Chapter 108: Unlocking Song Yuncheng

Chen Yansen took a deep breath and softly said, “Come sit over here.”

“Huh? What for? I still need to organize tomorrow’s materials.” Song Yuncheng, lying face-down on the sofa, turned her head to reply.

“Leiyi Army brought Li Wanqiang tonight—that means he has no objections to further cooperation; just revise the previous PR PPT.”

Chen Yansen chuckled lightly, speaking carelessly.

Song Yuncheng hummed in response, walked over in her slippers, and instinctively asked, “Boss Chen, what do you need me to do?”

“Sit here and talk.”

Chen Yansen patted the single sofa beneath him, speaking with solemn seriousness.

“I—I’ll go get the materials.” Song Yuncheng’s face instantly flushed red as she shot him a glare.

There was no empty space on the sofa—his hidden intentions were obvious; he clearly wanted to take advantage of her.

Just as she turned to leave, her small hand was firmly seized by Chen Yansen.

“A subordinate’s duty is to fulfill the boss’s needs.”

Chen Yansen’s lips curled into a mischievous smile as he pulled her gently but firmly toward him.

“Ah!”

Song Yuncheng let out a soft cry, losing her balance and tumbling into Chen Yansen’s arms, a soft white mass pressing against his chest—through the gap in his collar, the outline was faintly visible.

“Don’t do this, okay?” Song Yuncheng struggled slightly, but found herself held tightly; she could only plead softly.

She could feel his hands wandering freely over her body, like a child playing with a doll, leaving no spot untouched.

“Go downstairs and book another room. Later, file for reimbursement with finance.” Chen Yansen, seeing her flushed cheeks and tear-filled eyes, clearly reluctant, lost his interest and waved her off.

Song Yuncheng froze slightly, sensing the restraint gone—but when she caught his disappointed gaze, she somehow couldn’t bring herself to rise from his arms.

“Aren’t you leaving?” Chen Yansen urged impatiently.

Song Yuncheng lowered her head, resting on his chest, breathing in the comforting scent that calmed her; her eyes slowly moistened, dampening his shirt.

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

Besides, she still remembered vividly what happened in Shanghai—she couldn’t bear to let him go.

Sensing the change, Chen Yansen lifted her face; her eyelids were flushed red, just as they had been the first time they met—pitiful, filled with grievance.

“Mwah!”

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

The motion was clumsy and rough, like a small animal biting randomly.

“What the hell? Why do you keep randomly kissing people? What kind of trash dramas are these modern girls watching?”

Chen Yansen paused for a moment, then quickly recovered, moving with practiced ease.

He’d been through this scene many times; before the kiss ended, he’d already peeled the egg down to its last layer.

“Click.”

A faint, almost inaudible sound made Song Yuncheng freeze; her face turned bright red, her hands shielding her front like a lotus bud trying desperately to hide itself.

“Stop it, okay?” Song Yuncheng clutched her bra tightly, preventing it from slipping.

Chen Yansen said nothing, picked her up, and carried her toward the bedroom.

Song Yuncheng’s mind spun, her heart pounding wildly—she knew what was coming next, but staring at Chen Yansen’s profile, she couldn’t utter a word of refusal.

Before a new lock opens, there’s always a period of adjustment; Chen Yansen was an experienced locksmith—he carefully probed first, until he understood the lock’s inner structure, then inserted the key.

All night, storm and rain; only when dawn began to break did they fall asleep entwined.

Before sleeping, Chen Yansen thought: 4.11’s constitution is truly excellent—I haven’t lived in vain. My nineteen-year-old self was really capable.

The next morning, the alarm went off: “Ding ding ding.”

Chen Yansen slowly opened his eyes and saw Song Yuncheng curled up in his arms, clinging to him like an octopus, her figure fully exposed.

Even with all his experience, he couldn’t help but marvel: her natural gifts were truly exceptional.

The alarm kept ringing, but Song Yuncheng didn’t move; her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her breathing growing faster.

“Tap!” Chen Yansen gave her a light pat and whispered, “Stop pretending. Get up, wash up—we need to be at Xiaomi by ten.”

“Then close your eyes first.” Since he’d seen through her act, Song Yuncheng stopped pretending and softly pleaded.

“Don’t fuss. Go shower first.” Chen Yansen grinned, picked her up, and walked straight to the bathroom.

Song Yuncheng wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her head—only now did she fully awaken, thinking: I swore to stay far away from him—what do I do now?

She thought of Meng Jie, remembered the tense moment in 0418 when she nearly got caught, and her face flushed again, unsure how to face him.

Before last night, she could have confidently claimed she and Chen Yansen were merely boss and employee, master and apprentice—now, she had no confidence left at all.

Suddenly, a scene from “The Snail House” flashed through her mind; without realizing it, she cast herself as Guo Haizao, and thinking of the drama’s ending, despair flooded her heart.

But then she thought: Chen Yansen isn’t Song Siming, and I don’t have a boyfriend like Xiao Bei.

“But you have a girlfriend named Meng Jie.” Song Yuncheng sighed, staring at Chen Yansen’s face, growing angrier by the moment—then suddenly bit his shoulder hard.

“Hey! Are you a dog?”

Chen Yansen frowned, unable to hold back a curse.

“Why did you flirt with me if you already have a girlfriend!” Song Yuncheng lifted her head, pouting, voice thick with grievance.

“Then be my girlfriend too.” Chen Yansen smiled carelessly, utterly unconcerned.

“What about Meng Jie?” Song Yuncheng pressed.

“She’s my girlfriend too.” Chen Yansen said matter-of-factly—he’d always been transparently unscrupulous.

“Dream on! When she finds out your true nature, hmph! Do you think you can become emperor?”

Song Yuncheng snorted, a hint of malicious delight in her tone.

“You already know what kind of person I am—guess I’ll have to kill you to silence you.”

Chen Yansen wore a carefree smirk as he joked.

“I knew you weren’t a good person.” Song Yuncheng giggled.

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

He held her close, closed his eyes, and began to doze.

Song Yuncheng let go of her thoughts, quietly nestled in Chen Yansen’s arms.

After the bath, brushing teeth and washing her face, dressing—already half past nine.

Fortunately, the hotel wasn’t far from Xiaomi’s headquarters; they leisurely had breakfast before heading downstairs to hail a taxi.

When they arrived at Xiaomi’s headquarters, Li Wanqiang was waiting downstairs with an assistant.

(End of Chapter)