Chapter 38 You're smoking a cigar.
"Looking for General Manager Shang? Do you have an appointment?" A staff member on the first floor of the office building asked the beta in front of him. "If you don't have an appointment, you can contact him now if you have one with an assistant."
Mu Yan was slightly taken aback, and just as he was wondering what to do, the telephone in front of the staff member suddenly rang.
He saw the dedicated line displayed and hurriedly answered it: "Hello, Assistant Luo... Okay, okay, I'll bring him up right away."
He smiled politely at Mu Yan, much more respectful than before: "Hello, Assistant Luo said that President Shang would like to invite you upstairs. Please follow me."
Mu Yan followed him, carrying a lunchbox and a thermos, into the elevator. The receptionist pressed the button for the top floor elevator for him, then turned and exited the elevator.
The Mingkang Building has 35 floors, and Shang Qiyue's office is located on the top floor.
When Mu Yan pushed the door open, Shang Qiyue was flipping through documents, his slender fingers casually flicking the pen, his brows slightly furrowed, only relaxing a little when he saw Mu Yan appear.
Because it's on the top floor, Shang Qiyue's office has an excellent view. Looking out from the tall, bright floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the tower that is a landmark building in City A.
"Sorry, I forgot to tell the receptionist you were coming."
“It’s alright, sir. I didn’t wait long before that gentleman brought me up.”
"Have you eaten? What did you eat?" Shang Qiyue asked him.
Mu Yan smiled and said he had eaten at eleven o'clock. It was Saturday, and he hadn't worked overtime. He woke up around ten o'clock.
Last night, he and Shang Qiyue did nothing. After Shang Qiyue told him that he had arranged those things, he just held him and slept as usual, chatting with him about trivial things in life and work before going to sleep.
Mu Yan's work is generally satisfactory, but there are always product managers who can't explain the requirements and annoying colleagues.
Shang Qiyue was three years older than him and, as a manager, had some different perspectives on workplace matters. Although his words were sometimes not pleasant to hear, Mu Yan still felt that chatting with him was very beneficial.
After saying goodnight to Shang Qiyue, Mu Yan couldn't help but ask him what the "other thing" he wanted from her was before going to sleep.
Shang Qiyue wrapped him up in his arms like a pillow and kissed his forehead.
"I want... you to bring me lunch to the company tomorrow."
"Tomorrow is Saturday, do you have to work tomorrow?" Mu Yan was stunned, completely unaware of Shang Qiyue's purpose in asking him to bring food. "Then why did you chat with me for so long..."
“Hmm,” Shang Qiyue said, “It’s okay. I don’t usually work overtime. There’s a pretty important project that’s about to go through the bidding process, so we need to be well prepared.”
"It's so tiring..." Mu Yan said softly, his eyelashes trembling slightly in the moonlight.
Mu Yan's concerned gaze seemed genuine. Shang Qiyue looked at him and smiled silently: "I'm not usually tired, but I have been a little lately... You'll be here tomorrow, right? Once I see you, I won't feel tired at all."
Shang Qiyue was always like this, saying all sorts of nonsensical but nice things in perfectly formal situations. Mu Yan felt a little embarrassed by his words, and of course, she had no reason to refuse.
Mu Yan prepared three dishes and a soup for him. The food was packed in a lunchbox, the black chicken soup was packed in a thermos, and some fruit was cut up and put in another box.
Shang Qiyue seemed to really like the food he made, and he ate almost everything. When Mu Yan saw that he had finished eating, he thought that he was going to take a nap or continue working, so he reached out to help him pack up his lunchbox.
But at that moment, her wrist was gently grasped.
"I'll clean up in a bit." Shang Qiyue pulled him into his arms, gently pressed him down, and placed his palm on his lower back.
Mu Yan's breath hitched, and his body stiffened for a few seconds before he realized that he might have misunderstood something.
When Shang Qiyue said he was delivering food, he wasn't simply delivering food as he thought.
This is the office... Shang Qiyue always wanted to be in the office with him...
But he had already promised Shang Qiyue, and he shouldn't go back on his word.
Mu Yan's heart was pounding, and he dared not move again. But the quieter he was, the tighter Shang Qiyue's palms tightened, his fingertips slowly caressing his side waist, like the special patience of a beast about to devour its prey.
"Why are you so afraid?" Shang Qiyue chuckled. "I thought you knew what I meant."
Mu Yan lowered his head very low, resting it on Shang Qiyue's shoulder.
"I didn't know before, but I know now..."
"Don't be afraid," Shang Qiyue reassured him, "I've locked the door, no one will dare to come in. The French windows are one-way only."
It took Mu Yan a while to calm down from his pounding heartbeat.
"I...I'm fine...I promised you, sir...I don't want to do it."
"Good boy." Shang Qiyue kissed his forehead, then carried him to the French windows.
Mu Yan was pressed against the French windows and kissed. The faint smell of cigars emanating from Shang Qiyue enveloped him, and combined with the feeling of weightlessness, made Mu Yan a little dizzy.
"You're smoking a cigar," Mu Yan asked instinctively, "Are you under a lot of pressure? I remember you haven't smoked one for almost a week..."
Shang Qiyue was speechless. How could this person still say such things when he was almost completely taken advantage of?
He brushed aside Mu Yan's sweat-dampened temples and looked into his beautiful, captivating eyes: "Focus."
It's strange. I don't usually have a face that's so good-looking that you'd never forget me in a crowd, so how come these eyes look so captivating and beautiful now?
Shang Qiyue supported him with one hand and gently held his waist with the other. The warmth of his palm seeped into his skin through the thin shirt, aggressive yet patient, like soothing a not-so-friendly kitten.
"Why are you so nervous, baby? Don't be afraid, relax a little, okay?"
Mu Yan's eyelashes trembled violently. Just as he was about to speak, there was a sudden knock on the office door—
"Mr. Shang, I've come to deliver the tender documents you requested to print."
Mu Yan's heart clenched, his ears burned, and he froze.
The person outside knocked on the door again; the voice sounded like a male alpha: "Mr. Shang, are you in your office?"
Mu Yan felt weak all over. He reached out and gently pushed Shang Qiyue, his eyes like those of a frightened little rabbit, desperately searching for a place to hide.
Shang Qiyue calmly picked him up and walked directly towards the door. He gently pressed Mu Yan closer to him, signaling Mu Yan to hide his face.
The man's palm was warm, and his grip was not strong, but it exuded an undeniable authority.
Mu Yan's heart suddenly raced, and his pupils contracted. He didn't know what Shang Qiyue was planning to do, so he was on edge and didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.
The people outside were still waiting. Shang Qiyue held the back of his neck with one hand, as if to comfort him, or as if toying with him without making a sound.
Mu Yan almost reflexively struggled, trying to push Shang Qiyue away.
However, he quickly restrained his instinctive reaction.
You must not disobey your master...
The person outside seemed to hear footsteps inside, and he knocked on the door again, quite presumptuously: "Mr. Shang, are you there?"
—For a subordinate to behave like this towards their superior is extremely rude. He's probably new to the job and doesn't understand workplace etiquette.
Mu Yan's fingertips dug tightly into Shang Qiyue's shirt, her knuckles turning white. Her thin arms trembled slightly, and the stray hairs on her forehead were soaked with cold sweat, sticking to her pale temples.
He didn't even dare to breathe too hard; his chest heaved violently, and he was almost suffocating.
Shang Qiyue carried him to the office door.
The hand that had been resting on Mu Yan's waist silently moved to the doorknob.
The top floor of Mingkang Building isn't just for the president's office; Shang Qiyue's two assistants also have their offices on this floor. In fact... Mu Yan even overheard that a small meeting was scheduled to be held in the conference room on this floor at 1 p.m. when he took the elevator up.
If the door were to open now...
This fear almost instantly drained him of all his strength, leaving him unable to even resist. His lips turned white, his eyes stung, and his moist eyes held a barely suppressed terror.
Then.......
Then he heard Shang Qiyue chuckle softly, with a hint of nonchalant pleasure.
The hand that had been on the doorknob returned to the back of Mu Yan's neck, gently and softly clasping it.
"Give it to Assistant Luo."
The person outside paused for a moment, then responded, and the footsteps quickly faded away.
Silence finally returned to the air.
Mu Yan's legs went weak, her forehead rested on Shang Qiyue's shoulder, her chest heaved violently, and her fingertips were still tightly gripping his shirt, as if all her strength had been drained away, even her breathing was filled with suppressed trembling.
He just... genuinely thought Shang Qiyue would open the door.
But no.
Shang Qiyue is like someone controlling a kite, pulling the string just right so that the kite won't fall, but also won't fly too far away.
Mu Yan bit her lip tightly, her eyelashes trembling like a dying butterfly, but she still didn't make a sound, feeling as if she was suffocating from the pressure.
Shang Qiyue looked down at the person in his arms, his gaze deep, his tone gentle and doting: "It's alright, he's gone, no one else saw you, sweetie, cry it out, okay?"
"You're so beautiful... how could I bear to let others see you?"
Mu Yan finally burst into tears, and soon he was trembling all over. His eyes were red and wet tears slid down his pale cheeks. He had just bitten his lips until they bled. He huddled in Shang Qiyue's arms, as if he was trying desperately to suppress his emotions, but he couldn't hold back at all.
Shang Qiyue's dark trench coat and gray shirt were a complete mess.
I need to change my clothes this afternoon.
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