Chapter 2793: The Online Game Master's

Secretary Chen pushed up her glasses, scanned the people in the room, and said, "Manager Xu, Little President Jin already knows that Manager Song interfered in the IT Technology Department's intern recruitment."

"He asked me to convey that the IT Technology Department is one of the company's core departments; talent selection must be fair and just. As a department manager, you can decide the candidates entirely according to your judgment, without needing to worry about anything else."

Manager Xu's face lit up with joy, and he straightened his back.

She turned to Cheng Lang, "Mr. Cheng, congratulations. Based on your outstanding performance, I formally notify you that you have passed our IT Technology Department's final interview. Our company's new technology and R&D environment are leading in the industry; we eagerly await your joining."

The young man stared dumbfounded, looking at his uncle constantly wiping sweat, and dared not say another word.

Cheng Lang also froze for a moment, politely thanked Manager Xu, and said he would give it serious thought.

But, Little President Jin?

Cheng Lang was about to leave when Secretary Chen rushed after him and called out, "Mr. Cheng, please wait."

"Little President Jin would like to see you alone; are you available now?"

Cheng Lang: "……"

Cheng Lang's guess was already about ninety percent certain.

"Convenient." Cheng Lang nodded, his heartbeat inexplicably quickening a bit.

Following Secretary Chen, he took the elevator straight to the top floor and arrived in front of the spacious office door.

Secretary Chen lightly knocked twice on the door, then pushed it open and gestured for Cheng Lang to enter.

"Little President Jin, Mr. Cheng has arrived."

Opening the door, floor-to-ceiling windows came into view; outside, the winter sky over North City was slightly hazy, with a scattered city skyline.

Cheng Lang then glanced toward the desk.

Jin Chen sat in a high-back office chair, head lowered as he read documents, looking slightly tense, one hand holding a pen, writing something on the paper, faintly revealing a sense of control that Cheng Lang had never seen in him before, the aura of a superior.

He really did have a bit of the aura of a domineering, tyrannical CEO.

If one ignored the flicker of guilt in his peach-blossom eyes when he looked up at the sound of the door opening.

Cheng Lang walked step by step toward the desk, half-smiling.

"Little, President, Jin?"

Jin Chen: "……"

Jin Chen put down the pen and reverted to the familiar, coquettish, clingy persona that Cheng Lang knew.

It was practically a domineering CEO instantly turning into a college boy.

"Brother."

Cheng Lang almost laughed out of anger, yet also found it adorable.

His little boyfriend still had how many surprises and shocks that he didn't know about.

First he was the elusive big god in the online game, and now he's become the Little President Jin of a tech company.

However, perhaps because he had previously experienced the exposure of the big god Chen Xun, Cheng Lang wasn't overly shocked this time; he felt more resigned and amused.

Jin Chen wore formal attire today, fully showcasing his tall, long-legged advantage—his shoulders were straight, his waist slim, giving off a mature, abstinent vibe.

Cheng Lang also wore a suit, which gave him a crisp demeanor, but inexplicably lacked the presence of a boyfriend.

Cheng Lang walked around the large desk to Jin Chen's side, pinched his earlobe, and said, "When did you acquire a company, and why did you keep it from me?"

Jin Chen naturally took hold of Cheng Lang's hand that was pinching his earlobe, innocent and justified, saying, "It's not mine, Brother. I told you before—during winter break my dad caught me and made me learn management; the company is his."

Jin Chen's voice lowered, carrying a soft coaxing tone: "I can't refuse my dad, and I wanted to be closer to Brother… so I chose this."

"So my little Xiao Chen is actually a rich second-gen," Cheng Lang chuckled, fingertips teasing Jin Chen's chin, "the especially wealthy kind."

Jin Chen said solemnly, "Actually, it can also be a wife's dowry."

"Huh?"

"The kind given to the wife after marriage."

Cheng Lang was speechless, laughing as he pinched Jin Chen's cheeks, "Your mouth is so strict, Little President Jin, hiding this from me for so long."

"I didn't mean to hide it from you, Brother," Jin Chen said, furrowing his brows as he wrapped his arm around Cheng Lang's waist, "I… didn't want you to feel any pressure or choose another company because of me."

Jin Chen looked at Cheng Lang with sincere eyes, "Besides, I didn't interfere with the interview; it's you who are outstanding. I… uh, paid a little attention to each round's feedback."

He glanced away guiltily for half a second, then turned back, emphasizing, "I just found out someone wanted to use a back door, so I couldn't hold back—I didn't want you to be wronged."

"All right, I know." Cheng Lang softened his voice, his fingers resting on Jin Chen's brow.

Jin Chen asked again, "Brother, are you still angry?"

Cheng Lang pretended to ponder, "Hmm… if I'm angry, what should be done?"

Jin Chen immediately replied, "Then punish me by forbidding me from communicating feelings with my roommate for three days, and only interact with the newly arrived outstanding intern—how does that sound?"

Cheng Lang: "……"

He could no longer hold back, reaching out to cradle Jin Chen's face and planting a loud kiss on his lips.

"Not angry, be good." Cheng Lang's voice softened, tinged with smile and indulgence, "You've got my back—I'm thrilled beyond words; how could I be angry?"

Only then did Jin Chen relax, easily pulling Cheng Lang into his embrace.

Both wore crisp suits; Cheng Lang was pressed by Jin Chen against the edge of the large desk, his back against the desktop, while an irresistible kiss loomed before him.

His arms wrapped around Jin Chen's neck, he tilted his head up to respond, his gaze drifting to the office's cool-toned decor, the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the distant sky beyond the city.

In Jin Chen's office, a place symbolizing power and rules, with him as Little President Jin and me as a new intern, kissing…

Cheng Lang felt a shiver, yet sank into it, unable to pull himself away.

Jin Chen nibbled at his throat, warm moist breath spraying on his neck, his voice low and teasing, "Brother, does this count as… unspoken rules toward you?"

Cheng Lang's eyelashes fluttered, his heart pounding wildly.

"... What nonsense are you spouting." His voice unsteady, fingers sinking into Jin Chen's black hair at the back of his head, unconsciously kneading, "You are my proper boyfriend."

"Then from now on, whenever I have time, I'll accompany you to work."

Cheng Lang narrowed his eyes, the corners reddening with a hint of sensuality, "But during the internship period…"

The words that followed were cut off by Jin Chen's kiss falling again.

Jin Chen hooked his arm around him, "I know, not exposing 【our】 relationship with brother..."

He said that, but his actions didn't stop in the slightest.

In the office.

The young Chief Executive Officer seemed to have an oral fixation, kissing and biting the intern again and again, the intern's shirt buttons were bitten off one by one, popping open, unable to fasten, leaving him to let the young Chief Executive Officer do as he pleased.

But looking closely, although the intern's eyes were glistening, his expression showed no hint of reluctant resistance, only indulgence, immersion, and deep infatuation.

He was so willing, so satisfied, embracing this young, sometimes willful person who regarded him as a precious beloved.