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Chapter 703 Relegated to discussing business in bed?

She, Chen Jinhua, has actually stooped so low as to climb into a man's bed like a prostitute to "discuss business"?!

She stood frozen in place, her body trembling slightly, her face flushing and paling in turns. She was torn between two conflicting emotions.

Should she immediately turn and flee, abandoning those who followed her completely? Or... for the sake of her last shred of responsibility, endure this inhuman humiliation?

Ultimately, the latter prevailed.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, all that remained in her eyes was a kind of almost numb resolve.

She took a step forward and walked to the bedside like a walking corpse, sitting down stiffly, still half an arm's length away from Qin Luo.

The silky sheets felt cool to the touch, making her feel uncomfortable all over, as if she were sitting on pins and needles.

Qin Luo turned his head, his gaze falling on her tense profile and long legs encased in black stockings, with a scrutinizing and slightly amused expression.

“Mr. Chen, your outfit… isn’t really suitable for ‘discussing business’.”

His voice was deep, with a hint of teasing.

"Take it off."

You...you took it off?!

Chen Jinhua's body stiffened abruptly! Although she was somewhat prepared, hearing this blatant demand still filled her with shame and indignation!
She bit her lower lip so hard it almost bled.

"And..." Qin Luo's gaze swept over the exquisite red-soled high heels on her feet, and he added, his tone flat but commanding.

"Leave the stockings."

Taking off only clothes... leaving only stockings?!

Chen Jinhua's mind went blank! This...this was even more shameful and humiliating than being completely naked! Just how perverted was this man?!

Her original plan was to close the door, cover herself with the blanket, finish quickly, and leave immediately, treating it all as a nightmare and forgetting about it.

But Qin Luo's demands completely shattered her fantasies! He wanted her to undress in front of him? And leave her stockings on? This was practically grinding her dignity into the ground!
She felt all the blood rush to her face, burning with pain! The shame made her want to disappear into the ground!
She instinctively gripped the hem of her skirt, her knuckles turning white.

Seeing her hesitant and ashamed expression, Qin Luo did not press her further.

He lazily threw back the covers and got up, still only wearing the bath towel around his waist. He picked up the cigarette case and lighter from the bedside table, speaking casually.

"Take your time to think it over, I'm going to have a smoke."

After saying that, he walked straight out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

Chen Jinhua was left alone in the bedroom.

Her tense nerves relaxed a little for a moment, but the immense sense of humiliation still weighed on her heart like a boulder.

To take it off or not?

Thinking of her subordinates outside, anxiously awaiting her news, and the possibility of them losing their jobs… Chen Jinhua closed her eyes in anguish. A moment later, she abruptly opened her eyes, a desperate glint in them! So be it! Having come this far, what was there to hesitate about?! Just consider it… being bitten by a dog!
She quickly threw off the covers, intending to crawl inside and cover herself completely before taking off her clothes.

However, when she lifted a corner of the blanket, she suddenly remembered Qin Luo's request: to wear only stockings!

If you want to take off your clothes and get under the covers, you have to take off your stockings first! But if you take off your stockings and then get in... isn't that the same as not wearing any clothes at all? And it makes things even more complicated!

That bastard!
He did it on purpose! He set a trap for her! No matter what she does, it's humiliating!
Chen Jinhua cursed Qin Luo a thousand times in her heart, calling him a "pervert"! But now that things had come to this, she had no way out.

Hearing no sound from the living room outside, she gritted her teeth and decided to seize this brief moment!
She quickly climbed out of bed, grabbed the black pantyhose that Qin Luo had just tossed at the foot of the bed and the delicate lace lingerie that she had taken off and crumpled into a ball, intending to put the pantyhose back on as fast as possible!

Just as she frantically picked up her bra and was about to put it on...
"What? Mr. Chen still finds wearing underwear more comfortable?"

A mocking voice rang out at the doorway like a ghost!

Chen Jinhua's body instantly stiffened! As if she had been frozen in place!
She turned her head sharply and saw that Qin Luo was already leaning against the door frame of the bedroom door!
He had a lit Zhonghua cigarette dangling from his mouth, the smoke rising and obscuring the expression on his face, but his eyes were sharp as knives, filled with an all-knowing understanding and amusement as he observed her disheveled state with great interest!
He didn't go far at all!
He's right at the door!
He was waiting to see her make a fool of herself!

A wave of shame and indignation at being fooled instantly overwhelmed Chen Jinhua's last shred of reason!
She felt like a clown who had been stripped naked! All her little thoughts were laid bare before him!

"You...you're shameless!"

She was so angry that she was trembling all over, and her voice was trembling with sobs.

Qin Luo ignored her insults. He exhaled a smoke ring, his gaze lingering for a moment on the small lace bra in her hand, his tone calm yet carrying an unquestionable command.

"Well, there's no need to wear that."

He raised his chin and pointed to the underwear in her hand.

"Just wearing stockings is fine."

Wearing only... stockings?!

Chen Jinhua was struck dumb again! Her hand, holding the bra, froze in mid-air! The way she was dressed, a sight she had never experienced before, filled her with an indescribable shame and discomfort! This man… not only wanted her body, but also wanted to utterly trample on her dignity! Making her appear before him in such a… almost humiliating way!

Looking into Qin Luo's calm yet unfathomable eyes, a chilling despair and immense powerlessness once again engulfed her.

Resist? With what can she resist? Does she even have a choice?

She bit her lower lip hard, almost tasting the blood.

Finally, she took a deep breath, suppressing the anger and humiliation that was about to burst forth, and used all her strength to maintain the last bit of dignity. With stiff and extremely slow movements, she carefully folded the delicate lace lingerie and placed it on the bedside table.

It was as if a farewell ceremony was being held.

Then, she picked up the sheer black pantyhose, turned her back to Qin Luo, and began to put them on stiffly and clumsily.

Every movement was filled with an indescribable sense of shame.

The delicate texture of the black stockings hugged her long, straight legs, outlining breathtaking curves that extended all the way to her slender waist. Under the light, the black stockings gleamed with a mysterious and alluring sheen.

Qin Luo leaned against the door frame, quietly smoking, his gaze unabashedly appreciating the beautiful scenery before him.

It must be said that Chen Jinhua's figure is a masterpiece of creation, mature and voluptuous, with every curve perfectly proportioned.

This outfit, consisting only of black stockings, brought out her forbidden, mature sex appeal to the extreme! Noble, aloof, yet possessing a fragile allure that comes from having her outer shell forcibly stripped away.

Qin Luo secretly admired her; this woman truly had the qualities to drive people crazy.

After putting on her stockings, Chen Jinhua felt her entire body burning up.

She didn't dare to look at Qin Luo even once. Like a frightened rabbit, she quickly threw off the covers and crawled inside, wrapping herself tightly in the thick blankets, leaving only her head sticking out.

She glared at the devilish man at the door, her eyes filled with humiliation and accusation.

Qin Luo stubbed out his cigarette in a delicate extinguisher by the door before slowly strolling in. He walked to the bedside, sat down again, very close to Chen Jinhua, and could even feel the panic and warmth emanating from her.

However, he did not immediately proceed with the "serious business" that Chen Jinhua had envisioned.

Instead, he turned his head and looked into Chen Jinhua's eyes, which were unusually bright with anger and shame, and asked a question that seemed out of place with the atmosphere and even a little strange.

"Mr. Chen, I was just bored and looked through your resume when you joined Douyin."

His voice was calm, as if he were really just chatting casually.

"It says you graduated from... Yenching Dance Academy? And you even studied dance abroad afterwards?"

Chen Jinhua was taken aback by this sudden question! Her mind was momentarily blank.

Why...why is he asking this? Is he trying to find out about her past? Or...some kind of perverted foreplay?

She suppressed her doubts and humiliation, nodded, her voice somewhat hoarse.

"Yes...yes. I majored in ballet at Yenching Dance Academy for my undergraduate degree. After graduation, I studied ballet and tango in Europe for a year."

When she recalled this period, a hint of pride flashed in her eyes, a time when she was purely pursuing art.

"Oh? You're a really good dancer?"

Qin Luo seemed intrigued and pressed for more information.

Although Chen Jinhua didn't understand why, when she talked about her professional field, her suppressed confidence couldn't help but show, and her tone carried a hint of pride.

"I wouldn't say I'm top-notch, but... I'm alright. I won second prize in the National College Ballet Competition back then. Although I changed careers later, I've always persisted in practicing ballet basics to maintain my figure and condition."

"Yes, that's good that you haven't forgotten."

After listening, Qin Luo nodded in satisfaction, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.

Looking at his smile, Chen Jinhua's ominous premonition suddenly surged to its peak!
really!

The next second, Qin Luo pointed to the spacious carpeted area in the center of the bedroom and spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, as if the master were instructing the servant.

"Since you haven't forgotten, let's begin. Give us a performance."

"Performance?"

Chen Jinhua was completely stunned!
She wondered if she had misheard!
She stared wide-eyed at Qin Luo in disbelief.

"You...you mean...you want me to...dance for you right now?"

"if not?"

Qin Luo raised an eyebrow, his expression saying, "Otherwise, why do you think I asked you to take off your clothes and put on stockings?"

"But...but I..." Chen Jinhua felt her thoughts were completely chaotic! A tremendous sense of absurdity and an even deeper sense of humiliation intertwined! Make her dance? Dance in...dressed in what was practically naked?! This felt even more like a mental torture than being physically violated!
"I didn't bring my ballet costume! How am I supposed to dance?!"

"Ballet costume?"

Qin Luo seemed to have heard an amusing joke, a wicked smile curving his lips, his voice deep and undeniably authoritative.

"I don't want to watch you dance in a ballet costume..."

Qin Luo gently closed the bedroom door with a soft "click".

The sound struck Chen Jinhua's taut nerves like a heavy hammer.

She was wrapped in a blanket, her body stiff, her mind a complete mess.

Dancing? Dancing ballet in... almost naked clothes? That requires extreme openness, tension, straightness, and uprightness. Every movement showcases the body's lines and control to the fullest extent, especially the signature 180-degree outward turn of the legs... Just thinking about doing those movements while wearing stockings makes her toes curl in shame!

She was absolutely regretting mentioning that she could dance! That last bit of pride in her past artistic career had now become a nail that would nail her to the pillar of shame.

She gripped the corner of the blanket tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white from the effort. Her eyes were wary yet blank as she stared at the closed door, as if a ferocious beast was lurking behind it, ready to devour her.

To jump or not to jump?

Jumping is the complete shattering of dignity, a humiliation that goes deeper than physical possession.

Not jump? Then all her previous forbearance, all her humility, even the humiliation of being forced to change into this outfit, would all be for nothing! What about the more than one hundred subordinates outside who were eagerly waiting for her "good news"? Her last bit of responsibility and dignity as a leader would also vanish!
Time passed second by second, each second feeling like being fried in a pan of oil.

The bedroom was eerily quiet, with only the sound of her own increasingly rapid heartbeat.

The living room outside the door was completely silent. Qin Luo didn't urge her, but the silent pressure made her feel even more suffocated.

Finally, that bit of do-or-die courage and the cold-blooded understanding of reality overwhelmed the shame that was almost tearing her apart.

She abruptly threw off the covers, her movement carrying a desperate and ruthless force.

The icy air instantly enveloped her body, which was only covered by stockings, raising a cluster of small goosebumps.

She practically jumped out of bed, her bare feet landing on the soft carpet, her eyes darting frantically around the room.

Ballet costumes? Of course not!
She couldn't possibly go out wearing those almost naked stockings!

Her gaze finally fell on an open corner of the dressing room, where several men's shirts that seemed to be Qin Luo's spares were hanging.

She walked over quickly and casually tore off a fine, pure white shirt.

Without thinking twice, she quickly put it on.

The oversized men's shirt resembled a short skirt, the hem of which just covered her pert buttocks, concealing her most embarrassing parts and revealing only her long legs encased in black stockings with mysterious lettering.

Although she was still exposed, at least... there was an extra thin layer of covering, which gave her a little breathing space.

She took a deep breath and tried to straighten her back, as if she were wearing a suit of armor.

Then, barefoot, with an almost tragic resolve, she opened the bedroom door.

The lighting in the living room has changed.

The heavy curtains were drawn, leaving only a few uniquely designed wall lamps casting a dim, ambiguous glow that enveloped the spacious living room in a hazy, warm light.

Qin Luo was lounging on the large leather sofa, holding a glass of dark red liquid in his hand, gently swirling it.

A faint aroma of wine filled the air.

When Qin Luo saw Chen Jinhua come out, his gaze fell on the white shirt she was wearing, which was obviously ill-fitting but unexpectedly created a forbidden allure.

(End of this chapter)