"Back already?"

Gao Mengting’s voice was gentle, carrying a tacit understanding only they shared.

"Just came over straight from the airport, it’s been tough on you, President Gao." Tang Song looked at her soft face with tenderness, noticing the evident fatigue in her expression.

Since November 1st, in preparation for the crucial brand upgrade battle, Gao Mengting has hardly taken a break.

She often worked overtime late into the night, then slept directly in the office lounge.

Her hands-on, dedicated work allowed him, despite being far away in the south, to maintain real-time control of the company’s dynamics.

Gao Mengting smiled wryly, stepped forward, and naturally patted his arm.

She teased, "Our President Tang is the one truly working hard, running around outside all alone. Just wondering, has any scenery along the way left you spellbound?"

Tang Song awkwardly smiled and quickly changed the subject, "How are the live stream stats?"

"Not bad at all." When it comes to work, Gao Mengting instantly switched to a professional and capable demeanor, "The hype worked well; fan interaction and add-to-cart rates exceeded expectations. He Yiyi’s account matrix also started to gain traction, and today’s several preview videos went viral."

She paused, confidence glimmering in her eyes, "With tonight’s brand premiere, we are confident we’ll win a great victory."

Tang Song smiled at her, "Not just confident, almost a guaranteed win. After all, my partner is invincible."

Gao Mengting burst out laughing, "President Tang sure has a sweet tongue today!"

Their eyes met in the air.

Her gentle eyes gradually misted up, like the misty rain of Jiangnan, alluringly charming.

It was a teasing unique to her, subtle yet deeply affecting.

Tang Song’s throat involuntarily rolled, heart racing.

The two exchanged a few more quiet words.

Gao Mengting checked the time and said, "Let’s go to my office to chat; it’s too messy here."

"Alright." Tang Song nodded lightly.

After greeting the surrounding busy employees, he walked side by side with her heading out.

In the quiet hallway, footsteps softly echoed, and they moved forward slowly.

They entered a personalized office.

Gao Mengting smiled, "Sit down, I’ll make you some tea."

She spoke as she walked gracefully to the tea stand, back facing him, elegantly brewing tea.

It was clear she was very happy now.

Her body gently swayed with the actions of warm cup, place tea, brew, each step carrying a joyful rhythm like a lively waltz.

At this moment, all her workplace professionalism seemed to fade away, leaving only a serene and gentle artistic aura.

Amidst the swirling tea mist, she appeared exceptionally beautiful.

Tang Song’s eyes were unconsciously drawn toward her.

He walked over to her side.

The warm fragrance of white tea mixed with her body scent filled the air.

Tang Song reached out and gently embraced her from behind.

Her figure wasn’t exaggerated, without any particularly striking features, but instead retained a unique, perfectly balanced elegance and grace.

He could clearly feel the smooth texture of her slim waist, her back’s contour rising and falling with each breath.

Like a fine jade, exuding a subtle richness requiring careful savoring.

Gao Mengting’s actions paused, she turned to look at him, seeming about to say something.

At last, she simply smiled.

Placing a cup of hot tea beside them, she gestured, "Alright, President Tang, have some tea."

Tang Song didn’t let go of her but buried his face into her neck, his right hand gently lifting her shirt’s hem, slipping underneath.

He stroked her warm, smooth flat stomach, slowly moving upward.

Gao Mengting murmured softly, her body started trembling, cheeks flushed, "What are you doing? This is the office!"

"President Gao has truly been working too hard lately, I’m helping you relax."

Gao Mengting bit her lip, feeling Tang Song’s assertiveness, softly saying, "There’s still the brand premiere tonight, it’s too important... not appropriate now."

Tang Song leaned close to her ear, chuckling, "If there wasn’t a brand premiere, would it be alright?"

Gao Mengting turned her face, her soft features adorned with a captivating blush, "Whatever you want."

Hearing his partner so accommodating.

Tang Song felt invigorated, softly asking, "Where would you like it? Using what kind of knowledge?"

"Hey, that’s too much..."

"Didn’t you ask me before to describe how it felt with you? Clearly, you’re the one being excessive."

"Get out of here! You scoundrel!" Gao Mengting was both embarrassed and annoyed.

She didn’t mind any intimate contact with Tang Song, even craved it.

She was also willing to discuss sexual relations with him.

But... it depends on the occasion.

In bed versus in the office, are they the same?

She had her dignity too!

"Talk to me about it." Tang Song’s hand applied slight pressure.

Gao Mengting exclaimed "Ah," seeming to be overwhelmed.

She hurriedly gasped, "Alright, alright, I’ll... I’ll tell you..."

"Quickly."

Gao Mengting shot him a fierce glance, said a few keywords flushed with embarrassment.

Tang Song finally released her, satisfied.

He picked up the teacup and took a sip.

The fresh tea aroma spread in his mouth.

The two sat down on the sofa, sipping tea, naturally chatting about the planning for the Double Eleven promotion.

Mainly Tang Song spoke, Gao Mengting softly echoed while holding the teacup.

Clearly, the intimate movement just now was a bit overwhelming for the immensely sensitive her.