Chapter 340: Interrogated by Director Su

"This…… am I suitable??" Lin Yuan asked, surprised and doubtful.

"Why not suitable? On the surface you belong to Su Mo Nong, but secretly you work for me, you are one of us. This position cannot be taken by Su Mo Nong, so letting you take it is most appropriate." Sun Weiwei said calmly.

"Um, I haven't prepared yet." Lin Yuan said, at this moment he was still a bit dazed.

I, for no reason, am about to be assigned as Wind Control Deputy Director??

This promotion leap is a bit too big.

The wind on the terrace swept up the evening chill, blowing Sun Weiwei's long hair to cling to her neck; the sunglasses on her fingertips turned in a circle, and her gaze fell on Lin Yuan's slightly stunned face.

Her tone carried an unquestionable certainty: "Preparation is left for the ambitious; if you want to climb up, this is the best opportunity."

"Then what exactly should I do?" Lin Yuan asked, with a complex tone.

Sun Weiwei said slowly, "You need to proactively approach Su Mo Nong and say that you've been in the Chairman's Office for so long, familiar with the company's wind control procedures, and want to contend for this deputy director position to steady the department for her."

Lin Yuan hadn't responded yet when Sun Weiwei stepped forward half a pace, her perfume mingling with the wind; she lowered her voice: "My dad has already said hello over there; when you run for election, our faction will deliberately show some weaknesses, pretending not to be able to beat you—then you'll naturally rise to the top, appearing on the surface as Su Mo Nong's victory, but actually the lifeline of the Wind Control Department will still be in our hands. Because you are one of us."

Lin Yuan's hand hanging at his side clenched slightly, a hint of "hesitation" appearing on his face; he lifted his eyes to Sun Weiwei, his tone easing: "This matter is not small; I need to think it over."

But he knew clearly in his heart that this was exactly what Su Mo Nong needed—using this opportunity to plant himself in the Wind Control Department to thoroughly uncover the Sun Licheng faction's financial flow, merely he couldn't appear too eager.

Sun Weiwei seemed to have anticipated his response, letting out a scornful laugh as she leaned back on the railing, she said calmly: "What's there to consider? You're currently the Chairman's Assistant, earning just over ten thousand a month, daily shuffling papers, with very little chance to climb up."

Sun Weiwei paused, her eyes full of temptation: "But the Wind Control Deputy Director position is different—starting salary 18,000, year-end bonus doubled, calculating to over 400,000 annually. Moreover, what is Su Mo Nong's faction's situation now? Her term as Chairman is about to end; her faction is panicking and won't last long; following her offers no future."

Lin Yuan fell silent for a few seconds, seeming persuaded, he slowly nodded: "I understand; tomorrow I will approach Director Su and propose that I want to run for the deputy director position."

Sun Weiwei's eyes instantly flashed with satisfaction; she stepped forward, patted Lin Yuan's arm, and her tone turned stern: "Remember, don't give yourself away. Su Mo Nong thinks carefully; don't let her know you've secretly defected to me—if she discovers you're my person, not only will you lose the deputy director post, but even your current position won't be secure."

"I understand." Lin Yuan nodded, his tone steady, concealing the turmoil beneath his eyes. He turned to leave, but after just two steps, Sun Weiwei's voice came from behind, carrying a hint of lazy ambiguity: "Lin Yuan, wait."

Lin Yuan stopped, turned to look at her. The sunset's light fell on Sun Weiwei's face, softening her contours; she no longer fiddled with her sunglasses, but crossed her arms, her eyes probing: "We've finished the formal talk; now it's time to discuss personal matters."

"Personal matters?" Lin Yuan blinked at the words.

Sun Weiwei's voice was soft and mysterious; her cunning high heels stepped forward slowly.

She stood before Lin Yuan, her scallion-white jade hand lightly tugging at his tie: "After all these days without contact, could it be that you… don't miss me?"

Lin Yuan's heart raced a little; he dazedly replied, "I… I do…"

Sun Weiwei's fingertip still hooked the edge of his collar, her nails painted light pink, warmed by the sunset.

"Since you do, then…" she trailed off softly, leaving no room for rebuttal, her other hand already lightly resting on her own waist, giving a slight wiggle as if complaining: "Help me massage, massage? You touch me—I've gained a bit of weight lately."

The wind blew her hair ends onto the back of his hand, making him instinctively clutch the can; distant buildings reflected the sun's light, Sun Weiwei still held the pose of tugging his collar, the corners of her eyes crinkling with a smile, even her tone of complaining about weight sounded like a whine.

As Lin Yuan's fingertip just touched Sun Weiwei's slim waist, he felt a warm, soft, delicate sensation—her waist was truly tight, a perfect grasp; this wasn't fat at all, clearly a model's figure.

"Help me press my shoulders, use your tuina technique to help me relax." Sun Weiwei whispered.

Lin Yuan lightly touched her fragrant shoulder.

The evening wind carried the traffic noise from outside the office building, lifting Sun Weiwei's hair that fell behind her shoulders, causing it to sway.

Lin Yuan could feel Sun Weiwei's body subtly tense, not relaxed as she appeared; the fabric under his palm felt smooth and cool, the silk shirt she usually wore.

"Ease up a little," Sun Weiwei said without turning her head, her voice tinged with nonchalance while her fingertips lightly tapped the railing, as if sending some secret signal: "Lately, for the Zhu Chunfeng matter, I've been meeting with my dad until midnight every day, my shoulders and neck are stiff."

Lin Yuan slowly pressed and kneaded along her shoulder line…

Lin Yuan focused only on the conversation: "You've indeed gone to trouble, after all the Wind Control Department is now crucial."

"That's precisely why we must hold on tight," Sun Weiwei suddenly turned her head, her gaze locking onto him, her eyelashes casting a faint shadow in the sunset: "So the deputy director position can only be ours. You must secure this position."

Lin Yuan nodded while doing so.

She suddenly slipped off her high heels…

That instant…

At this moment, Lin Yuan's heart raced.

He could smell the sweet fragrance emanating from Sun Weiwei's lovely body—the most exquisite scent a woman can have.

"Keep going." Sun Weiwei lightly grasped his hand, then placed Lin Yuan's palm…

At this moment, the breeze on the terrace turned gentle and alluring…

As they kept pressing, the two…

Sun Weiwei turned, her jade arm naturally hooking around Lin Yuan's neck.

Then her gorgeous red lips sealed a kiss on Lin Yuan.

"Stupid man, I haven't seen you in days—I've missed you." Sun Weiwei's voice sounded resentful as she squeezed out these words.

At this moment, feelings heated up.

【The following scenes, omitting 10,000 words……】

After over an hour, Lin Yuan and Sun Weiwei finally ended the "weight-loss exercise."

Sun Weiwei's long hair was damp, her bangs sticking to her pretty forehead, making her look bewitchingly sexy; she was drenched in fragrant sweat, utterly exhausted, her legs barely able to stand.

Lin Yuan was also drenched in sweat.

Sun Weiwei finally kissed Lin Yuan again before putting on her high heels, straightening her dress, and leaving.

Before leaving the terrace, she added teasingly: "Stupid man, today is just a little reward for you; as long as you successfully win the election for Wind Control Deputy Director, I'll give you a bigger reward."

Lin Yuan's heart jumped at her words: "What's the bigger reward??"

Sun Weiwei's pretty face flushed red; she whispered, "By then you'll know—anything you've played with, or haven't, is possible."

When she said those words, Sun Weiwei's pretty face was blushing; even she herself didn't know how she could utter such an embarrassing remark.

But since she and Lin Yuan secretly became involved, she truly grew more infatuated with Lin Yuan.

She became increasingly enamored of this clandestine affair.

It's really thrilling.

It's a dual stimulation of body and mind, enjoyable…

……

After Sun Weiwei left the rooftop, Lin Yuan stood dazed for a while, then finally put on his clothes and left the rooftop.

However, as he went downstairs, he realized something—today, with Sun Weiwei… it was a high-risk act.

Lin Yuan sent a WeChat message to Sun Weiwei, reminding her to remember to take the contraceptive pill…

After all, a high-risk act makes pregnancy very likely.

Soon Sun Weiwei replied with a WeChat message: "【You damn thing, are you that scared I'll get pregnant? Take care of yourself.】"

"Eh?"

This reply was ambiguous, leaving Lin Yuan unable to figure it out?

Did she actually take the contraceptive pill or not?

"……

After going downstairs, Lin Yuan, with a nervous feeling, came to Su Monong's office.

Lin Yuan stood outside the Chairman's office for a moment, the silky feel of Sun Weiwei's skirt hem still lingering on his fingertips; he subconsciously smoothed his crumpled tie and rubbed the corner of his mouth with his fingertip—afraid to leave any trace that shouldn't be there. He raised his hand and knocked three times on the door, and from inside came Su Monong's clear, cold voice: "Come in."

As he pushed the door open, the floor-to-ceiling window outside was already immersed in night, the desk lamp casting a warm yellow glow; Su Monong was lowering her head to look at a Wind Control Department report, her pen tip lightly tapping the paper. Lin Yuan walked to the desk, his voice steady yet unable to hide a hint of tension from the recent turmoil: "Director Su, Vice President Sun looked for me."

Su Monong's pen tip paused, she lifted her eyes to him: "What did she want from you?"

"She asked me to run for the Wind Control Deputy Director position, saying she would secretly keep the spot for me." Lin Yuan repeated the rooftop conversation verbatim, telling Su Monong everything from Sun Weiwei's promised salary to the faction's arrangement that would "expose a flaw."

But he alone did not mention the "weight loss" matter on the rooftop with Sun Weiwei.

"Joking aside, this thing really can't be said. Director Su would truly get angry."

Su Monong's fingertip lightly rubbed the edge of the desk, then she let out an extremely faint cold laugh, the smile tinged with a bit of mockery: "Sun Weiwei sure knows how to do a favor, thinking that pulling you to her side would let her grasp the Wind Control Department."

She rose and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the stream of car lights below merge into a river of light, her tone suddenly turning a few degrees colder: "Since she wants to act, we'll just play along." Turning her head, her eyes regained their usual composure: "Tomorrow go find her, say you've thought it through, you want to contend for this position, and tell her I agree to your running."

Su Monong walked back to the desk, took a stack of files from the drawer, and handed them to Lin Yuan: "Here are the Wind Control Department's project review records and procedures from the past three years—go familiarize yourself with them, and when the election comes, use these as 'chips'."

Lin Yuan took the files: "Rest assured, I know what to do."

Su Monong looked at him, her gaze gaining a bit of approval: "You are the person I placed beside Sun Licheng, from start to finish."

She tapped her fingertip on the capital flow column of the file: "With the Wind Control Department in our own people's hands, Sun Licheng's shady money chains can't stay hidden—once you become deputy director and figure out their approval process, we can truly cut off his retreat."

Lin Yuan lowered his head to look at the dense text on the file, recalling Sun Weiwei's parting words about a "greater reward," then comparing it to Su Monong's layout before him, his heart felt no wavering. He raised his head, his voice ringing firm: "Whatever you have me prepare, I will do. I will not reveal even a hint of a flaw, nor will I let Sun Weiwei see any crack."

Su Monong nodded in satisfaction, sat back down in her office chair, picked up a pen, and signed her name on the report: "Tonight memorize these materials; tomorrow morning I will have the HR department send out the election notice—this play must be performed so convincingly that everyone believes it."

"All right, Director Su, I'll go to work now." Lin Yuan said, stuffing the files into his briefcase, just about to turn and leave.

Suddenly from behind came Su Monong's voice—no longer steady, now wrapped in a layer of ice shards: "Stop, are you letting me just let you go?"

Lin Yuan's motion halted, his heart inexplicably tightened; as he slowly turned around, he met Su Monong's gaze, cold enough to freeze.

All that could be seen was Su Monong pinching a thin stack of paper with her fingertips: "Get over here."

"Director Su?" Lin Yuan froze in place, his steps as if nailed down. Just moments ago they had been discussing election tactics—how could her attitude change in an instant? He could clearly feel the tension in the air, even more oppressive than the ambiguous probing he faced with Sun Weiwei on the rooftop, and could only force himself to walk back to the desk.

Su Monong didn't wait for him to steady himself before she slammed the paper in her hand down in front of him; the sheets scattered across the floor, the topmost one clearly being an alumni verification sheet—Du Wanhe's name had a circle drawn beside it, while Lin Yuan's name after it was struck with an eye‑catching red cross. "I had my assistant look up Du Wanhe's high school alumni roster," she said, her voice like frosted steel, "You aren't actually her schoolmate, Lin Yuan—your first lie won't even survive scrutiny?"

Lin Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted; his hand, bent to pick up the paper, froze mid‑air.

He had previously lied to Su Monong, claiming he and Du Wanhe were high school classmates.

He never expected Su Monong to investigate this; his Adam's apple twitched, he was about to speak to explain, but her next words hit him like a blow, leaving his mind dazed: "What's more interesting is that, following your identity downward, I discovered you actually… got into Zhijiang University back then?"

"When you first came to the company applying for a driver position, you clearly said you only had a junior college diploma, right?" Su Monong stepped forward, her aura pressing so hard one could barely breathe, "Yet the Zhijiang University admission system clearly records your name—how is this possible?"

Su Monong's jade hand gave a light push, sending Lin Yuan tumbling onto the office desk.

Before Lin Yuan could react, Su Monong leaned her whole body forward a bit—

The first thing to drift into his nostrils was Su Monong's fragrance.

Not Sun Weiwei's cloying perfume, but an extremely faint blend of sandalwood mixed with tuberose, like the scent of the incense she often uses in her office.

Within that scent lay a hint of hand‑cream freshness, barely there, from when she had just flipped through documents and got it on her fingertips.

Then came…

Su Monong was wearing a silk white shirt, the fabric light and thin.

What made his heart race further was that Su Monong's hair fell down, a few strands of fine, soft black hair brushing over his neck, carrying the characteristic light itch of hair.

Her eyes, originally full of resentment, now, because of the proximity, gained a few indescribable shades of complexity—

There was suspicion, scrutiny, and a hint of playfulness.

At this moment, Lin Yuan didn't know how to explain…

What to do?

Was his secret about to be exposed?

"Speak, how did you get into Zhijiang University? What else are you hiding from me?" Su Monong's delicate frame leaned forward another half point.

At this moment Lin Yuan felt he could barely breathe.

Because the contact area was really too large…