Chapter 39
After a long flight and a soak in the sea, Shen Yiheng was so hungry when he returned to the restaurant that he ate heartily without caring about his image.
He ate with great relish, and Zhuang Yazhi's appetite seemed to improve as well.
"President Shen," Zhuang Yazhi called out.
Shen Yiheng was enjoying his meal when he blinked his innocent eyes and looked up.
"It's nothing, I was just calling you." Zhuang Yazhi smiled sweetly, her bright eyes and white teeth captivating Shen Yiheng with just one glance. He seemed to faint from the heat, unable to look away.
He changed into a local floral shirt, but he looked very serious. Although it was a bit out of place, it was actually quite cute.
It was still gnawing on the crab claws in its hands, its clumsy mouth biting and biting.
Zhuang Yazhi picked up a crab claw and skillfully broke it open. When she handed it to Shen Yiheng, he was a little flattered.
"Thank you," he said, a little embarrassed as he accepted the gift.
Although he said he came for freedom, Zhuang Yazhi wasn't stupid and sensed something was amiss.
"How many days are you planning to stay here?"
Zhuang Yazhi did not expose him, but continued the conversation.
Shen Yiheng's heart jumped into his throat, and he quickly made up a story: "Five or six days."
Zhuang Yazhi nodded in response: "Then I hope you have a good time. I've already booked a flight for tomorrow."
The conch shell in his hand fell onto the plate. His mouth was full of meat, but after Zhuang Yazhi finished speaking, it tasted like wax and he couldn't swallow it.
Zhuang Yazhi couldn't help but chuckle, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
He tried to make amends: "Oh dear, I seem to have forgotten that there's an emergency meeting tomorrow."
Zhuang Yazhi filled his glass with wine and waited for Shen Yiheng to finish editing.
As Shen Yiheng spoke, he became increasingly anxious, and even he realized that he was starting to lose his composure. In the end, he was too lazy to make excuses and simply said, "Let's go together."
He finally said it; this is what he wanted.
My impression of Shen Yiheng is that he is carefree and decisive, and he will just grab whatever he wants without any reason. This time, it sounds like he is making a request, which is really rare.
Zhuang Yazhi did not respond to his request.
After dinner, the two walked along the beach for a while, aimlessly strolling and enjoying the breeze.
"Since we're already here, let's stay a few more days," Zhuang Yazhi casually remarked.
"There are still many fun things to do here. I can give you my travel guide from the past few days."
Shen Yiheng remained silent, as if he were in a contest. Every time Zhuang Yazhi asked him to stay, his patience would drop by 50%, and he gradually began to get a little irritated.
Especially with the evening breeze brushing against my throat, the aftereffects of those few drinks were kicking in, burning my stomach and making my ears turn red in the blink of an eye.
Not only him, but Zhuang Yazhi was the same.
She was a little unsteady on her feet, and suddenly she stepped into the air and was about to fall onto the beach.
At the critical moment, Shen Yiheng lent a helping hand, but because they lost their balance, the two of them fell into the seawater and gulped down several mouthfuls of seawater.
Once she got up there, Zhuang Yazhi didn't want to move at all. She sat on the edge of the beach and walked around, but the alcohol was much stronger than she had imagined. She became more and more dizzy and had no strength at all.
She wanted to lie back down on the beach, but the next second Shen Yiheng suddenly picked her up and she ended up lying on his strong back.
His clothes were still wet, and the wind made them feel even cooler. It was especially comfortable to lean my cheek against them, which could barely relieve the burning sensation on my face.
Her body was burning up, and she felt uncomfortable in her sleep, so she started to wriggle against Shen Yiheng's back.
Shen Yiheng was in just as much pain as Zhuang Yazhi, yet he was still restraining himself. Every time Zhuang Yazhi moved, his surging blood boiled a little more, burning him and making him feel flustered and shivering.
After finally getting back to the hotel, Shen Yiheng gently put the person down.
Zhuang Yazhi was already in a deep sleep due to her drunkenness, but her clothes were still wet, and he was worried that she would catch a cold.
"I'll change your clothes."
The silk coat clung to my skin when wet, rising and falling evenly with my breath. In the dimly lit room, the transparency seemed to make the skin appear even more translucent than its whiteness.
Shen Yiheng stared blankly for a few seconds, his palms trembling slightly. In just a short while, he was already sweating profusely, enough to dry his clothes.
His inner turmoil had reached its peak, and desire was catalyzing him to become a devil.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Shen Yiheng rushed into the bathroom and took cold showers again and again until the half-dried nosebleed fell into his chest cavity. As the water droplets dripped onto the floor, they blurred his vision.
It was already past midnight when I came out of the bathroom. Zhuang Yazhi was sleeping soundly beside me, muttering a few words every now and then, talking in his sleep again.
Shen Yiheng lay down and began to breathe heavily again.
He tossed and turned, unable to sleep, but even when he turned over, he did so quietly and awkwardly, afraid of disturbing Zhuang Yazhi.
Just as I was about to close my eyes, I suddenly opened them again, and I was unusually awake.
He then remembered that Zhuang Yazhi liked to talk when he was drunk, and that his words were quite credible.
Shen Yiheng sat up and gently lifted Zhuang Yazhi's face, forcing her to face him: "Tell me, do you love me or not?"
His voice was low in the darkness, and you could tell he was nervous; he even stuttered a little.
Zhuang Yazhi slept peacefully, her head resting softly in Shen Yiheng's warm and gentle palm, like a marshmallow.
That's it, I'm completely asleep.
Shen Yiheng was a little annoyed. He had asked too late; he should have asked as soon as he brought it back.
Not only did he not ask for an answer, but just as he was about to lie down, he was suddenly kicked so hard that his face contorted in pain.
This night was destined to be agonizing.
When Shen Yiheng woke up the next day, the morning light was dazzling. He reached out to touch the person beside him but found nothing. The bed was still warm, but the person was gone.
Zhuang Yazhi had already boarded a plane to leave the island, and her itinerary was not to be changed easily.
"Yes, I'm going back now." After hanging up with Li Si, Zhuang Yazhi lay down and dozed off for a while.
I try to clear my mind, but there's always a figure haunting me, like a persistent ghost.
He was unexpectedly gentle last night, and now, looking back, I can't help but have some extra thoughts.
At this very moment, Shen Yiheng was boarding the plane while feeling utterly frustrated and angry.
Zhou Ying didn't even need to guess much; just by looking at the arrogant, headstrong manner he displayed when he got off the plane, she knew he had suffered a setback over there.
He handed over the car keys: "President Zhuang just got off the plane not long ago. You can still catch up with him if you go now."
Shen Yiheng glared coldly at Zhou Ying, then left without taking the item or looking back.
After walking a few steps, Shen Yiheng suddenly turned back, snatched the key away, and glided past like the wind without leaving a trace. He said he liked driving.
The two supercars sped along the highway. Although they started a little late, Shen Yiheng stepped on the gas and finally caught up with Zhuang Yazhi's car half an hour later.
As they drove at a constant speed parallel to each other, Zhuang Yazhi gave a provocative smile.
This is the speed Shen Yiheng should have – ruthless and powerful; that feeling is back.
The two were secretly competing, their engines roaring like drums as they chased each other, neither giving an inch.
The two stopped at the entrance of Qianhai Technology at almost the same time and walked in unison toward the president's private elevator.
Three o'clock, perfect timing, time for the meeting.
The two men's views were surprisingly consistent during the meeting, and they worked together seamlessly. In just half an hour, they finished all the missed projects. After that, they got up and left at the same time, leaving the people in the meeting room with only two unattainable backs.
Zhuang Haiming looked completely bewildered. Did this mean they had made up?
Looking at Cheng Yan across from him, he also felt a little embarrassed, as Zhuang Yazhi hadn't even glanced at him during the meeting.
After the meeting, she didn't even have time to say a word, only to be met with a resolute departure from behind.
Faced with Zhuang Haiming's rather awkward expression, Cheng Yan forced a smile, looking extremely uncomfortable.
In the general manager's office
Zhuang Yazhi and Shen Yiheng are drinking tea.
"General Manager Zhuang has exceptional execution skills. He's efficient and decisive in everything he does, and he's also very fast." Shen Yiheng was stern-faced, but his words were arrogant, suggesting he was planning to settle scores later.
Zhuang Yazhi was enjoying tea. The aroma was so enticing that a light sniff made him feel refreshed and able to completely ignore the annoying person in front of him.
"President Shen is not bad either. I have long heard that you are decisive in doing things and your ability to catch up and surpass others has really broadened my horizons."
When it comes to arguing for the sake of arguing, Zhuang Yazhi is no slouch either.
She enjoyed seeing Shen Yiheng speechless with anger, yet still brimming with energy, hoping he would be disqualified.
“Mr. Shen is a gentleman,” Zhuang Yazhi added, chuckling lightly with an ambiguous tone.
Shen Yiheng's face darkened upon hearing this, and he naturally interpreted it as Zhuang Yazhi calling him a coward.
The scalding hot tea ignited Shen Yiheng's long-suppressed restlessness.
He could no longer control his arrogant heart. He stepped up and pinned Zhuang Yazhi to the sofa, not giving her any room to move.
"Getting impatient?" She was still mocking Shen Yiheng, her slender hands wrapped around his burning hot arms and neck, playfully teasing him up and down.
I thought he could keep up the act for a long time; I almost fell for his trick.
Shen Yiheng was panting nervously. It was better not to be a gentleman; his beastly nature was hard to hide, and in the end, he would only be ridiculed.
Zhuang Yazhi, pinned beneath him, did not resist, letting him passionately shower her with kisses.
At that moment, she had only one thought in her mind: Shen Yiheng was really bursting with pent-up frustration.
In the hazy state of desire, Shen Yiheng raised his head and gently kissed Zhuang Yazhi's fair forehead. He seemed to be questioning her, but there was also a hint of resentment in his voice: "You really have a heart of stone, using me and then dumping me."
Zhuang Yazhi was captivated by the kiss, but she also clearly understood what Shen Yiheng was saying.
When did you first find out about my plans?
She was particularly interested in this.
Shen Yiheng's eyes were filled with deep affection, a result of his excessive sensitivity towards Zhuang Yazhi.
“That night in the small room of the banquet hall, you pushed me away, but before you did, you glanced at the door out of the corner of your eye. You wanted to make sure that Shen Qianli saw us break up before you could move on to the next step.”
Shen Yiheng's meticulousness was enough to astound Zhuang Yazhi.
“But that’s not enough.” Shen Yiheng lifted Zhuang Ya’s chin, her pink lips were very alluring.
"If you want to break up the alliance between Shen Qianli and Zhuang Haiming, I will play along and wait for you in the rain all night." Her affectionate demeanor was enough to fool Zhuang Haiming, who was peeking from the window, and the plan to sow discord was successful.
The scheme was exposed, but Zhuang Yazhi showed no remorse whatsoever. To her, it was just a matter of course; if Shen Yiheng wanted to join in, she would simply let him participate in the performance.
"Stop taking on so many functions." Zhuang Yazhi ruthlessly pushed the person away.
We've kissed and touched each other, so let's consider this payment for his performance fee and call it even.
Just as he was about to get up, Shen Yiheng suddenly pressed him back onto the sofa with a fierce move, forcefully restraining him once again: "It's nothing."
He stopped pretending and openly expressed his inner desires. The repression of the past few days made his actions increasingly wild, and his intense movements threw reason and gentlemanly conduct to the back of his mind, returning him to his primal nature.
As dusk and night blend together, neon lights are reflected on the floor-to-ceiling windows, creating a dazzling and colorful night that captivates and enchants time and again.
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