Chapter 875: I Love You, You Scumbag |
"Ah—"
The bedroom door opened.
When Su Yu walked out, what she saw was Tang Song with a smile stretching almost from ear to ear.
She blinked, a layer of amusement rippling in her amber-colored eyes.
"Song, what are you doing here?"
"I saw you finished your bath, then couldn't find you." Tang Song leaned against the corridor wall, his gaze lingering on her for a moment. "So I guessed you must be inside."
Su Yu pursed her lips into a light smile and took a step forward.
Fresh out of the bath, she was wrapped in a bath towel, her body still carrying the warm steam and faint fragrance after bathing. Her skin was dewy and glowing, like a flower just plucked from the water.
The corners of her eyes curved gently, her smile both beautiful and wicked. "So happy to see me go in and find her?"
That voice was as light as the tip of a feather brushing past the ear.
Tang Song's breathing immediately grew heavier.
"I was just worried you two would start arguing again."
"Really not thinking about it?" Su Yu bit her lower lip, her eyes shimmering, as if a thousand words were hidden within those moist pupils.
She gently rubbed against him.
The edge of the bath towel slipped slightly with the movement, revealing a large expanse of snow-white, towering skin, extremely eye-catching.
Tang Song, who had just broken through 90 Stamina, felt the fire in his chest instantly blaze up.
Su Yu immediately sensed his change.
Leaning against the door frame, she looked at him with dewy eyes, stuck out her tongue and said, "So much pent-up fire? Want me to help you release it first?"
"You sure?" Tang Song looked down at her, his gaze already turning intensely predatory.
"Of course I'm sure." Su Yu curved the corners of her lips, leaning closer, her breath like orchid fragrance. "But—Jin Meixiao is changing clothes and will be out soon. If you want to do it in front of her, I'd be even happier."
"Emm..." Tang Song's eye twitched slightly.
Su Yu didn't hold back at all; instead, she smiled even more happily, her voice dropping lower and lower, like a bewitching enchantress.
"Of course, if you can persuade her to join, I wouldn't mind either. Maybe on the bed, I could make her cry and beg for mercy... Ha."
Looking at this glamorous, ethereal, fragrant, soft female star before him, who also carried an indescribable air of danger and temptation,
Tang Song finally couldn't hold back anymore. He raised his hand and pressed her against the wall.
"You're getting better and better at this."
Su Yu let out a soft hum. Her fair fingers instead slid into his short hair, passionately meeting and responding to him.
"No choice, since you like it. As long as you like it, I'll do anything with you."
Amidst the entanglement of lips and teeth, she let out a moan that sounded like both panting and a low groan, like a succubus whispering in his ear, utterly lethal.
Their breathing soon grew ragged.
Skin pressed against skin, the heat climbing layer by layer.
In the narrow corridor, the ambiguous and dangerous tension was almost overflowing.
After a good while, Tang Song slowly released her.
His breathing was still heavy, but his eyes remained relatively clear.
"That's enough for today."
"What about tomorrow?" Su Yu raised her eyes, her lips now several shades more vibrant than before. "You'll come, right?"
"You wait. This time will be very different!" Tang Song's voice lowered, flames suppressed in the depths of his eyes.
Now with 90 Stamina and two new skills acquired,
he was confident he could defeat the female star and the big sister's combined assault without needing any potions.
He couldn't wait to put it into practice fiercely.
"Then I'll be waiting for you." Su Yu licked her slightly swollen lips, smiling sweetly.
After saying that, she slowly straightened up, gathered her disheveled bath towel, and walked past him with graceful, swaying steps,
leaving a trail of warm steam and faint fragrance.
Tang Song stood in place, watching her retreating figure. After a moment, he raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth and straightened his collar.
Then, he took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the master bedroom.
The lighting was gentle. The air still held a hint of the fresh, clean scent after bathing, along with a faint, intangible warmth.
Tang Song didn't make a sound, just stood in the center of the bedroom, quietly waiting.
After quite a while,
Secretary Jin finally emerged from the walk-in closet.
A dark gray overcoat, sweater, bodycon skirt, black stockings, her hat, and black-framed glasses were all back in place.
Her thick, fluffy long hair cascaded over her shoulders, softly falling down.
Her features were delicate and beautiful, her expression serene.
She looked exactly as she did when she arrived.
But in Tang Song's eyes, she was clearly completely different now.
It was as if that always-impenetrable outer shell had been gently pried open a crack.
All those emotions, annoyance, sourness, and even a hint of grievance that shouldn't have been revealed had silently seeped out.
Making her suddenly seem more real, more vivid.
"Smile." Tang Song walked up to her, looking at her, his voice softening. "Are you okay? Today's incident... was my fault. I'm sorry."
Secretary Jin glanced at him, her tone quite sharp. "Heh, what's this? Sent your little lover away, then rushed over to coax me?"
Tang Song paused briefly, then nodded very frankly. "Yeah, exactly. Came to coax my main wife."
Hearing this, Secretary Jin was first stunned, then ultimately couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.
But as soon as that smile appeared, she seemed to suddenly realize it was too undignified and immediately stiffened her expression again.
"Who's your main wife?" She pursed her lips, trying hard to keep her tone calm. "I don't recall ever agreeing to such an unreasonable title."
"You're already coming home with me for New Year's. Isn't that obvious enough?"
"That doesn't necessarily mean anything."
With his current emotional intelligence, Tang Song naturally knew what to do.
He stepped forward directly, wrapped an arm around her waist, looked down at her, and said, "Then, dear Secretary Jin, I love you. Will you be with me? And, by the way, come home with me to meet my parents."
Secretary Jin's eyelids trembled slightly.
She bit her lip, not answering immediately.
After two seconds of silence, she suddenly raised her hand.
Her fingertips lightly landed on Tang Song's Adam's apple, leisurely rubbing it.
The movement was very light.
Yet it carried an elegant, teasing undertone.
The next second, she flicked it lightly, as if flicking a glass marble.
Tang Song's Adam's apple twitched; he was completely stunned.
Only then did Secretary Jin let out a low, soft laugh.
"Let's go."
She turned around, pressing down the brim of her hat with her hand.
As if afraid he'd see her expression at that moment, she didn't look back, walking straight out.
Tang Song hurriedly followed.
The two walked through the living room one after the other.
Passing by the bathroom, Secretary Jin even casually pushed the door open, the corners of her lips curving into an elegant, victorious arc. "Goodbye. We're going home first."
After saying that, right in front of Su Yu, she took Tang Song's hand and pulled him out.
Leaving the female star, who was doing her skincare routine with an ugly expression on her face, standing alone in front of the sink, her eyes practically boring holes through the door.
......
The two left the presidential suite, took the elevator downstairs, and walked through the quiet, luxurious hotel lobby.
Outside the hotel, the winter chill carried a hint of dry coldness.
The silver Mercedes S450L was parked not far away, its body reflecting a high-end, cold-bright sheen under the sunlight.
Just as Tang Song was about to go over and open the car door, Secretary Jin beside him suddenly stopped.
"Wait a moment."
Tang Song was startled, instinctively following her gaze.
A black Maybach slowly drove up, coming to a steady stop beside them.
Soon, the rear door opened. Shangguan Qiuyas quickly got out, walked around to the back of the car, and gently pressed a switch.
"Click—"
The trunk slowly rose.
Inside, gift boxes and bags of various sizes were neatly stacked. The packaging was extremely low-key and exquisite, clearly indicating their considerable value.
Tang Song instantly understood.
These were New Year gifts prepared for his parents.
And judging by the scale, they had clearly been meticulously arranged long ago.
His heart couldn't help but feel a slight warmth.
"Let's move these things to your car first." Secretary Jin's tone was calm. "Can't be impolite on the first visit."
Tang Song nodded, casually pressing the button to open the Mercedes' trunk.
The next second, the smile on his lips instantly froze. His expression visibly became somewhat unnatural.
The Mercedes' trunk was already packed full.
Those gifts, sausages, smoked meats, and snack gift boxes that Xie Shuyu's parents had insisted on giving him when he left Yu Xiu Garden in the morning were crammed into the trunk, leaving almost no empty space.
"Uh... the trunk's full. How about we put them in the back seat first?"
Hearing this, Secretary Jin glanced into the trunk, then looked at Tang Song's expression, her lips tightening.
She stood there, not speaking immediately.
Even through her glasses, one could tell her mood wasn't great.
Shangguan Qiuyas stood to the side, eyes downcast, even her breathing softened, afraid that the city gate catching fire would endanger the fish in the moat.
The atmosphere became subtly awkward for a moment.
"Smile..." Tang Song raised his hand, gently touching her back.
Secretary Jin said, "Among the things I prepared, there are many precious medicinal ingredients and fragile items. They can't be crushed. Putting them in the back seat isn't safe."
"Then should I clear out the trunk?"
"That works too. Let's move these into the Maybach first. Later, have Shangguan make a trip and deliver them directly to the villa at Yun Jing Tai."
"Okay, let's do that."
Next, they began the busy work.
Some of the items prepared by Xie Shuyu's parents were first moved out and neatly placed into the nearby Maybach.
The freed-up space was then used by Shangguan Qiuya and the hotel staff who hurried over to carefully place Secretary Jin's prepared gifts, categorized by type, into the Mercedes S's trunk.
For a while, it became quite lively around the cars.
Gift boxes, bags, insulated containers, and cardboard boxes were moved back and forth.
When everything was finally settled, Tang Song closed the trunk, secretly letting out a sigh of relief.
"Let's get in."
As he spoke, he walked over and very gentlemanly opened the passenger door for Secretary Jin.
Secretary Jin glanced at him, the corners of her lips curving upward as she bent down and got in.
The door closed gently, completely shutting out the cold wind outside.
The car interior suddenly became quiet.
The car started smoothly, drove out of the hotel parking area, merged onto the main road, and headed towards Jing County.
It was already past 3 PM on New Year's Eve.
The traffic on the main road had noticeably decreased.
Most shops along the street had hung up festive red lanterns and "fortune" character stickers. The street vendors at intersections had mostly packed up, leaving only a few scattered fruit shops and cooked food stores still open.
The entire Quancheng seemed to have slowed down early, quietly waiting for the family reunion dinner that night.
Secretary Jin sat in the passenger seat, her legs elegantly together, slightly tilted to one side.
The afternoon sunlight slanted in through the car window, falling on her slender shoulders, fair hands, and those long legs wrapped in premium black stockings, reflecting a dazzlingly delicate sheen.
Tang Song held the steering wheel with both hands, but his peripheral vision kept drifting towards her.
Several times, he instinctively wanted to reach out and stroke that full, smooth curve of her leg.
No choice, Secretary Jin's legs were just too perfect, especially with the black stockings enhancement.
However, he managed to restrain himself in the end.
Along the way, Tang Song actively initiated conversation, telling her about the changes in Quancheng.
He talked about the newly built commercial complexes, the old customs of Quancheng people during New Year, saying whatever came to mind.
Just as the car was about to leave the city limits, when the topic turned to the old eastern district, Secretary Jin suddenly spoke softly, "Wait a moment."
"What's wrong?"
Tang Song instinctively slowed down, turned on the right turn signal, and moved the car to the rightmost lane.
"I want to go somewhere."
"Where?"
Secretary Jin turned her head to look at him. The eyes behind her glasses held an indescribable, shimmering light.
"I won't tell you. You guess, then take me there. If you guess wrong, I'll be very angry."
"Uh..." Tang Song was slightly taken aback.
Honestly, seeing Secretary Jin like this, with a bit of a temper and a hint of a woman's willfulness, he really wasn't quite used to it.
After all, back when he asked her to take a photo of him and Su Yu, Secretary Jin lost a full 30 favorability points but never truly lashed out in person.
Most of the time, she hid her emotions, silently keeping accounts in the details.
But now, this Ms. Smile was clearly different.
More like a "real person" than before.
And more like a girlfriend who was really going home with him to meet his parents.
The parts of her personality that overlapped with Bai Yueguang were finally beginning to show themselves unreservedly in front of him.
This thought only flashed through his mind for an instant.
The next second, Tang Song's high 91-point [Comprehension] and his system-enhanced, overclocked brain began operating at high speed.
Time, location, her current mood, the look in her eyes when she glanced out the window earlier, her subtle reactions...
Countless clues rapidly connected.
Soon, a location surfaced in his mind.
The corners of Tang Song's lips curved slightly. He turned the steering wheel, and the car headed towards the old eastern district.
The car drove, stopping and starting along the way.
About ten minutes later, it parked in a roadside parking spot.
"We're here." Tang Song turned off the engine and looked towards the passenger seat. "Did I guess right?"
Secretary Jin didn't answer immediately.
She just quietly looked out the window.
Tang Song followed her gaze.
The street outside was a bit narrower and older than he remembered.
It was a café, located at the exit of the main pedestrian street.
[Time Café]
A familiar yet distant name.
June 10, 2016. The second day after the college entrance exams.
It was also here, in reality, that he and Secretary Jin truly met for the first time.
Back then, she had just returned from handling affairs abroad. She hadn't even bothered to adjust for jet lag and came to this small northern city at the first opportunity, just to see him.
Many scenes from that day remained overly clear even now.
They had even walked through it again in a previous Dream Link.
It's just that the shop was no longer the same as it was back then.
The sign had been replaced, the storefront redone, and the glass windows were much cleaner and brighter than before.
"Want to go in and sit for a while?" Secretary Jin suddenly spoke softly.
"Let's go."
Tang Song unbuckled his seatbelt and pushed the door open.
It was dry and cold outside in winter.
Tang Song walked around the front of the car and naturally took her hand.
Secretary Jin lowered her gaze to look at that large, warm hand. She didn't pull away; instead, she gently held it back.
Just like that, the two walked side by side towards the café.
"Ding ling—"
Pushing the door open, the wind chime made a crisp, light sound.
At this time, there were very few people in the shop.
Only two tables were occupied by the window.
One table had a young couple leaning together, talking in low voices.
The other table seemed to be girls who had just finished shopping, with plastic bags piled at their feet, leisurely drinking coffee and resting.
Behind the counter, the semi-automatic coffee machine was still working, occasionally emitting faint steam sounds.
The air was mixed with the aromas of roasted beans, milk, and pastries, warm and carrying a lazy feeling that easily made people relax.
Truthfully, this was actually Tang Song's second time here.
But returning now felt extremely special.
It was as if many fragments originally scattered in time were slowly piecing themselves back into place.
The two stood in front of the counter.
Tang Song looked at the menu, then turned to the staff with a smile. "One Americano, one latte."
These were the two drinks they each ordered during their first meeting back then.
Secretary Jin adjusted her black-framed glasses, not pointing it out.
After ordering, the two walked to a corner table by the window and sat down.
Outside the window, the afternoon winter sky hadn't yet darkened.
The warm yellow ceiling lights in the shop softly fell, illuminating the wooden tabletop, white porcelain cups and saucers, and the tiny bit of condensation on the edges of the glass window, making everything feel warm and cozy.
As if even time had been softened by this atmosphere.
Neither of them was in a hurry to speak, just sitting quietly.
Watching the occasional passerby bundled in down jackets hurrying by, the slowly moving traffic, and the red lanterns swaying gently in the cold wind by the street.
After a while, the coffee was served.
The cup walls were still slightly hot to the touch, holding warmth.
Secretary Jin lowered her head and took a sip of the Americano, tasting it carefully. Tang Song also picked up his latte, slowly drinking it.
It was as if he was trying to recapture a bit of the feeling from that summer many years ago through this taste.
But too much time had ultimately passed.
The origin of the coffee beans had changed, the milk brand was different, and even the owner and extraction machine were probably not the same ones from back then.
The taste, naturally, had changed too.
"What does yours taste like?" Secretary Jin looked up at him.
Tang Song thought for a moment and said, "The aroma is okay, roasted a bit dark. The initial bitterness is quite pronounced, and the finish has a slight sourness. The milk quality is average, the integration isn't smooth enough, lacks layers."
After all, he had been involved in the operations of Weiguang Coffee. He was no longer a novice when it came to coffee beans, roasting, and cup consistency.
After listening, Secretary Jin let out a soft laugh.
"Sounds quite professional."
She extended her fair hand, directly reaching across the table, took the latte in front of Tang Song, and lowered her head to take a sip from the rim.
Then, she pushed her own cup towards him, her tone carrying a hint of coquettish complaint. "Yours tastes better. Let's swap."
Tang Song was stunned.
Before he could react, Secretary Jin was already holding his latte with both hands, slowly drinking it.
She lowered her eyes slightly, her expression serene, but the corners of her rosy lips held a faint, pure smile, as if she was genuinely happy.
Tang Song quietly watched her for a long while.
Then, he lowered his head, picked up the hot Americano Secretary Jin had pushed over, and took a sip.
The coffee was bitter, yet also a bit sweet.
The sky outside the window gradually darkened.
The glass reflected the blurry, side-by-side silhouettes of the two, quiet, indistinct, yet indescribably romantic.
Who knows how much time passed before both cups of coffee were finished.
A staff member walked over and reminded them apologetically, "Excuse me, both of you. Today is our last day of operation before the Spring Festival. We'll be closing soon and will officially reopen on the fifth day of the new year."
"Okay, Happy New Year." Tang Song nodded with a smile.
"Happy New Year." Secretary Jin actually followed up and said it too.
The two got up one after the other, pushed the door open, and walked out of the café.
The wind outside was a bit colder than before.
But the street was livelier than earlier.
Some people hurried home carrying New Year goods, while others stood by the roadside buying sugar-fried chestnuts and candied haws. The last-day, small-town pre-New Year atmosphere was slowly spreading.
"Walk with me for a bit."
Secretary Jin said softly, putting both hands into her overcoat pockets, facing the wind, and slowly walking deeper into the old street.
Tang Song didn't speak, just followed, walking by her side.
They walked for a stretch.
She suddenly spoke, her voice somewhat light, as if half-scattered by the wind. "Actually, that day in 2016, after leaving this café... I followed you for several days."
Tang Song turned his head to look at her, his gaze flickering slightly.
"I know." He paused. "With your personality, you wouldn't have simply let it go that easily."
Secretary Jin didn't deny it. Her gaze fixed ahead, a very faint smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.
"I watched you take bus 101 back to Jing County. Watched you wandering the streets in a white T-shirt. Watched you and Liu Qingning go buy candied haws together, go to KTV, the cinema... Also watched you, finally relaxed after the college entrance exams ended..."
She spoke slowly, as if replaying those scenes frame by frame.
Tang Song was also pulled back to that distant time by her words.
That period after the college entrance exams, in his real memory, was indeed one of the rare, relaxed and bright times in his life.
The pressure had just been lifted; the future hadn't truly settled yet.
The sky was blue, the wind light, and even liking someone carried the unique clumsiness and passion of youth.
Secretary Jin's footsteps slowed. "Actually, back then, when I looked at Liu Qingning, my heart was very unsettled."
"Hmm?" Tang Song looked at her, somewhat surprised.
"Jealousy, annoyance, and... strangeness." She let out a soft laugh. The cold winter light fell on her fair profile, making it appear exceptionally gentle. "Very complicated."
"Because before that, in the over twenty years of my life, all I had ever believed in was science, data, rationality, and absolute rules."
"But you were different. You didn't follow rules. You defied all the common sense I could understand. Your very existence was something that couldn't be proven."
Secretary Jin stopped walking, turned around, and looked directly into Tang Song's eyes.
The twilight glow spread from behind her, gilding her outline with a soft, warm hue.
"My special feelings for you weren't because of any business talent or foresight you later displayed. It was simply because you yourself were special. You were like... a unique, unparalleled gift this lonely world suddenly gave me."
"And precisely because of that, from that time on, I already had a very strong, very deep possessiveness towards you, towards the 18-year-old you. In this aspect, I'm much more severe than your Bai Yueguang."
"I felt you should belong to me. So, I resented Liu Qingning's existence."
Tang Song looked at her, his breathing gradually growing ragged along with hers.
"Later, I slowly accepted Liu Qingning's existence. Until the second time... I lost control of my emotions again. It was because of Su Yu. You were different towards her; I could see it."
Tang Song pursed his dry lips, not speaking.
Indeed, the female star character, from start to finish, was purely born from his own selfish desires.
So, during that period, he had been particularly partial towards Su Yu.
Secretary Jin continued, "The third time was Zhao Yaqian. I didn't expect you to suddenly... have a girlfriend. After that, everything became more and more outrageous. Heh, although I knew early on you would change, the transformation was still too great."
Tang Song opened his mouth, momentarily unsure how to explain.
The two stood under a plane tree at the intersection, neither speaking further.
Streetlights gradually lit up in the dusk. In the distance, someone's early fireworks went off with a muffled pop.
After a long silence,
Tang Song looked into her eyes, his voice carrying a hint of hard-to-conceal hoarseness. "Secretary Jin, I want to ask you a question."
"Hmm?"
"How do you view the current me?"
Secretary Jin looked at the Tang Song before her, her red lips moving slightly. She didn't answer.
Instead, she slowly took her hand out of her overcoat pocket and gently tugged at his collar.
Then, she rose on her tiptoes.
In the biting wind of New Year's Eve, on the bustling old street, she kissed him.
This kiss carried the lingering bitterness of coffee and a hint of sweet aftertaste.
Not deep, but very real.
She released him, looking into his stunned eyes, blooming with a smile Tang Song had never seen before.
Gentle, bright, completely unreserved.
"I love you, playboy," she said.
......
On the way back.
The distant sky had gradually darkened.
The cold wind blew through the streets. Streetlights and colorful shop signs slowly lit up in the twilight.
But different from the journey here, Secretary Jin's steps now carried a rarely seen lightness and cheerfulness.
She even proactively linked arms with Tang Song, talking about the gifts she had prepared for his parents, her tone soft, revealing a hint of nervousness.
Tang Song listened, watched, immersed in this unique rhythm of being in love.
Back in the Mercedes.
Rumble—
The engine's low roar started up. Warm air gradually blew away the chill on their bodies.
"By the way." Secretary Jin fastened her seatbelt and turned her head. "I also have a question I've wanted to ask you for a long time."
"What question?" Tang Song looked at her.
Secretary Jin met his gaze. "Why... back in early 2016, the first time we met in the dream, did you call me 'Secretary Jin'? What special meaning does this identity hold?"
Tang Song's fingers tightened slightly, his expression also becoming somewhat unnatural.
This pit was indeed quite deep.
After all, for someone like Jin Meixiao, who controlled vast capital and had strong methods, the title "Secretary" itself was full of incongruity.
She seemed more like Tang Song's partner, co-creator.
However, the truth was rather messed up.
That year, the 18-year-old Tang Song, who had just obtained the system and crossed a miracle, drew his first UR-level character card.
Even though he was in a special dream state at the time, as a teenager, his heart was naturally filled with the most straightforward yearnings and impulses.
And he thought, how amazing it would be to have such a perfect, powerful, stunningly beautiful woman willingly be his personal female secretary... That would be incredibly satisfying.
So, he set the positioning of this UR-level character as "Secretary."
Then, through [Dream Link], he made her naturally accept this peculiar setting in her subconscious.
For someone with extremely high intelligence like Jin Meixiao, this should have been a secret that left her utterly perplexed.
That she chose to ask at this moment clearly meant she had truly let down the last bit of barrier.
Seeing him silent for a long time, Secretary Jin smiled understandingly. "If it's inconvenient to answer, then forget it."
"No, there's nothing I need to hide from you." Tang Song cleared his throat lightly. "It was purely because I'm very vulgar. I wanted a perfect woman like you to be my female secretary, obeying my every word... That would greatly satisfy my vanity."
After listening, Secretary Jin was quiet for a moment.
Just as Tang Song thought she would roll her eyes, she suddenly covered her mouth and let out a soft, light laugh. "So that's how it is. I was overthinking it before. I thought there was some profound scheme hidden within."
"But—" The corners of her lips curved gently, her expression elegant yet carrying an indescribable tease. "If there's a chance, I wouldn't mind actually playing the role of your 'female secretary' in reality."
"Consider it... fulfilling a dream for that 18-year-old you."
Tang Song's eyebrows jumped sharply; his heart skipped a beat.
The lethality of that sentence was immense.
After saying this, Secretary Jin turned her gaze back to the window.
Leaving him only with a slightly upturned corner of her lips and that excessively beautiful profile in the twilight-filled car interior.
Elegant, gentle, and utterly captivating.
Just as Tang Song was about to speak, a dazzling flash of light suddenly appeared before his eyes.
The surroundings seemed to freeze.
The traffic, the sound of the wind, the numbers on the dashboard, even the light illuminating the edges of Secretary Jin's hair from the setting sun—it all felt as if it had been paused.
"Ding! Detected player encountering a suitable scene and target. Special item [Tang Song's Sticky Note] has been triggered. Story Dungeon [The Female Secretary in the President's Office] has been created!"
Immediately after, a semi-transparent sticky note materialized before his eyes.
The paper was slightly yellowed, the corners a bit curled, like a page torn from a notepad.
On it, lines of familiar, scribbled handwriting slowly appeared.
[Went to a client company meeting today representing Meigou. That female secretary next to the other company's president was really sexy. Serving tea, handing water, organizing materials, following along with a submissive look. Just watching felt stimulating.]
[Come to think of it, I haven't even enjoyed that kind of treatment myself. Yesterday at the company, I even got scolded by Secretary Jin during her inspection, using her position for personal reasons. Just because I stood her up to accompany Qingning shopping for clothes.]
[If there's a chance, I must have Secretary Jin by my side and let her properly experience what it's really like to be a "secretary." Must wear my favorite uniform set and black stockings.]
[Work for the secretary when there's business; when there's no business...]
[Hmm.]
[It's all for work.]
[She's so smart, so capable. Her work efficiency would definitely be ridiculously high.]
The next second.
That semi-transparent sticky note flashed lightly and directly stuck itself onto Secretary Jin's forehead.