"Rest assured, Ms. Smile. Secretary Jin's injury today counts as a work-related injury. I will strictly adhere to the company's employee welfare policy, carry out twenty-four-hour observation and care, and ensure the employee's physical and mental well-being."
Tang Song leaned forward slightly, his gaze falling on her eyes, which had once again become sharp and bright.
They held each other's gaze for a moment. The light in Secretary Jin's eyes flickered gently, and then she said softly, "I trust Mr. Tang's professional integrity." With that, she picked up the black-rimmed glasses from the coffee table and put them back on her nose.
The cool, composed Director Jin from moments ago had become the gentle, proper little secretary again, with lowered eyes and an obedient manner.
Looking at how effortlessly she switched between the two, Tang Song found it amusing and irresistible.
This unspoken performance, this ambiguity neither of them was willing to expose—it was far too intoxicating.
He sat back down beside her and took hold of her ankle.
"Mr. Tang..."
"Don't move." Tang Song said seriously, "Your sister has already agreed, so I have to see this through. You may not know this, but I'm also a master masseur."
Secretary Jin finally couldn't resist and burst out laughing.
Tang Song looked up at her. "You don't think I'm joking and deliberately taking advantage of you, do you?"
"No." Secretary Jin pressed her lips together, trying hard to suppress her smile. "I trust Mr. Tang's character and professional ability."
"Secretary Jin really does understand me."
As Tang Song spoke, his fingers slowly kneaded along her ankle bone, the arch of her foot, and the outside of her calf. His pressure was steady, his rhythm even.
Under the effects of [Imperial Hand Adjustment Yuan], the soreness and numbness that had never