The presidential suite was very quiet.
The spacious, luxurious living room was cut by the morning light into distinct blocks of brightness and shadow.
Floating in the air were the faint tipsiness of chilled champagne, the fresh sweetness of the fruit platter, and the mingled fragrances from the two women.
As Su Yu threw out that almost insane raise—
Tang Song's entire body tensed in an instant, a thin layer of cold sweat faintly seeping from his back.
Sure enough, things had still gone sprinting in the direction he had feared most—and found most absurd.
These two women, taken separately, were each more elegant than the last, each more refined than the last.
But once they were forcibly placed in the same room, it was like a glacier crashing into a raging fire. One spark, and it would explode.
The female celebrity already had a bit of a mad streak to begin with. Now that she had finally seized an opportunity like this, there was no way she would let it go lightly.
And Secretary Jin was even less the type to yield easily.
With her shrewdness and self-restraint, the fact that she could take the initiative to suggest a punishment as obviously humiliating as "writing on the face"—
Already said everything.
This Ms. Smile, who had always been rational, was truly furious today.
She wanted to personally discipline this female celebrity who always loved pushing her luck.
As for taking off clothes—
Logically speaking, with Secretary Jin's pride and dignity, she would never allow herself to fall into such an absurd, out-of-control situation.
However—"Fine."
Secretary Jin's voice was not high, but it was clear, steady, and carried weight.
Tang Song's eyelid twitched hard.
But the smile on Su Yu's face bloomed to its fullest in that instant, even her