"There’s an imprudent woman who accidentally spilled coffee on President Shen."
Li Nianxun always spoke in a businesslike manner, but from her words, it was clear that the "accident" was intentional.
Song Qinian nodded, clutching the clothes, and walked into the room with trepidation.
The door was closed again by Li Nianxun from the outside. She looked at the closed door, turned, and walked in step by step.
The room was large and luxurious, a suite. Song Qinian searched but couldn't find Shen ChiYan.
It wasn't until she heard the sound of water from the bathroom that she realized Shen ChiYan was actually taking a shower.
Should she leave the clothes and go?
Or knock and inform Shen ChiYan?
Just as Song Qinian was agonizing over this, Shen ChiYan's sexy voice came through the bathroom door, "Come in!"
Come in?
He was so quiet, how did he know she was here?
Although her mind was filled with questions, her body instinctively moved closer to the bathroom.
The closer she got to the bathroom, the faster Song Qinian's heart beat.
Wasn't Shen ChiYan showering? What did he want her to come in for?
Could it be that he wanted her to scrub his back?
Her footsteps heavy, she reached the bathroom door, hesitating whether to knock. Perhaps impatient, Shen ChiYan opened the door directly.
Before Song Qinian could get a clear look at anything, she was forcefully pulled inside.
Song Qinian gasped, and then fell into a scorching embrace.
Her first thought was that the bathroom was so hot!
Shen ChiYan had the water on at an unknown temperature. Steam filled the air, obscuring vision, and Shen ChiYan's body was as hot as if he had a fever of forty degrees Celsius.
The next second, her lips were sealed shut, and her clothes were shed.
When everything was over, Song Qinian felt as if she had run a marathon, her body sore and weak, utterly lacking strength.
She was left in the bathroom by Shen ChiYan, collapsing on the floor, gasping for breath.
Shen ChiYan had already left the bathroom.
Every part of her body ached, covered in bruises and marks.
Song Qinian realized that Shen ChiYan was very fond of leaving marks on her during such intimate moments, like a dog marking its territory.
There was no communication between them throughout. Song Qinian couldn't speak, and Shen ChiYan disdained to speak to her.
Just then, a handbag was tossed into the bathroom from outside, followed by Shen ChiYan's clear, cold voice.
"You have three minutes. Change into the clothes in the bag and come out."
When Song Qinian emerged from the bathroom, Shen ChiYan was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking outside. He held a cigarette, his expression unreadable.
Song Qinian hesitated for a moment before walking towards Shen ChiYan.
As soon as she approached, Shen ChiYan suddenly moved, pressing her neck against the floor-to-ceiling window.
On the twenty-eighth floor, the sudden sense of weightlessness made Song Qinian's heart leap into her throat, her face instantly turning as pale as paper.
Song Qinian had a fear of heights. She felt like she was about to fall and instinctively braced herself against the glass with her hands.
"Song Qinian, if I pushed you off from here, would you smash into a pulp, or would you miraculously survive and become a vegetable?"
Shen ChiYan's voice was devoid of any warmth, his grip strong, his killing intent palpable. Song Qinian had no doubt he would kill her.
This man, who had been intimately entwined with her just a moment ago, now wanted to kill her!
Overwhelming fear made Song Qinian's body tremble uncontrollably, and her chest ached, making it difficult to breathe.
Shen ChiYan's sexy, handsome lips curved into a mocking arc. As he released his grip, Song Qinian's legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the floor.
Shen ChiYan looked down at her condescendingly, his voice utterly cold, "Scared already? Next time, try to be more convincing."
Song Qinian looked up at Shen ChiYan and saw his cold, distant back.
"I'm going to a banquet later. You're coming with me."
Song Qinian hadn't recovered from the feeling of falling when Shen ChiYan, holding his tie, said to her coldly, "What are you waiting for? Get up and tie my tie."
Song Qinian gritted her teeth, her hands trembling as she shakily got up and walked in front of Shen ChiYan.
She was still shaken, her hands still trembling.
No matter how composed she tried to appear, her hands betrayed her.
She took the tie from Shen ChiYan and, standing on tiptoe, began to tie it for him.
However, at only one meter sixty-three centimeters, and Shen ChiYan at one meter eighty-eight, the height difference was too great. Even on tiptoe, her hands couldn't reach around his neck.
Shen ChiYan showed no inclination to lower himself, and Song Qinian didn't dare ask him to. So, she fetched a stool, intending to stand on it to tie his tie.
As soon as she placed the stool in front of Shen ChiYan, he suddenly kicked it over with a cold expression. Song Qinian was startled, and the next moment, Shen ChiYan grabbed her and placed her on the desk.
"Being this short is a miracle for human reproduction. Hurry up, you're wasting my time, and you'll pay for it."
The desk was relatively high, so sitting on it allowed Song Qinian to reach Shen ChiYan's neck.
She held the tie and carefully looped it around Shen ChiYan's neck, then meticulously tied the knot.
They were close, and Song Qinian could smell the clean, pleasant scent emanating from Shen ChiYan. Thinking of what had happened in the bathroom, a blush crept onto her cheeks.
She dared not look at Shen ChiYan's face, but she could feel his dark, cold eyes fixed on her, exuding an oppressive intensity.
"Do you know who gave me this tie?"
Shen ChiYan's voice suddenly came from above her. His breath fanned her face, making her blush deepen.
"This was a birthday gift from Qiu Qiu on my eighteenth birthday."
Song Qinian's hands, tying the tie, paused slightly before continuing her movements.
He wanted her to tie the tie that Lin Qiutong had given him. It felt like a knife twisting in the most tender part of her heart.
"If it weren't for your father, Qiu Qiu would have tied this tie for me herself."
As he spoke, Shen ChiYan grabbed Song Qinian's chin, forcing her to look up at him. His long fingers caressed Song Qinian's tender, smooth face. His actions and expression were gentle, but his words were deeply hurtful.
"I only want you to vent my desires. Your father is a sinner, and so are you. Don't harbor any unrealistic hopes!"
Song Qinian bit her lip tightly, her rosy cheeks gradually paling.
Don't harbor unrealistic hopes?
But she already had them, what should she do?
Seeing Song Qinian's slightly wronged expression, Shen ChiYan felt an inexplicable annoyance.
Seeing her white teeth biting her rosy lips, his ink-black eyes darkened, and a surge of wicked desire arose again.
He roughly flung Song Qinian's chin away, impatiently asking, "Does tying a tie take this long?"
Song Qinian sped up her movements. When she had been a qualified personal secretary, she had learned several ways to tie a tie and practiced for a long time.
As soon as the tie was tied, Shen ChiYan turned and left, cold and decisive.
Shen ChiYan had said he was taking Song Qinian to a banquet.
Upon arriving at the venue, Song Qinian realized it was Lin Qiutong's father, Lin Xing'an's, fiftieth birthday banquet.
No wonder Shen ChiYan had specifically worn the tie that Lin Qiutong had given him.