Now that they've all been reborn, who wouldn't be living life to the fullest?

It was almost midnight when the car arrived at the Chengfeng Capital building.

The three of them went upstairs and into Su Yifeng's office.

Lan Qimeng placed the auction confirmation on the table, then slumped onto the sofa and let out a long sigh of relief.

"I'm exhausted." She kicked off her high heels and put her feet on the coffee table. "My arms are sore from holding up the sign."

Zhou Lingxi stood to the side, still clutching her bag, unsure whether to sit or stand.

Su Yifeng sat down behind his desk, lit a cigarette, and looked at Lan Qimeng: "Eight hundred and forty million, which is much lower than the budget."

"Absolutely!" Lan Qimeng laughed. "My heart was pounding when I raised the paddle; it was so exhilarating to call out tens of millions!"

As she spoke, she stood up from the sofa and walked barefoot to Su Yifeng's side.

The fur coat had been unbuttoned at some point, revealing a red, tight-fitting sweater that accentuated her exaggerated figure.

"Boss," Lan Qimeng said, one hand on the desk and the other on Su Yifeng's shoulder, "how did I do today?"

"good."

"Just one sentence that's not bad?" Lan Qimeng bent down, her face close, her red lips almost touching Su Yifeng's ear. "I saved you tens of millions. Aren't you going to give me a reward?"

Su Yifeng looked at her without saying a word.

Lan Qimeng smiled, lifted her leg, and straddled Su Yifeng.

The leather skirt was already short, and when she sat down, it rolled up quite a bit, revealing her thighs covered in black stockings.

She wrapped her arms around Su Yifeng's neck, rubbed her buttocks against his legs, and said in a soft, sweet voice, "Boss, how do you want me to reward you?"

Su Yifeng's hand slid down from her waist and landed on her thigh.

The black stockings felt smooth to the touch, carrying the warmth of her body.

"What kind of reward would you like?"

Lan Qimeng didn't answer, but lowered her head and kissed him.

She's a great kisser.

It wasn't the awkwardness of a young girl, but the skill of someone who knew exactly what they were doing.

Her lips were soft, her tongue agile, and she made soft, satisfied sounds as she kissed, as if she were eating something delicious.

After kissing for a while, she released Su Yifeng's lips and sat up straight.

He reached behind his back and pulled down the zipper of his red sweater.

"hiss--"

The sweater slipped off her shoulders, revealing her black underwear underneath.

Her figure was the kind that was impossible to look away from; she had large breasts, a slim waist, and skin that glowed with whiteness. The black bra hugged her two plump mounds, the lace edge digging into her skin, leaving a faint mark.

Lan Qimeng threw the sweater on the ground and started unbuttoning her bra.

Zhou Lingxi stood in the middle of the office, completely frozen.

From the moment Lan Qimeng sat on Su Yifeng's lap, her mind went completely blank.

She wanted to leave, but her feet seemed rooted to the ground. She wanted to look away, but her eyes wouldn't obey her.

She watched Lan Qimeng take off her sweater, watched Lan Qimeng unbutton her bra, and watched the black lace bra fall to the ground.

Lan Qimeng's upper body was completely naked.

Zhou Lingxi's breath hitched.

It wasn't that she hadn't seen women's bodies before; she'd seen them many times in bathhouses.

But Lan Qimeng's figure still made her heart flutter. Her breasts were large and firm, their shape so perfect they seemed unreal.

Her waist was so thin you could pinch it with one hand, and her skin was so white it was almost transparent under the light.

Lan Qimeng kissed Su Yifeng again, her bare upper body pressed against his chest, making his white shirt wrinkled.

Su Yifeng's hand touched her bare back, sliding from her shoulder to her waist, then down to her leather skirt.

Lan Qimeng's breathing became heavier and heavier, and intermittent sounds came from her nose.

Zhou Lingxi finally came to her senses.

Her face was burning hot, her heart was pounding, and her palms were sweaty. She gripped her bag strap tightly, turned around, and headed for the door.

Just as he took a step, Lan Qimeng's voice came from behind him.

"elder sister."

Zhou Lingxi stopped.

Lan Qimeng peeked out from Su Yifeng's shoulder, resting her chin on his shoulder, and looked at Zhou Lingxi. Her face was flushed, her lips were a little swollen from being kissed, her eyes were watery, and she looked both alluring and seductive.

"Sister isn't leaving," Lan Qimeng tilted her head, a slight smile playing on her lips, "does she want to join too?"

She said this in a light, casual tone, as if she were asking, "Would you like to have some tea together?"

His eyes held a knowing look, and something else that was hard to define. It wasn't a provocation, but more like an invitation.

Zhou Lingxi's face turned red all the way to the roots of her neck.

"No...no." Her voice changed, becoming high-pitched and thin, completely unlike the capable and calm Director Zhou she usually was. "I...I'll go out."

She practically fled the office.

As the door closed behind her, she heard Lan Qimeng chuckle softly.

The corridor was empty.

Zhou Lingxi leaned against the wall, panting heavily. Her heart was pounding so fast it made her panic. She pressed the back of her hand to her face; it was frighteningly hot.

There were faint sounds coming from the office. They were very soft, almost inaudible through the door, but she knew what they were.

She walked quickly to her workstation, sat down, and turned on her computer.

The screen lit up, but she stared at the folder icon on the desktop, unable to concentrate on a single word.

My mind is a complete mess.

She remembered Lan Qimeng's bare upper body, the way she straddled Su Yifeng, and the expression on her face when she asked, "Sister, are you not leaving because you want to join us too?"

Zhou Lingxi closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

She always believed that she earned her living through her own abilities. What she despised most were women who used their bodies to climb the social ladder.

Zhou Lingxi would never stoop to doing things like dining with her boss, drinking with clients, or wearing low-cut dresses and pressing herself against men.

Available today.

Today, she watched with her own eyes as Lan Qimeng took off her clothes and straddled Su Yifeng.

The woman was seven years younger than her and hadn't even finished high school.

But she manages projects worth hundreds of millions, drives cars worth millions, and wears fur coats worth tens of thousands.

Zhou Lingxi couldn't help but start to doubt herself.

If I had just joined, would I have received these benefits too...?