Can't afford to pay for the takeout? Stunning CEO: Then pay with your body!

The heavy solid wood door closed silently after the last executive's hasty departure.

The world is peaceful now.

The oppressive atmosphere in the conference room, which had almost solidified into a tangible tension, dissipated completely as the group of people left.

Nie Qingcheng remained in a half-squatting position, her head tilted back. Her fox-like eyes, which were usually capable of stirring up storms in the business world of Jinghai, were now filled with cautious tension, like those of a puppy.

"Why are you so late? Does your hand still hurt?"

Her voice was soft and gentle, as if afraid that even the slightest breath would worsen his "injury".

Zhang Yan lowered his eyes, looking at her as if facing a formidable enemy, and then at his own left hand, which was wrapped up like a work of art. A sense of absurdity, both funny and sad, welled up in his heart.

He withdrew his hand.

"It doesn't hurt."

Nie Qingcheng immediately stood up, her face full of disbelief, as if she wanted to say something more.

I'm hungry.

Zhang Yan interrupted her, saying casually.

These three words are more effective than any attempt at reassurance.

"Yes, yes, let's eat!"

Nie Qingcheng snapped out of her daze, the tension on her face instantly replaced by annoyance. "It's all my fault. I lost track of time in the meeting. Are you starving?"

She took Zhang Yan's intact right hand and hurriedly led him out of the conference room, toward the more imposing double doors at the end of the corridor.

The CEO's office.

Big.

air.

cold.

This was Zhang Yan's first impression upon entering this place.

The entire space is nearly 200 square meters, with one side featuring a floor-to-ceiling window that offers a panoramic view of most of Jinghai City's prosperity.

The black desk resembled a docked warship, with every item on it arranged meticulously, exuding an obsessive-compulsive precision.

The entire office, like Nie Qingcheng herself, was glamorous and powerful, yet also cold and unapproachable.

"sit."

Nie Qingcheng pointed to the expensive-looking genuine leather sofa by the window, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

She pressed Zhang Yan down onto the sofa, then personally poured him a glass of warm water from the bar and handed it to him before stepping back behind the huge desk in her high heels.

The moment she sat down, the gentleness and tension on her face vanished, and she put on her cold mask again.

She picked up the internal phone on the table.

"Make Mr. Wang redo the budget proposal. If he can't do it well, he's fired."

"Notify the legal department to prepare to initiate bankruptcy liquidation proceedings against the Zhao Group. I don't want to see this name in Jinghai again."

"The 3 PM meeting is postponed; I have something to do."

Each instruction was delivered calmly, clearly, and without any emotion.

The woman who lost her composure in the alley because of a scratch he gave her, and the queen in front of her who could decide the life and death of a family with a snap of her fingers, seemed like two completely different people.

Zhang Yan sat on the sofa, drinking water and quietly watching her.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, enveloping her.

She frowned slightly as she intently reviewed the documents, her Montblanc pen occasionally gliding across the paper.

Very beautiful.

It also creates a sense of distance.

After finishing his water, Zhang Yan placed the cup on the coffee table.

boring.

A pure, physiological boredom began to spread throughout his body.

His gaze swept around the office, finally settling on the crystal fruit bowl on the coffee table.

It was filled with various fresh fruits, including a bunch of dark purple grapes, plump and glistening with tiny water droplets.

Zhang Yan's heart stirred.

He stretched out his good right hand and picked up the fruit plate.

Then, he sat on that million-dollar sofa, in an extremely relaxed manner, and began peeling grapes.

His movements were slow and focused.

Using the nails of your index finger and thumb, gently pinch the top of the grape, tear a small opening, and then peel off the thin, astringent skin completely, following the texture of the flesh.

One, two...

Soon, a small, crystal-clear mountain of fruit pulp piled up on the tissue in front of him.

His "injured hand," wrapped in gauze, rested casually on his knee, as if it were just a useless decoration.

After peeling half a bunch of grapes, Zhang Yan stood up.

He carried the tissue containing the fruit pulp and quietly walked to the desk.

Nie Qingcheng was overwhelmed by a financial report, her brows furrowed into a deep frown, completely unaware of his approach.

Zhang Yan didn't say anything to disturb them.

He simply reached out his right hand, picked up the plumpest, peeled grape, and gently brought it to her lips.

Just as Nie Qingcheng was getting annoyed and wanted to bite the pen tip, her lips suddenly touched something cool, soft, and elastic.

She subconsciously assumed it was the gummy candy she had left on the table.

Without thinking, he slightly opened his mouth and took the thing in.

The sweet and sour juice bursts in your mouth.

Very sweet.

But the next second, she sensed that something was wrong.

That thing seemed to be connected to something...

Her tongue, unconsciously, pushed forward and gently touched a warm, calloused, and slightly trembling fingertip.

! !

A faint electric current surged from the tip of my tongue, instantly coursing through my entire body.

Nie Qingcheng's body stiffened abruptly.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment.

The pen in her hand stopped on the paper.

She slowly, inch by inch, raised her head.

Those sharp, focused phoenix eyes met Zhang Yan's clear, slightly playful eyes.

His fingers were still lingering on her lips.

The posture was extremely ambiguous.

The office was eerily quiet, with only the faint whirring of the central air conditioning and the increasingly heavy breathing of the two people.

Zhang Yan looked at her stunned expression, biting her finger, and the smile in his eyes grew wider and wider.

He tried to pull his hand away.

But Nie Qingcheng seemed to realize something and gently tightened her teeth.

"you……"

Nie Qingcheng finally regained her voice, and her cheeks flushed a beautiful blush at a visible speed.

Zhang Yan raised an eyebrow, signaling her to relent.

Nie Qingcheng didn't let up; instead, she glared at him with her misty eyes, as if to say: You asked for it.

The standoff lasted for a full five seconds.

"Clatter".

Nie Qingcheng finally opened her mouth and released the pen from her hand.

The expensive pen fell onto the table with a crisp sound, breaking the thick silence.

She didn't pick it up.

The blush on his face quickly faded, replaced by a sly, mischievous smile that made Zhang Yan feel uneasy.

She stood up.

The high heels made two soft sounds on the floor as they walked around the huge desk.

She walked up to Zhang Yan and stopped.

Then, before Zhang Yan could react, she stretched out her arms and hooked them around his neck.

He turned his body and sat down.

She just sat down in his lap without caring about anything else.

Zhang Yan's body stiffened, and he subconsciously tried to stand up, but her legs were firmly locked in place.

Soft and incredibly elastic, it clings tightly to the skin even through the thin fabric.

The rich, cool fragrance, mixed with her unique body temperature, domineeringly invaded all his senses.

"I can't concentrate on the document."

Nie Qingcheng rested her chin on his shoulder, turned her face to the side, and her warm breath brushed against his ear. Her voice was soft and charming, with a hint of self-righteous arrogance.

"It's all your fault."

"so……"

She stuck out her tongue and gently licked her overly moist red lips, which had become excessively wet from her previous actions. Looking at Zhang Yan's tense profile, the smile in her eyes was so alluring it could drip water.

"You have to take responsibility."