Secretary Jin's Little Thoughts

Yanjing Sky City, duplex apartment.

In the bathroom, soft light spilled across the white tiles, and steam filled the air.

"Whoosh—" Warm water flowed slowly down Secretary Jin's long hair, gliding over her fair, delicate skin and tracing the perfect curves of her body.

Her exquisitely beautiful face became hazy and unreal amid the mist.

The sound of running water abruptly stopped, and the bathroom instantly fell silent.

She picked up a soft bath towel, lightly wrapped it around her snow-white body, dried her hair strands, and stepped lightly into the walk-in closet.

Sitting before the vanity, she finished a simple skincare routine.

She casually tossed aside the towel, put on her underwear, then picked up Tang Song's shirt and slipped it on.

The collar hung slightly open, revealing her delicate collarbones and deep, full cleavage.

The hem fell to her thighs, and as she walked, her plump legs appeared and disappeared from view, brimming with irresistible sensuality.

She entered the bedroom.

Lying on the soft bed, Secretary Jin leaned against the headboard and picked up the photo frame again. Her fingers gently stroked it, while indescribable emotions hid within her deep, bright eyes.

Memories gradually flooded her mind.

In the summer of 2016, in an inconspicuous café, she saw him for the first time.

This "unknown" who had deeply affected her in her dreams was completely different from what she had imagined.

At eighteen, he still carried some lingering youthful air. He was tall and thin, clean and fresh, seemingly ordinary yet mysteriously elusive.

His gaze seemed capable of seeing through every corner of her heart.

Their initial interactions had not gone smoothly, but every factual confirmation after her doubts felt like a brand-new door opening into her worldview.

Every firm look in his eyes, every brief yet powerful sentence, sent ripples through her heart,

eventually converging into deep, passionate love.

"President Tang, shorting right now is simply suicide! What is your basis for judgment? If we're wrong, the capital chain will completely break!"

"I won't be wrong. All you need to do is trust me and carry out my plan."

"Hah—fine! I'll listen to you!"

"The bubble could burst at any moment. Can't we wait a little longer? And once the government intervenes, our positions may suffer enormous losses."

"Do as I say."

"What if..."

"There won't be any 'what if.' Policy can only delay death. It cannot change the outcome."

"Within the next five years, artificial intelligence will completely overturn every industry."

"Secretary Jin, your stockings are very beautiful today. I like them very much."

"This time, I still won't let you down."

Scene after scene from the past glittered like brilliant stars in the depths of her memory.

In the end, they froze on his deep, shadowy eyes, and the words he had spoken before leaving: "Perhaps. But that isn't important. What matters is that all of this is for our future."

Secretary Jin opened her eyes and slightly raised her chin.

Her straight nose bridge and full lips looked as exquisite as a sculpture beneath the light.

Of course, there had also been some unpleasant experiences throughout this process.

For example, Liu Qingning, whom he had loved wholeheartedly all these years.

And Su Yu, who had drawn away most of his attention during that crucial period lasting over a year.

She had once believed that his love belonged only to Liu Qingning, because she was the only one he treated differently.

She had made many efforts to change him.

But Zhao Yaqian's sudden appearance, followed closely by Wen Ruan,

had nearly caused her emotions to collapse.

Yet this was not entirely a bad thing. At least he would not belong to only one person.

Once his heart opened, she was absolutely certain she could obtain the greatest share of his love.

And this had been thoroughly verified during Qixi Festival.

That was also the main reason she dared to move directly into Yanjing Sky City and personally approach Zhao Yaqian and Wen Ruan.

She could tolerate the existence of other women, and even help him coordinate and manage them, but the premise was that none of them could interfere with her.

"Knock, knock, knock—" A knock sounded at the door.

"Director Jin, dinner is ready. Also, Shangguan has arrived."

"I know."

Secretary Jin put down the photo frame, rose to her feet, and walked outside.

Shangguan Qiuya and Lin Tiantian kept calm expressions, but their eyes could not help drifting toward the shirt she wore.

They had followed Director Jin for so long, yet they had never seen her look so sexy.

Even as women themselves, they felt a little smitten after seeing her.

In the dining room, several exquisite dishes had been placed on the solid wood table.

Secretary Jin picked up a cup of warm flower tea and took a sip.

Shangguan Qiuya said softly, "Director Jin, I've already arranged a meeting with Wen Ruan, and the location has been set. She doesn't know that you're meeting her personally, but I think that with her intelligence, she should be able to guess something."

"Mm, it doesn't matter." Secretary Jin nodded lightly, her eyes flashing.

There was another important reason she had specially come to Yancheng to meet Wen Ruan.

She was very worried about Tang Song's physical condition.

Thirty-year-old Wen Ruan was in her physical prime, loved working out, and knew how to please a man. She was undoubtedly a steel blade that could scrape a man to the bone.

According to information Su Yu had deliberately revealed to her before, whenever Wen Ruan and Tang Song played ball, it lasted at least an hour, and was especially intense.

Obviously, a woman so alluring and naturally seductive would not be good for him if he did not restrain himself.

When Tang Song truly got involved with her in the future, he might not be able to keep up.

For the sake of her future sexual happiness, Secretary Jin would not allow such a thing to really happen.

Shangguan Qiuya continued, "The apartment in Building 6 of Yanjing Huating has already been cleaned up. As for Ms. Zhao, do you need me to communicate with her in advance? She seems completely unaware of your identity and has never asked me any related questions."

"No need." Secretary Jin took a bite of salad, the corner of her mouth curving upwards slightly.

Back when Zhao Yaqian signed with Juqing Huijin, it had caused enormous emotional fluctuations for her.

She was looking forward to seeing what Zhao Yaqian would think upon suddenly meeting her.

And Tang Song's current assistant, Lin Mu Xue.

Girls like that, who had yet to mature or settle into themselves, were actually easy to handle.

She also needed to thoroughly crush their unrealistic fantasies.

"By the way, what has Su Yu been doing lately?"

Shangguan Qiuya replied softly, "She blacklisted a producer two days ago and is currently filming a new drama in Magic City."

"Oh?" Secretary Jin put down her fork and revealed a faint smile. "Help me take a photo and send it to Su Yu. Tell her where I am right now. While you're at it, encourage her to film well. I'll go watch it when I get back."

The corner of Shangguan Qiuya's eye twitched. She nodded and said, "Understood, Director Jin."

After saying that, she picked up her mobile phone and began operating it.

Yet she felt as though she had come to know this goddess of the business world all over again.

On the speeding high-speed rail train.

Night gradually fell. Bright lights filled the entire carriage, casting a warm golden glow.

Cheng Qiuqiu sat in the window seat on the inside, her eyes fixed on the scenery rushing past outside.

After quite a while, she turned slightly and glanced at Tang Song and Gao Mengting, who were chatting and laughing to her left.

They seemed to be very much on the same wavelength.

One moment they discussed Marketing Management, the next One Hundred Years of Solitude, then recent trending news.

Cheng Qiuqiu pursed her lips and took out her mobile phone from her pocket.

The various group chats related to the team-building trip were exceptionally lively.

Food, tourist attractions, memes, and jokes—messages kept popping up one after another.

For this team-building trip, employees had booked their own tickets and submitted them for reimbursement through the backend OA system.

Therefore, most people were not seated together or even in the same carriage.

Only because Senior Schoolmate had booked both her and Tang Song's tickets were they seated beside each other.

Listening to the laughter and conversation beside her while watching the lively chat in the group, Cheng Qiuqiu's gaze became somewhat unfocused.

She wanted very much to fit in with them, but she truly could not do it.

"QQ, what do you want to eat?" Tang Song's voice suddenly came from beside her.

Cheng Qiuqiu replied instinctively, "The same as you."

Deep down, she also liked being on the same wavelength as them.

"OK, then we'll get a double-serving boxed meal of Braised Beef and Kung Pao Chicken." Tang Song made a gesture, submitted the order through the Mini Program, then said softly, "By the way, QQ, you're from Chuan Province. Why did you come to Yancheng for university?"

Tang Song was actually very curious about Qiu Qiu's past. He wanted to know why she had psychological problems.

Cheng Qiuqiu glanced at Tang Song and said quietly, "I wanted to see somewhere farther away from home."

"Oh? Then are you going home for Mid-Autumn Festival? You have eight days off, so that should be enough."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Qiuqiu's full chest rose and fell slightly. Her eyes lowered. "I'm not going back. It's pretty good staying in Yancheng."

Gao Mengting gently took her hand and smiled. "Perfect. I'm not going back for Mid-Autumn Festival either. My new car just arrived and it's still in the break-in period. How about the two of us go on a road trip around Yancheng?"

"Mm." Cheng Qiuqiu nodded.

Noticing something unusual about her demeanor, Tang Song slightly raised his brows and realized something.

Then Gao Mengting began chatting with them about Snowy Night Mist and celebrity gossip.

The atmosphere gradually relaxed.

Soon, their boxed meals arrived.

The taste was very ordinary, but eating them aboard a speeding high-speed rail train gave them a special flavor.

Cheng Qiuqiu ate very slowly. Each time she moved her chopsticks, she paused for a moment, as if her mind was not entirely on the food.

Her gaze kept drifting toward the window, as though she had been captivated by the dazzling scenery outside.

Her skinny jeans outlined her long, straight legs. They swayed slightly with her movements, giving her a touch of youthful vitality.

After finishing her boxed meal, Cheng Qiuqiu picked up the small bag of trash, stood up, and said softly, "I'll go throw this away."

Tang Song extended his hand, signaling for her to give it to him. "Give it to me. It's inconvenient for you to get out from the inside."

Cheng Qiuqiu shook her head. "I'm going to the restroom too."

With that, she carefully shuffled outward.

Seeing this, Tang Song leaned slightly to the side, making as much room for her as possible.

He leaned against one side of his seat, his gaze unintentionally sweeping over her back.

Her slender waist, plump buttocks, and long straight legs were especially eye-catching beneath her light-colored jeans. Just as Cheng Qiuqiu reached Tang Song's side, a five- or six-year-old boy suddenly rushed down the aisle, shouting excitedly about something.

Caught off guard, Cheng Qiuqiu hurriedly dodged and took a sharp step backward. Her foot struck Tang Song's outstretched leg, and she seemed to lose her balance, landing squarely on his lap.

Tang Song instinctively reached out and held her waist. Through the thin fabric, his palm touched her soft skin.

"Ah!" Cheng Qiuqiu gave a low cry, her body instantly tensing.

Gao Mengting hurriedly held her arm and asked with concern, "Are you okay, Qiu Qiu?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Cheng Qiuqiu quickly stood up, cast Tang Song a panicked glance, quietly said, "Sorry," then hurried toward the restroom.

Watching her leave, Tang Song let out a soft breath, an unusual heat rising in his heart.

Bang—

The restroom door slammed shut.

Cheng Qiuqiu took several deep breaths, feeling her heart race faster.

In truth, she had had a chance just now to free one hand and grab the chair back in front of her to keep her balance.

But for some reason, the moment she realized Tang Song was behind her, her body had instinctively given up struggling and simply followed the motion down onto him.

That unconscious reaction left her confused and ashamed. She did not dare face her own heart.

What am I even thinking?

The image of herself sitting on his lap kept resurfacing in Cheng Qiuqiu's mind. Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the corner of her clothes.

She stared blankly for quite some time.

Cheng Qiuqiu used the restroom, washed her hands, and opened the restroom door.

Immediately afterward, a tall, athletic figure appeared before her.

She looked up and saw Liu Jiayi staring sharply at her with an indifferent expression.

A powerful sense of pressure seemed to radiate from her, making Cheng Qiuqiu's breathing fall quiet.

Cheng Qiuqiu shifted aside and said softly, "H-hello."

Then she quickly headed back toward her seat.

When she saw Tang Song's gaze, her heart skipped a beat. She lowered her head in panic and carefully sat back down in her seat.

Listening to Gao Mengting and Tang Song talking beside her.

Cheng Qiuqiu bit her lower lip hard as intense guilt and shame enveloped her.

Tang Song was Senior Schoolmate's lover. They had met, gotten to know each other, and come together through entrepreneurship.

She felt like a despicable rat coveting something that belonged to someone else.

Cultivation progress: 75% (Not yet sprouted)

Looking at the number fluctuating above Qiu Qiu's head, a strange look flashed through Tang Song's eyes.

It had still been 72% before they boarded the train. Just sitting on his lap had made it jump to 75% in such a short time.

Just how "dark" was this aloof-looking girl's mind?

Terrifying!

By that logic, would hugging her make it rise even more?

At this thought, Tang Song felt eager to give it a try.

8:30 p.m.

The train slowly pulled into Crow Mountain Railway Station.

"We're here!" Gao Mengting nudged Tang Song, her voice gentle yet full of enthusiasm. "Welcome to my hometown!"

Tang Song said seriously, "Let's go, Local Snake. We'll be relying on you to look after us from here on out."

Gao Mengting burst out laughing, the corners of her eyes curving into crescents. Patting her chest, she said, "No problem!"

Chatting and laughing, they left the carriage. After meeting up with their colleagues in a corner of the platform, everyone carried their luggage out of the station.

The cool Evening Breeze rushed toward them, carrying a faint salty, damp scent that refreshed their spirits.

They boarded the waiting tour bus in an orderly fashion. The bus slowly set off and merged into Crow Mountain's damp night.

Soft music drifted through the bus as the colleagues chatted excitedly, their laughter endless.

About half an hour later.

The bus successfully arrived at the Shangri-La Hotel in HaiGang District.

The enormous glass curtain wall reflected the surrounding lights, making the modern building appear especially imposing in the night.

"Look, that's the sea over there!" Gao Mengting gently patted Tang Song's shoulder and pointed into the distance with a smile.

Tang Song Looked in the direction of the sound and saw faint glimmers of waves flashing amid the deep darkness through the window.

Although the sea could not be clearly seen at night, the faint roar of the waves and the salty dampness in the air were enough to let them feel its vastness and mystery.

Everyone got off the bus one after another and checked in under the guidance of the administrative department staff.

Other than Tang Song, everyone else was paired up in twos.

When the last colleague received their room card, Gao Mengting lightly clapped her hands and drew everyone's attention.

"Alright, everyone's had a tiring journey, so go back to your rooms and rest first. Remember to keep important items like your IDs and tickets safe. If you want to go out and have fun, it's best to go together. Don't wander too far. If you need help with anything, contact me or someone from the administrative department anytime."

At this point, her tone suddenly turned playful. "One more reminder: remember to get up early tomorrow to watch the sunrise! It's absolutely spectacular, so don't sleep in and miss it!"

"Got it!" "Alright, President Gao!"

Everyone responded one after another, carrying their luggage upstairs with eager smiles on their faces.

As the crowd gradually dispersed.

Tang Song patted Gao Mengting on the back and said softly, "Come on, partner. Let's put our luggage upstairs, then go take a walk. Have a drink and look at the sea."

Hearing Tang Song's somewhat suggestive words, Gao Mengting's cheeks flushed slightly. "We have to get up early tomorrow. What are we drinking for?"

She was the type with a terrible alcohol tolerance. A single glass of whiskey might leave her dazed.

This time, although she and Qiu Qiu were sharing a room during the team-building trip, they were on the same floor as him.

She really worried that if she drank too much and could not control her impulses, she might just pounce on Tang Song.

Then she truly would not be able to face anyone.

Tang Song smiled. "We came on vacation to have fun. A little drink is no big deal. Let's go."

With that, he picked up his suitcase and headed for the elevator first.

The Elevator Door slowly closed, and the cramped space immediately fell silent.

Liu Jiayi stood in the corner, calmly watching the floor numbers change.

Cheng Qiuqiu, meanwhile, lowered her head and fiddled with her Mobile Phone, seemingly deliberately avoiding the interaction between Tang Song and Gao Mengting.

"Ding—" The elevator stopped on the nineteenth floor.

Liu Jiayi held the Elevator Door open while Tang Song, Gao Mengting, and Cheng Qiuqiu stepped out one after another.

After checking the room cards and room numbers.

Gao Mengting said with a grin, "We'll go in and sort out our Belongings first. Bye bye."

"Bye bye." Tang Song Pushed open the door, inserted the room card, and the lights instantly came on.

He had booked a sea-view balcony room with a king-size bed. It was about forty-five square meters, with a modern yet cozy decor.

Worth mentioning, there was a two-meter king-size bed in the middle of the room, paired with soft white bedding that looked especially comfortable.

He Opened the curtains and window.

The sea was faintly visible in the night, while waves rolled endlessly in his ears.

After admiring the night for a while, Tang Song checked the time, Turned around, and left the room.

"Knock, knock, knock—" He lightly knocked on the neighboring room's door.

"Who is it?" Cheng Qiuqiu's somewhat cool voice Sounded.

"It's me."

"Oh—" The door was slowly Opened, revealing Cheng Qiuqiu's delicate yet slightly restrained mature face.

She stepped aside and said quietly, "President Tang."

Tang Song smiled and Nodded, then stepped into the room.

After walking a few steps inside, his gaze settled on Gao Mengting, who was sorting through her luggage.

She sat sideways on the single bed. Her loose graphic T-shirt had been changed into a fitted cropped T-shirt that perfectly outlined her graceful figure.

Her slender waist was slightly exposed, exuding an unintentional sexiness.

With clean, light makeup, thick, fluffy hair, and a gentle, beautiful face.

Soft lighting fell over her body, and she Exuded a unique atmosphere.

Like Secretary Jin, his partner also had a refined, beautiful appearance.

Though the two had completely different temperaments, they bore some resemblance from certain angles.

Back when they were Just beginning their business partnership, Tang Song would occasionally have that illusion.

Thinking about it carefully, it really was a strange sort of fate. Strictly speaking, his first partner had been Secretary Jin.