Immediately, her nostrils twitched gently.

A familiar scent crept into her nose.

Yao Lingling’s heart skipped a beat, almost instinctively raising her head.

The next second, a handsome smiling face suddenly appeared in her sight, causing her heart to miss a beat.

"Senior... no... President Tang! You’re back!"

"Got off the plane and came directly. Long time no see, Lingling."

Tang Song affectionately patted the junior sister’s head, his smile clear and warm.

Chatting with this cheerful, lively junior always easily brightened his mood.

Yao Lingling blushed, but her eyes were still shining brightly as she looked at her senior.

After half a month, he seemed to have become even more handsome.

The dark gray tailored suit outlined his perfect broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted figure vividly.

He exuded an undeniable, powerful aura and charm.

It made her heart itch.

Gotta say, Senior Tang Song’s looks are simply too seductive!

Seeing her blatant "fangirl" expression, Tang Song snapped his fingers crisply.

With a mischievous smile, he said, "What are you looking at? Keep staring and I’ll have to charge a fee."

Yao Lingling playfully stuck out her tongue but quickly puffed up her chest, cheekily countering, "Well, looking at me requires a fee too! So if we watch each other, it cancels out!"

Tang Song chuckled, his gaze boldly sweeping over her.

His gaze inadvertently dropped to her exceptionally round and perky bottom.

Gotta admit, quite the gift.

Plus, with recent targeted workouts, it was now the standard full peach shape, with quite impressive dimensions.

If slapped, it would definitely sound loud!

Tang Song’s heart jumped, hastily suppressing some improper thoughts.

Must’ve been corrupted by Jing, that little pervert!

He’s not that kind of person!

Noticing Tang Song’s heated gaze, Yao Lingling shyly shifted back a little.

Tang Song coughed lightly, his gaze landing on her milk tea, "Sigh, flew a long way, feeling a bit thirsty."

Yao Lingling understood and handed over her milk tea, "Here, brown sugar boba, full sugar, super tasty!"

As she spoke, she leaned closer to him.

Secretly savoring the delightful scent from her senior, her eyes sparkling.

Tang Song smiled while accepting it, lightly biting the straw with his lips, elegantly sipping a big gulp.

Then he dramatically nodded, "Mm, indeed tastes good, super sweet."

Noticing his actions, Yao Lingling bit her lip, her face starting to heat up.

Earlier it was instinctive, now only realizing, her throat involuntarily moved.

Does this count as... an indirect kiss?! Ahhhh!

"Ding——"

The elevator slowly stopped at the 30th floor.

"We’re here." Tang Song gently pushed her back, casually handing the milk tea back.

Yao Lingling quickly accepted it, trailing closely behind him, unable to resist biting the straw, taking a gentle sip.

Immediately feeling an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and sweetness.

All the nervousness in her heart was swept away at this moment.

...

"President Tang!"

"President Tang! You’re back!"

A subtle commotion came from the office area ahead.

Cheng Qiuyu’s body suddenly stiffened, eyes peering beyond the computer screen, towards the end of the corridor.

A familiar figure appeared in her view.

Instantly making her body tense up.

The figure came closer, close enough for her to hear footsteps.

Tang Song first responded to the greeting from the brand department employees around.

Then he turned, looked at the still frozen at her desk, silently cold Qiuqiu.

"Qiuqiu." His voice gentle and clear, carrying a familiar smile, "I heard your Singles’ Day posters are ready?"

Cheng Qiuyu’s body trembled slightly, then slowly stood up, "Yes, they’re all ready, a total of six, need to choose three, planning to send them to you for review."

During Tang Song’s absence, even though they communicated via WeChat, she couldn’t see him in person.

That longing felt like vines in spring, seizing any chance to grow and spread in her heart.

Lately, he frequently appeared in her dreams.

Tang Song waved her over, saying, "Bring your laptop, come to my office for a private demo first. Your President Gao is likely still in the live broadcast area; once she comes out, I’ll exchange opinions with her."

"Okay, President Tang." Cheng Qiuyu’s voice carried a bit of suppressed trembling.

Then she grabbed her laptop and followed.

Footsteps echoed in the quiet corridor.

Occasionally, passing colleagues respectfully greeted Tang Song.

"Creak—" The heavy door of the CEO’s office opened.

Both went inside, one after the other.

Tang Song casually hung his suit jacket on the rack, turning to smilingly look at the cool designer friend.

Today, Qiuqiu was clearly dressed up.

The black and white professional attire was worn by her in a way that intertwined abstinence and sensuality, a strikingly contradictory aesthetic.

Just like her.

Then his gaze slowly moved upwards, landing on the top of Qiuqiu’s head.

The [Dream Flower Seed] trembled intensely, with a rich halo almost overflowing.

It’s like she was adorned with a layer of radiance, stunningly beautiful.