January 9, 2024, Tuesday.
Shencheng, Nanshan District, JW Marriott Hotel.
"Ring-ring—"
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The alarm rang for the third time.
Jiang You Rong finally stirred amid the soft, rumpled bedding and reluctantly sat up in bed.
The blanket slipped down, revealing her in a loose spaghetti-strap nightgown.
She let out a huge yawn, raised both arms, and stretched.
"Mm."
With the movement, the fabric of her nightgown tightened, outlining her rounded, full curves.
That ripe, heavy softness radiated a primal, languid allure beneath the morning light.
She turned off the alarm and picked up her phone to check the time.
07:55.
It was almost eight already.
Jiang You Rong rubbed her slightly sore neck, and only then did her mind gradually emerge from its fog.
She had truly been exhausted lately, both physically and mentally.
During the day, she had to coordinate high-intensity technology transfer work. At night, she had to stay up organizing materials for Director Jin's "intelligence assignments."
For someone like her, who had long grown accustomed to the laid-back life of "nine to five, maybe even only a few classes a week" at school, the high-pressure pace of a major corporation was simply torture.
Still, hard work always paid off.
Her work was progressing smoothly. Director Jin had not praised her much, but neither had she been angry over Jiang You Rong's poor surveillance performance in Quancheng.
At this corporate giant, she had at least gained a preliminary foothold through genuine ability.
She got up and went to the bathroom.
While brushing her teeth, Jiang You Rong looked at herself in the mirror.
She subconsciously reached out and pinched her lower belly.
Huh?
It felt different somehow.
That soft layer of flab she could once grab by the handful had clearly tightened.
There was still a