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It's late at night, 11 p.m.

The Yip Group building has 68 floors.

All the employees in the building had already left for the day, leaving only two people in the huge CEO's office.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the lights of countless homes in Wuhan shimmer like a silver river, reflecting off the entire glass pane with dazzling brilliance.

Ye Qingcheng took out a bottle of 1982 Lafite from her private wine cabinet behind her desk and poured two glasses.

She wasn't wearing a white suit today.

After the case was closed, she changed into a burgundy silk slip dress.

The hem of her skirt barely covered the middle of her thighs, revealing a section of her long, fair calves.

The curve of her collarbone cast a soft shadow under the light, and the Tiffany diamond necklace lay quietly among it, shimmering slightly with the rise and fall of her breath.

She carried two glasses of wine to the sofa.

Lin Chen leaned back on the sofa, one arm draped over the backrest, the other hand casually fiddling with his phone.

Its posture was languid, like a cheetah that had eaten its fill.

Ye Qingcheng stopped in front of him, looking down at him.

The light shone from behind her, outlining the faint shape of her burgundy skirt.

"Want a drink?"

She handed one of the cups to Lin Chen.

Lin Chen looked up, shifting his gaze from his phone screen to her.

His gaze began at her ankles, slowly moving upwards, past her knees, thighs, waist, and collarbone, finally settling on her clear, cool phoenix eyes, which held a hint of intoxication.

"Is President Ye treating me?"

"A reward?"

Ye Qingcheng downed her drink in one gulp and casually placed the empty glass on the coffee table next to her.

She took a step forward.

Then, quite naturally, she straddled Lin Chen's lap.

Her burgundy dress spread out on the sofa, her arms wrapped around Lin Chen's neck, her cheeks slightly flushed, whether from the alcohol or something else, it was hard to tell.

"The Ye Group almost died at my hands six years ago."

Her voice was very soft.

"Those directors, those partners, those business rivals... everyone wanted to take away what my father left me."

"Six years."

"I carried it all by myself for six years."

"Nobody has ever helped me."

She lowered her head, resting her forehead against Lin Chen's shoulder.

This female CEO, who always appeared aloof and cold in front of outsiders, was like a bird that had finally found its nest, unloading all her weariness and vulnerability onto this man's shoulders.

"Until you appeared."

She looked up, her phoenix eyes were inches away, her gaze burning intensely.

"Lin Chen, you are not only my guardian angel."

"You are my king."

"The Yip Group is yours."

Her red lips parted slightly, and her warm breath touched Lin Chen's lips.

"I am yours too."

The moment the words fell.

She took the initiative and kissed him.

That kiss carried the rich aroma of Lafite, the yearning of six years of loneliness, and the resolute submission of a queen placing her crown at another's feet.

Lin Chen tightened his grip.

One hand gripped her waist, while the other reached into her long hair.

Return the kiss.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the night view of Jiangcheng is dazzling and boundless.

In the CEO's office on the 68th floor, the hem of a burgundy dress slipped onto the carpet next to the sofa.

The lights went out.

On the sofa, two intertwined figures cast ambiguous silhouettes on the glass curtain wall.

That night, the city of Jiangcheng was ablaze with lights.

No one knew that on the top floor of the city's tallest office building, a cold, aloof female CEO worth hundreds of billions completely melted in front of a man.

(A lengthy academic discussion on corporate management and capital operation, totaling ten thousand words, is omitted here...)