An unexpected collision and an intensified "punishment"

On Wednesday morning, Lin Chen returned to work after a day off.

Though he was sitting at his desk, his soul seemed to be drifting somewhere in Macau—or, more precisely, inside the "nuclear bomb-level" photo Little Moon had sent last night.

The enticing image kept replaying in his mind, along with the flustered sight of himself blushing and his heart racing. Every now and then, a foolish grin crept onto his face, only for him to quickly hide it and glance around like a thief.

Ugh, that little vixen... she's going to be the death of me...

I wonder when I'll get to see her in person... If I do, I'll have to... have to give her a good "punishment"! Show her what I'm capable of!

As he worked through his tedious reports, he indulged in all sorts of indescribable fantasies of "revenge" to counter the heat he had no outlet for.

By the time he finally got a chance to make coffee in the break room, his mind was still wandering.

Coffee in hand, he walked back with his head down, still wondering whether he should find an excuse to video chat with Little Moon that night...

Just then, someone came around the corner, walking straight toward him!

Lin Chen hadn't noticed at all. By the time he saw her, it was too late to dodge. Bang! He crashed right into her!

The coffee cup flew from his hand and smashed onto the floor with a crash, splashing brown liquid everywhere.

Lin Chen himself pitched forward from the momentum, his face plunging straight into an exceptionally soft and springy spot...

A familiar, cool and richly fragrant perfume enveloped his nose, while a warm, soft sensation pressed against his cheek...

Time seemed to stand still for two seconds.

Lin Chen's brain crashed.

Then a voice rang out above his head, icy to the bone and brimming with towering rage:

"Lin! Chen!"

Lin Chen abruptly snapped back to his senses and sprang away as if scalded. He looked up, and his soul nearly flew out of his body!

The person he'd crashed into, the one he'd buried his face in... was Yan Qingyue!

She was wearing an ivory, form-fitting knit dress today. A small patch at her chest was conspicuously stained with coffee, and worse still, there was a clear crease where he'd crashed into her...

The look on Yan Qingyue's face was beyond ugly. It was as if a storm were about to break, and her icy gaze looked ready to slice Lin Chen to death a thousand cuts at a time.

"S-sorry! President Yan! I didn't mean to! I, I, I..."

Lin Chen was so frightened his tongue tied itself in knots. He scrambled to find a tissue to help her wipe it off, then felt that nowhere was appropriate. He froze on the spot, wishing he could dig a hole and crawl into it.

I'm doomed, doomed, doomed! I'm dead this time!

I... just now... I think I hit...

Holy shit! So... so full... so soft... it felt like my whole face was going to sink in... What's... what's actually inside there... The feel was just too...

Wait! What am I thinking?! Is this the time to be thinking about that?! Yan Iceberg is going to kill me!

This is all Little Moon's fault! If she hadn't sent that kind of photo last night, how would I have been so distracted first thing in the morning that I crashed into someone!

And crashed into a place like that!

Yeah, if I really do meet her, I have to give her a good "punishment"! Show her what I'm capable of!

Yan Qingyue had been filled with fury, but after hearing his inner monologue—first panicking, then actually savoring the memory, and finally blaming it all on "Little Moon" and threatening to "punish" her—she nearly laughed from sheer anger!

That bastard!

He'd crashed into her, taken enormous advantage of her, and still dared to judge and comment on her in his head?!

He was even shifting the blame onto her—Little Moon?!

And he was still thinking about "punishing" her?!

It seemed last night's "punishment" had been too light!

It hadn't taught him a lesson at all!

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to throw him out the window on the spot. Her voice sounded as though it had been dredged from an ice cellar:

"Where were your eyes? Don't you watch where you're going?"

"I'm sorry, President Yan! I was wrong! I'll definitely be careful next time!

"Your... your clothes... I'll pay for them! I'll have them dry-cleaned! I'll..."

Lin Chen was incoherent, wishing he could drop to his knees and kowtow.

Yan Qingyue shot him an icy glance, as if to say, "Can you afford to pay for them?"

She said nothing more to him. She simply took out her phone and called the administrative department:

"Have someone clean up the hallway by the break room. Also, send a set of my spare clothes to my office."

With that, she left without another glance at Lin Chen. Her face taut, she strode quickly toward her office, her high heels going clack, clack, clack, an ominous chill radiating from her back.

Lin Chen stood rooted to the spot, staring at the coffee splattered across the floor and the broken cup. He felt as though his life, like the cup, had been shattered to pieces.

My life is over...

President Yan must hate me to death... my year-end bonus... my job...

All day long, Lin Chen lived in overwhelming fear and guilt.

Every time he brought documents into her office, he trembled with apprehension, terrified that one moment of displeasure would make President Yan tell him to pack his things and leave.

Strangely, though, apart from looking colder than usual and being sparing with her words when assigning work, Yan Qingyue gave no other reaction.

She neither scolded him nor docked his bonus.

That calm before the storm only made Lin Chen more uneasy.

He had no idea that Yan Qingyue, though outwardly working in her office, was secretly grinding her teeth too.

This Lin Chen! He's getting more and more lawless!

He still dares to think about punishing me?

Looks like the earlier photos were still too conservative! They didn't teach him a lesson at all!

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. In particular, when she recalled the jumble of thoughts he'd had when he crashed into her, and how he'd actually shifted the blame onto "Little Moon," an inexplicable fire blazed higher and higher within her.

She had to turn up the intensity!

She had to show him who was truly in control!

An "evil" idea took shape in her mind.

She picked up her personal phone, opened the chat window for "Little Moon," and began planning her next "punishment."

Yes, photos alone no longer seemed to have enough impact.

Perhaps... she could try something more direct?

For example... a short video that revealed only glimpses?

Or... something just a tiny bit more daring?

A sly, dangerous smile curved her lips.

Lin Chen, just you wait.

In a couple of days, I'll show you what a real "punishment" is.

Don't you like savoring the memory? Don't you want to know what's inside?

This time, I'll show you my back and see what you do!

Of course, I can't show my face. The game is only fun if we play it slowly.

She could already foresee how flustered and red-faced Lin Chen would be when he received that "grand gift," how he would beg for mercy without end.

At the thought, the fire in her heart seemed to die down considerably, replaced instead by a sense of anticipation for the prank.

This "war" taking place between reality and the internet seemed to be escalating.

And poor Lin Chen knew nothing of it. He was still at his desk, anxiously worrying about his job and his bonus.

He had no idea that an even more "inhumane" sweet "punishment" aimed at him was quietly brewing.