The sky was as clear as polished jade, without a single cloud for miles.
Xu Yinsheng stepped out of the taxi carrying a lunchbox and arrived at the foot of Zhao Yicheng’s company building.
Her long, slender legs crossed gracefully in the air, instantly becoming a dazzling sight here.
Not only did the passing youngsters steal glances, but even the gatekeeper’s bodyguard couldn’t help but take a second look.
She handed the driver a bill, signaling that he didn’t need to give change.
Looking up at the towering office building that seemed to pierce the clouds, Xu Yinsheng rubbed her backside and cursed inwardly at a certain scoundrel.
She had thought it was a multiple-choice question—only to find out there was no choice at all!!
Walking into the office building, the lobby was bright and bustling.
Several young ladies manned the front desk, one of whom politely greeted her, “Hello, ma’am. How may I assist you?”
“I’m delivering lunch for President Zhao.”
Xu Yinsheng gestured to the insulated lunchbox in her hand.
For a moment, the receptionist’s gaze shifted strangely but she maintained her smile.
“I’ll call to confirm first.”
This was standard procedure; Xu Yinsheng didn’t say anything.
After all, it wouldn’t be normal if just anyone could see the company’s top brass.
She waited by the front desk, casually touching her unusually flushed cheeks.
The receptionist didn’t have direct permission to call Zhao Yicheng but instead dialed his personal assistant, Li Yuan.
“Boom boom boom!!!”
Suddenly, the sound of harsh emergency braking came from the entrance.
Xu Yinsheng turned her head to see a silver BMW come to a steady stop in one of the few parking spaces beside the building, spaces usually reserved for executives.
The car door opened and a lolita jumped out.
No—actually, it was a young girl with a lolita face, a few centimeters shorter than Xu Yinsheng, with a more delicate and petite figure.
A typical Jiangnan refined lady, she gave off a gentle, spring breeze-like warmth.
Without swiping an access card, the girl walked straight into the building.
The security guards didn’t dare stop her and allowed her to enter.
The busy employees quickly parted ways as if avoiding a plague.
Xu Yinsheng furrowed her brows, not out of any personal grudge, but because she knew who this was—or at least had heard of her.
The Third Princess of Bai Corporation—Bai Ruoxi.
Back when Xu Yinsheng was still a playboy, she had some connection with Bai Ruoxi’s Second Brother, which led to knowing Bai Ruoxi as well.
After all, the playboy circles weren’t that big.
Everyone was rich—luxury cars, champagne, private jets, and frequent gatherings with yacht swimsuit beauty parties.
But why was someone from Bai Corporation here, at Zhao Yicheng’s company?
“Here comes that little troublemaker again,” Xu Yinsheng vaguely heard someone at the front desk mutter in complaint.
Soon the call returned.
The receptionist hung up the phone and smiled, “Ma’am, you may proceed upstairs.”
On either side of the lobby were elevators.
The ones on the right were normal office elevators—fifteen in total—used by employees every day.
On the left, there were only two elevators: one for management above department head level, and the other was Zhao Yicheng’s private elevator, which led directly to his office.
This private elevator used dual verification—facial recognition and fingerprint scanning.
Aside from Zhao Yicheng, only his assistant Li Yuan and several shareholders and board members had permission to use it.
Otherwise, there was always the staircase, the security channel, but over thirty floors was enough to deter most people.
Xu Yinsheng carried the insulated lunchbox and headed toward the private elevator.
The receptionist was about to remind her that this elevator was for President Zhao’s private use and suggested she take the regular elevator and stairs, even if it took longer.
Before she could speak, Xu Yinsheng was already standing at the elevator’s verification panel.
A beep sounded, and access was granted.
The four professionally dressed receptionists exchanged glances…
The elevator ascended to the top floor in seconds.
Unlike normal elevators, this one was much faster—thirty-three floors in just over ten seconds.
The doors opened, revealing a space both elegantly decorated and refined.
The faint scent of sandalwood lingered in the air.
On the wall hung a Tai Chi Bagua diagram.
To Xu Yinsheng’s left was a tiered flower stand holding pots of intricate greenery—some in full bloom, others about to blossom.
This didn’t look like the office of a publicly traded group’s chairman; it felt more like the home of an elderly man devoted to spiritual cultivation.
If not for the exquisitely carved pearwood desk with a computer and other office equipment to the right upon entering, one might not realize it was an office.
A young man with a tall, upright posture wearing a white shirt sat there.
In front of his desk stood a woman in a purple professional suit, reporting something to Zhao Yicheng.
“Jin Xinnuo!”
The pleasant exclamation instantly filled the room, cutting off the woman mid-sentence.
“You know me?”
Jin Xinnuo turned, puzzled by the newcomer.
“Uh…”
Xu Yinsheng thought quickly and said, “Senior, I’m also from Jin University, one year below you. Back then, you were the campus beauty. I’ve heard countless stories—guys chasing after you like fish swimming upstream, endless gossip.”
“I heard from the campus grapevine that after graduation you found a handsome, rich boyfriend.”
“I broke up with him long ago.”
A trace of reminiscence flickered through Jin Xinnuo’s beautiful eyes.
Quickly, she snapped back to reality and apologized to Zhao Yicheng, “Sorry, President Zhao, I got distracted.”
“No problem,” Zhao Yicheng smiled and waved his hand.
Jin Xinnuo resumed reporting, while Xu Yinsheng stood quietly to the side, knowing this wasn’t the time to interrupt.
After a while, Jin Xinnuo finished and said, “President Zhao, that’s all for this month.”
“Mm.”
Zhao Yicheng smiled and nodded, but his gaze lingered heavily on Xu Yinsheng.
Sensing the shift, Jin Xinnuo noticed the lunchbox Xu Yinsheng was carrying and quickly took her leave.
Xu Yinsheng naturally caught that scrutinizing gaze.
She guessed Zhao Yicheng’s question—she was his university junior, from Jin University.
Xu Yinsheng shrugged and looked toward Jin Xinnuo’s departing back, explaining casually.
“She’s my ex-girlfriend. By the way, I am that handsome, rich guy you heard about.”
Snap! The pen in Zhao Yicheng’s hand suddenly broke, the ink cartridge dropping onto the desk with a crisp sound.
“Don’t be so aggressive. You know I’ve had many ex-girlfriends—a long rap sheet of past misdeeds.”
Xu Yinsheng stepped in front of Zhao Yicheng, adding cheekily, “Maybe one day we’ll go out to eat and you’ll meet my ex-girlfriend the head chef.”
Before Zhao Yicheng’s expression could fully darken, she placed the insulated lunchbox on the desk in front of him, her bright eyes smiling as she gently soothed him.
“Don’t be mad. Aren’t I yours now?”
“Like today, I obediently delivered you lunch, and I promise there’s no herbicide, toilet cleaner, or nitroglycerin mixed in.”
She opened the lunchbox and carefully arranged the dishes on the desk.
“Here, here—your favorite dishes.”
“Fish mint stir-fried with pork, cold fish mint salad, cilantro cold soup, fish mint with wood ear fungus, and mixed cilantro stew.”
Xu Yinsheng smiled brightly, placing each dish on the desk, completely ignoring Zhao Yicheng’s increasingly green face as he sat in his office chair.
As Zhao Yicheng’s childhood friend, Xu Yinsheng might not know his absolute favorites, but she definitely knew the foods he hated most.
Fish mint and cilantro.
Seeing Zhao Yicheng’s nearly green expression, Xu Yinsheng felt a wave of satisfaction.
Damn, serves you right for messing with me this morning!
She had considered poisoning him to end things once and for all.
But Xu Yinsheng didn’t have perfect confidence—actually, she had none at all.
If it worked, great.
If it failed, no big deal, but it would definitely cause a hellish episode for the little fluffball.
If Zhao Yicheng lost his mind and went for a physical transformation or personality reset, Xu Yinsheng wouldn’t even have a place to cry.
After all, the mentally ill cared nothing for logic.
Seeing Zhao Yicheng not picking up his chopsticks for a long time, Xu Yinsheng began to bait him.
“Darling, I’ve traveled so far to bring you lunch. If you don’t finish it, it’ll really hurt my heart.”
She covered her chest and put on a pitiful white-lotus expression, blinking not once as she stared at him, looking utterly adorable.
“You said you love me, but you won’t eat the lunch I made. What kind of love is that?”
Love is about both words and actions.
Zhao Yicheng said he loved her, but without any actual effort, it sounded like empty talk.
This move was pushing him straight into the fire.
Zhao Yicheng remained silent.
After a moment, he silently picked up his chopsticks, grabbed some cold fish mint salad, and chewed.
An immediate fishy smell flooded his mouth, making him furrow his brows tightly, while beside him, Xu Yinsheng’s eyes sparkled with laughter, barely able to hold it in.
He rinsed his mouth and put down his chopsticks.
“Turn around, kneel down, and raise your butt.”
Xu Yinsheng froze, looking at Zhao Yicheng in confusion, unsure what madness he was up to now.
Zhao Yicheng wiped the residue from the corner of his mouth with a tissue, then leisurely pulled a pink remote control from the office drawer and waved it in front of her.
“Even locators can deliver electric shocks.” Xu Yinsheng: …
Damn it! Bastard!!
No matter how much she cursed in her heart, the odds were against her.
Playing this game in an office would normally be unthinkable for anyone else—but Zhao Yicheng was mentally unstable!
Xu Yinsheng didn’t want to bet whether her pants could withstand being wet.
Turning around obediently, she knelt down with her butt raised high, facing Zhao Yicheng.
The more she did it, the more natural it became—the kneeling and submission had become muscle memory.
Zhao Yicheng raised his hand, spreading his fingers wide, palm open.
“Smack!”
A sharp, crisp sound rang out as Xu Yinsheng’s butt burned painfully.
“Fish mint is too tough—fail.”
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