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

The heavy mahogany door closed behind us with a soft "click".

Then came the sound of the door locking.

The sound was exceptionally crisp in the empty CEO's office, like the sound of a starting gun.

Before Zhang Yan could turn around, his tie was grabbed by a strong force, and he staggered forward two steps.

Nie Qingcheng didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

Her eyes, which could have frozen people into ice sculptures just moments before, now seemed to be burning with two balls of fire.

She kicked off her high heels casually; one flew onto the leather sofa, and the other rolled to the French windows.

This female CEO, worth hundreds of billions, stood barefoot on the carpet, appearing shorter, yet her aura was even more imposing.

"Playing dumb with me?"

Nie Qingcheng forced Zhang Yan to stand in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window. Outside, the city of Jinghai was shrouded in torrential rain and dazzling neon lights. The rain was pounding against the glass, as if providing accompaniment for the atmosphere inside.

She reached out and poked Zhang Yan's chest, her fingernails tracing his skin through his shirt, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Just now in the conference room, they used hacking techniques and recorded audio playback to make my aunt look like she didn't even recognize her own mother."

Nie Qingcheng stood on tiptoe, her nose almost touching Zhang Yan's chin, her breath hot.

"Zhang Yan, isn't this gigolo thing getting a little too much for you?"

Zhang Yan lowered his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him who had let down all her guard and was like a cat with its fur standing on end, begging to be petted.

He reached out and put his arm around her slender waist, pulling her closer to prevent her from losing her balance.

"Mr. Nie, I'm doing this to protect the boss's interests."

Zhang Yan smiled, his tone still leisurely and deliberate, "Besides, if I don't act tough, how can I be worthy of being called the number one female demon in Jinghai?"

Stop being so cheeky.

Nie Qingcheng snorted, but her hands were already busy unbuttoning his shirt.

The movements were hurried, even a bit rough.

The chill of being betrayed by a loved one and the pressure of being forced out by the company's shareholders both needed an outlet at this moment.

Zhang Yan was her only antidote.

"I didn't expect that either..."

Nie Qingcheng's fingers paused on his collarbone for a moment, her voice lowered, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

"I never expected you would go to this lengths for me."

She had always thought Zhang Yan was just a somewhat talented and mysterious young man.

But tonight, as he sat in the conference room, effortlessly manipulating those old foxes, she truly realized that this man was a bottomless abyss.

But he directed all his sharpness at outsiders, leaving her only warmth and embrace.

"Are you moved?"

Zhang Yan caught her fidgeting hand, kissed it, and said, "If you're touched, shouldn't you show it some real emotion?"

Nie Qingcheng raised her head and gave him a flirtatious glance.

"Didn't I just say that?"

She turned and walked to the wall of books in the office, and pressed her hand on a thick copy of "Zizhi Tongjian".

"Click—"

The wall of books slowly slid open to both sides, revealing a hidden space behind it.

It was an extremely luxuriously decorated rest suite.

It's less of a lounge and more of a presidential suite in a five-star hotel.

A huge circular waterbed, a temperature-controlled wine cabinet, and even a double bathtub with a massage function.

The warm yellow lights automatically turned on, and a faint lavender scent filled the air, creating a completely different world from the cold, impersonal office outside.

"This is where I rest when I'm tired from working overtime."

Nie Qingcheng turned to look at Zhang Yan, a provocative smile curving her lips, and gently loosened the bow tie at the collar of her shirt.

The silk slipped off.

There's no one else here tonight.

"Just you and me."

Nie Qingcheng walked into the room barefoot, turned around, and beckoned to Zhang Yan with her finger.

"What are you still standing there for?"

"Didn't you ask for overtime pay?"

"Come and get it."

Zhang Yan looked at the woman standing under the lights, exuding charm, and sighed helplessly.

This is not overtime pay.

This is clearly a matter of life and death.

He casually tossed his coat onto the sofa and strode inside.

As the wall of books slowly closed, it completely shut out the wind and rain outside the window and the disturbances of the world.

This night was destined to be long.

……

The next morning.

The rain stopped.

The long-awaited sunlight pierced through the clouds and streamed through the gaps in the French windows onto the messy bed.

Zhang Yan opened his eyes and felt that his arm was so numb that he couldn't feel it anymore.

Nie Qingcheng was wrapped around him like an octopus, one leg pressing against his waist, her head resting on his arm, fast asleep.

The usually decisive and ruthless female CEO was now disheveled, with a trace of drool at the corner of her mouth, completely lacking any semblance of elegance.

Zhang Yan carefully pulled his arm out.

"Well……"

Nie Qingcheng grumbled in dissatisfaction, closed her eyes, reached out and groped around, grabbed Zhang Yan's wrist, and hugged him back to her arms, nuzzling him.

"Stop fooling around... just five more minutes of sleep..."

His voice was hoarse, carrying a strong sense of languor and dependence.

"Mr. Nie, the sun's already high in the sky."

Zhang Yan glanced at the clock on the wall; it was almost nine o'clock.

"Today is Monday, I have an 8 AM shift."

Upon hearing the words "8 a.m.," Nie Qingcheng finally reluctantly opened one eye.

She looked at Zhang Yan in a daze, seemingly still recovering from last night's madness. It took her several seconds to realize who he was.

"Is it okay if I don't go?"

Nie Qingcheng turned over, buried her face in the pillow, and said in a muffled voice, "I'll write you a sick note, just say... just say that you accompanied the president of Qingcheng Group for a whole night of business negotiations, and that you did a great job."

Zhang Yan was amused by her reasoning.

He slapped her pert buttocks.

"Is that a business negotiation? That's unilateral exploitation of labor."

Zhang Yan rolled out of bed, picked up his clothes from the floor and started to put them on. "Besides, if I skip class every day and fail to graduate, I'll have to rely on you to support me. That would be such a low-class way to be a gigolo."

Nie Qingcheng lay on the bed, watching the man who was fastening his belt.

With broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a smooth, powerful back, even just a glimpse of his back was enough to captivate her.

"What's wrong with taking care of you?"

Nie Qingcheng propped her chin up, and the silk quilt slipped down, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin, still bearing the traces of last night's frenzy.

"Does my relationship with a man, Nie Qingcheng, require me to be beholden to anyone else?"

"As long as you behave, I'll take care of you for life, and even for the next."

Zhang Yan got dressed, walked back to the bedside, and leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"Okay, then I will study hard and strive to become a high-level talent worthy of being taken care of by President Nie as soon as possible."

"I'm gone."

Zhang Yan waved his hand and turned to leave.

As she watched his figure disappear through the doorway, Nie Qingcheng's languid smile gradually faded.

She reached for her phone on the bedside table and dialed her secretary, Linda.

His voice instantly regained its usual coldness and authority.

"Linda, notify the legal department that I want to see the most severe indictment in Nie Hongmei's case."

"Also, investigate the background of that Tianqing Capital."

"Anyone who dares to touch my people will be wiped out, not even a blade of grass will remain in Jinghai."

After hanging up the phone, Nie Qingcheng lay back down on the pillow that still held Zhang Yan's warmth and took a deep breath.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up again.

That little rascal has amazing stamina.

……