Chapter 108: Unlocking Song Yuncheng

Chen Yansen took a deep breath and called out softly, "Come sit over here."

"Uh, what for? I still need to organize tomorrow's materials." Song Yuncheng was sprawled in front of the sofa and turned her head to reply.

"Lei Yijun is bringing Li Wanqiang tonight, which means he has no objections to the follow-up cooperation. Just revise the previous brand-promotion PPT."

Chen Yansen chuckled lightly and said casually.

Song Yuncheng gave an "oh," shuffled over in her slippers to stand in front of Chen Yansen, and asked instinctively, "Boss Chen, do you have any instructions?"

"Sit here and we'll talk."

Chen Yansen patted the single-seat sofa beneath him and said with perfect seriousness.

"I-I'll go work on the materials." Song Yuncheng's cheeks instantly flushed pink, and she shot Chen Yansen a glare.

There was clearly no empty seat left on the sofa—his little scheme was plain as day; he was obviously trying to take advantage of her.

Just as she was about to turn away, her small hand was seized in one grip by Chen Yansen.

"As a subordinate, satisfying the boss's needs—that's the actual job."

Chen Yansen's lips curled upward in a wicked grin, and with a gentle tug he pulled Song Yuncheng over.

"Ah!"

Song Yuncheng let out a soft cry, lost her footing, and tumbled into Chen Yansen's arms. A patch of snow-white pressed against his chest, and through the gap in his collar one could faintly make out the general outline.

"Don't be like this, okay?" Song Yuncheng struggled a few times, but found herself held in a death grip by Chen Yansen, and could only plead in a gentle, soft voice.

She could feel Chen Yansen's hand wandering freely over her body, just like when she used to play with cloth dolls as a child—not a single spot left untouched.

"Go on, then. Go downstairs and book another room, and report the expense to finance later." Seeing her pretty face flush pink, her eyes brimming with tears, looking thoroughly unwilling, Chen Yansen instantly lost interest and waved her off.

Song Yuncheng froze for a moment, feeling the restraint gone, but catching the hint of disappointment in Chen Yansen's eyes, for some reason she absolutely refused to climb out of his arms.

"Didn't you say you were leaving?" Chen Yansen urged impatiently.

Song Yuncheng kept her head lowered, lying against his chest, breathing in that scent that always made her feel safe. Her eyes gradually welled up, dampening Chen Yansen's shirt.

If she truly wanted to leave, why would she have accompanied Chen Yansen on this business trip?

Besides, what happened last time in Hucheng was still fresh in her memory, and she couldn't bear to part from Chen Yansen.

Sensing something off, Chen Yansen cupped Song Yuncheng's face and saw her reddened eyelids—just like the first time they met—pitiful and full of grievance.

"Mwah!"

Song Yuncheng stared into Chen Yansen's eyes for a moment, then suddenly puckered her lips and kissed him.

The motion was rough and clumsy, like being nibbled on by a small animal.

"What the hell? Why do you keep forcibly kissing me out of nowhere? How many brain-dead dramas has this generation's little girl even watched?"

Chen Yansen was stunned for a beat, but quickly came to his senses and began to fumble his way through with practiced ease.

He had been through scenes like this many times; before one kiss was even over, he had already peeled the egg down to its last layer.

*Snap! *

The sound was as faint as a mosquito or fly, but it made Song Yuncheng freeze. Her face flushed crimson, her hands crossed in front of her chest like a lotus bud about to bloom, desperately trying to hide herself.

"Stop messing around, okay?" Song Yuncheng gripped her undergarment tightly, refusing to let it slip down.

Chen Yansen said nothing, held her in his arms, and walked toward the bedroom.

Song Yuncheng's mind went blank, her heart pounding wildly. She knew exactly what was about to happen, but looking at Chen Yansen's profile, she couldn't bring herself to refuse.

Before a new lock can be opened, there's always a breaking-in period. Chen Yansen was a seasoned locksmith: first he probed carefully, and only after figuring out the structure of the lock cylinder did he slide the key in.

All night long, a raging storm, until the sky paled with dawn, and only then did the two fall asleep in each other's arms.

Before sleep, Chen Yansen thought: a physique of 4.11 really is something—I've not lived this life for nothing. Nineteen-year-old me really was quite capable.

The next morning, the alarm went off with a *ding-ding-ding*.

Chen Yansen slowly opened his eyes and saw Song Yuncheng lying on his chest, clinging to him like an octopus, her figure fully visible.

No matter how well-traveled he was, he couldn't help but sigh: the natural gifts really are excellent.

The alarm kept ringing, but Song Yuncheng didn't move a muscle. Her long, fine lashes trembled slightly, and her breathing grew more and more rapid.

*Smack! * Chen Yansen gave a light pat and said softly, "Stop pretending. Get up and wash up—we still have to go to Xiaomi at ten this morning."

"Then close your eyes first." Having been seen through by Chen Yansen, Song Yuncheng simply dropped the act and pleaded in a small voice.

"Stop the chatter, go take a shower first." Chen Yansen grinned, gently lifted her up, and headed straight for the bathroom.

Song Yuncheng wrapped her arms around Chen Yansen's neck and buried her head. Only now did she come fully awake, and she couldn't help thinking: I was supposed to keep my distance from him—what am I going to do now?

She thought of Meng Jie, thought of last time at 0418, the panic of almost being caught in the act, and instantly blushed, not knowing how to face anyone.

Before last night, she could still say with full conviction that she and Chen Yansen were nothing more than boss and employee, master and apprentice—a pure relationship. But now, she didn't have a shred of confidence left.

Song Yuncheng's mind suddenly flashed to the plot of *Snail House*, and she unconsciously slipped herself into the role of Guo Haizao. The moment she thought of the ending in the drama, her heart was instantly filled with despair.

But then she thought again—Chen Yansen isn't Song Siming, and she doesn't have a boyfriend like Xiao Bei either.

"But you do have a girlfriend named Meng Jie." Song Yuncheng sighed, looked at Chen Yansen's face, grew angrier the more she thought about it, and suddenly bit down hard on his shoulder.

"Hey! Are you part dog or what!"

Chen Yansen frowned and couldn't help cursing.

"Who told you to have a girlfriend and still come after me!" Song Yuncheng lifted her head and said huffily, her tone full of grievance.

"Then you be my girlfriend too." Chen Yansen laughed freely, looking utterly indifferent.

"Then what about Meng Jie?" Song Yuncheng pressed.

"Of course she's my girlfriend too." Chen Yansen said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world—he had always been shamelessly upfront about being a scumbag.

"In your dreams! When she finds out what you really are, heh heh! Don't tell me you want to be the Emperor?"

Song Yuncheng snorted coldly, with a hint of schadenfreude.

"You already know what kind of person I am now—looks like I can only silence you for good."

Chen Yansen wore a roguish grin on his face as he joked.

"I knew you weren't a good person." Song Yuncheng giggled.

Chen Yansen gently placed her into the bathtub, then stepped in himself, and turned on the faucet; warm water slowly flowed into the tub.

He held Song Yuncheng, closed his eyes, and began to doze.

Song Yuncheng likewise cast aside her distracting thoughts and quietly curled up in Chen Yansen's arms.

After finishing the bath, brushing their teeth and washing their faces, and getting dressed, it was already half past nine.

Fortunately the hotel wasn't far from Xiaomi's headquarters; the two unhurriedly ate a bit of breakfast, then went downstairs to hail a cab.

When they arrived at Xiaomi's headquarters, Li Wanjiang was waiting on the first floor with an assistant.

(End of chapter)