Fu Huaichen's eyes tinged with red as he almost clenched his fists, grinding his teeth.
Shen Chu'an lifted her petite face, revealing a sly smile. Her hands wandered restlessly until she was satisfied by the man's physiological response before she stopped.
Qin Wenjing always felt that something was off but couldn't pinpoint it. She glanced at the soup again, feeling uneasy. Could there really be another woman?
Fu Huaichen tensed his legs slightly, his expression frosty, "Manager Qin, do you have anything to report? I'm very busy."
Qin Wenjing shook her head. The president still looked as abstinent and indifferent as ever. She must be overthinking it, "Secretary Shen and Chief Secretary Qi are openly involved, especially Secretary Shen who, disregarding her newlywed husband, engages in immoral behavior with the Chief Secretary, tarnishing our company's reputation!"
"So?" Fu Huaichen's face was expressionless.
"You should take the employees' advice seriously and fire the morally corrupt Secretary Shen."
Qin Wenjing raised her head slightly, feeling that she was "standing up for justice."
Shen Chu'an, who was under the desk, also heard Qin Wenjing's words. She was not angry but amused, blatantly talking about her infidelity in front of her boss.
Shen Chu'an started to feel playful and began drawing circles on Fu Huaichen's thigh.
Fu Huaichen was caught off guard, and the tickling sensation from below made his brows furrow. The woman's fingers teased him like feathers, adding a hint of blush to Fu Huaichen's complexion.
Because of Shen Chu'an's fidgeting hands, he had no interest in responding to Qin Wenjing's words.
Not receiving a response from Fu Huaichen, Qin Wenjing sensed something was wrong. Looking up, she saw a mysterious flush on his face and couldn't help but express concern, "President Fu, are you sick?"
As she spoke, she moved to check on him.
Fu Huaichen's piercing gaze shot towards her, raising his hand to stop her, "I'm fine. Secretary Shen's issue is not for you to manage. Or do you think that our Fu Group can't afford a PR team to handle mere rumors?"
Qin Wenjing's face turned pale upon hearing his words. He was actually defending a mere translator.
Qin Wenjing felt unwilling but sensibly brought it up no further.
Fu Huaichen continued to flip through the documents on the table, but noticed Qin Wenjing was still standing there, "If there's nothing else, you may leave."
Qin Wenjing stared infatuated at the handsome man focused on the files, thinking that her years of unrequited love were finally coming to fruition. Her heart felt more determined, "President Fu, Madam Bai has spoken to me."
No sooner had she spoken than not only did Fu Huaichen look up, but Shen Chu'an under the desk also stopped her mischief.
Seeing Fu Huaichen's narrow, peach-blossom eyes turn towards her, Qin Wenjing struggled to contain her quickening heartbeat. She swiftly glanced at the tonic soup on the desk and continued, "Madam Bai is interested in bringing us together, hoping you and I could settle down... into a marriage pact soon."
Towards the end, a blush swiftly spread across Qin Wenjing's pure and lovely face.
Fu Huaichen had yet to speak when Shen Chu'an almost lost her composure and stood up. It was clear that Madam Bai didn't approve of her.
"Qin Wenjing," Fu Huaichen's voice was low and deep, like rich red wine. Qin Wenjing almost drowned in the sound of it, but his next words plunged her into an ice-cold chasm.
"I'm already married."
The blush on Qin Wenjing's face disappeared instantly. She looked at him incredulously, "So this soup..."
Fu Huaichen nodded indifferently, "My wife sent it. We have a good relationship."
The implication of his words was clear. There was no hope for her.
Forcing a proper smile, she said, "President Fu, I overstepped. I wish you and your respected wife a lifetime of happiness. I won't disturb you any further."
Having said that, Qin Wenjing gave up her pursuit. As she turned to leave, the smile vanished from her face, and her secret love came to an end.
"Mr. Fu, I'm off to work," you said. "Let's pretend I didn't hear about your marriage."
Fu Huaichen had not announced his marriage, a clear indication he did not want it to be public knowledge.
Seeing her leaving, Shen Chu'an stood up and watched the woman's retreating back, a sense of fondness emerging: "She's quite discerning, knows when to hold on and when to let go, preserving her own dignity."
Seeing that Fu Huaichen was still browsing through documents, Shen Chu'an prepared to return to her desk. Just as she was about to exit the office, she was forcibly encased in a pair of strong arms.
"Little temptress, starting a fire without putting it out?" His hot breath on the back of her neck sent shivers down Shen Chu'an's spine.
"Wait, I need to get back to work."
Fu Huaichen lifted Shen Chu'an and sat her on his office chair, "No rush, let me 'work' first."
Immediately, the man leaned over and planted a domineering kiss on her.
Shen Chu'an didn't play coy and responded to the kiss immediately.
Fu Huaichen's hand slipped into her clothes, planting delicate kisses on her snowy neck and collarbones.
Looking at the abstinent CEO who, after indulging, was like a ferocious beast, Shen Chu'an's eyes darkened as she flipped over and pinned Fu Huaichen down on the chair.
She loosened his collar, her seductive eyes like silk, as her cherry lips pressed marks one after another onto his pale chest.
"Help me," Fu Huaichen's voice was low and husky, clearly tinged with desire.
Shen Chu'an revealed a radiant smile and bent down to focus on the task at hand.
Fu Huaichen was meticulous in all things, yet here Shen Chu'an's clothes were disheveled. This brought immense pleasure to him, making him want to devour the woman before him completely.
Unable to hold back any longer, he tore through Shen Chu'an's stockings and penetrated her.
Caught off guard, Shen Chu'an nearly cried out from the sudden thrust.
Fu Huaichen noticed it and kissed her snowy shoulders affectionately, "Shen Chu'an, let it out."
Shen Chu'an: "No, don't." They were in the office, but he had found her most sensitive spot, involuntarily coaxing soft moans from her.
Realizing what was happening, Shen Chu'an covered her mouth and cursed Fu Huaichen inwardly for being a wolf in sheep's clothing!
The two were lost in passion, their surroundings filled with sensual charm.
After an unknown amount of time, Shen Chu'an held her waist and slowly straightened up, while Fu Huaichen appeared utterly satiated.
"My clothes are unwearable now." Shen Chu'an covered her wrinkled shirt, nearly at the brink of tears.
Fu Huaichen handed her a bag of clothes and led her to the rest area, "Clean up well and, remember to touch up your makeup."
His gaze implied more.
Shen Chu'an covered her neck and suddenly realized something. She hurriedly closed the door and went into the bathroom to shower, resigning to applying concealer over her neck.
When she opened the door, Fu Huaichen was engrossed in work, his cool handsome face and immaculate clothes contrasting starkly with the scene before.
If she hadn't married him, she might really think he was as sincere inside as out.
By the time she left the CEO's office and returned to the translation department, it was nearly three o'clock.
No sooner had she sat down than Chen Wenwen mocked, "Yo, the perks of hooking up with a rich guy, huh? Work whenever you feel like it, right, Shen Chu'an?"