was a thermos cup. Fu Jingsheng had prepared the water long ago. The man lifted the lid and fed it to his wife.
After drinking the water, Rong Yan obediently climbed onto the bed in the cubicle and shrank inside.
The knocking at seven o'clock woke up the two who hadn't had much rest yet.
He Wei arrived at the company early, eager to report to his boss the clues he had gathered after staying up all night.
Fu Jingsheng struggled to sit up: "I'll close the door, you can continue sleeping, I'll go to the conference room with He Wei."
He covered his wife with the blanket and went out.
In the meeting room, He Wei spread several photos on the table. From product warehousing to product delivery, except for the clothes that were sampled and opened, the other packaging was completely untouched. The photos showed that the problem was not with his own company.
However, the packaging details in the shipping photos provided by Ziyi seemed to be slightly different from the packaging that Fu received. He Wei pointed to the area circled in red.
Fu Jingsheng discovered that although the packaging was vacuum-packed at the factory to remove the air, the packaging bag received by the Fu family was slightly bulging.
Was it switched during transport?
“It’s easy to replace them during transport. Just prepare a batch of goods in advance, load them onto the truck, replace the genuine products, and the genuine products can continue to be sold.” He Wei and Fu Jingsheng shared the same idea.
"Should we give Lao Zhao a call?" He Wei asked.
"Don't make a move yet, lest we alert them. Investigate who delivered this batch of goods, what the license plate number is, and whether they came into contact with any other people along the way..." Fu Jingsheng thought about it with growing dread.
The substitution during transportation was clearly premeditated. They had calculated exactly when and how much Ziyi would ship the goods and even bribed the driver to switch the cargo. That person must have been a high-ranking executive at Ziyi.
Fu Jingsheng must investigate first.
"Boss, everyone's waiting for a result. Don't you really want Lao Zhao's side to cooperate with the investigation? There's strength in numbers."
"No, is the PR copy ready? Send it to me so I can take a look. We'll admit our mistake. No matter what, the goods did come from Fu's live stream. We'll have to compensate the consumers even if it's fake, and then we'll have to deal with the suppliers later."
With a clue found, things became much easier.
Fu Jingsheng then assigned the work to them.
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Guo An went to Lin Wei's apartment after his night shift.
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