Inside the office, Jun Wangchen stared at the utterly alluring Du Lingfei, his eyes flashing again and again.
Good grief, the secretary Huang Junhao hired was downright lethal.
No, I'm a pure man. I'm an artist. My eyes see only purity and art. Even if she hits me with those balls, the only word in my mind will be justice!
Seeing Jun Wangchen repeatedly swallow, Du Lingfei assumed he was thirsty. She hurried over, bent down, and asked respectfully, "Mr. Chen, are you thirsty?"
Du Lingfei's sudden approach caught Jun Wangchen off guard. Before he could react, her skin was already touching his.
"Um, well... a little. Secretary Du, sorry for the trouble, but could you have a cup of milk... oh, no, a cup of black tea brought up?" Fighting the restlessness inside him, Jun Wangchen nodded instinctively, only to realize halfway through that something was wrong and hastily correct himself.
"Mr. Chen, we do have milk here!" Although Jun Wangchen had changed his words at the last moment, Du Lingfei still caught the implication and gave him a meaningful smile.
Before leaving for his meeting, Huang Junhao had sternly warned her to treat Jun Wangchen with two hundred percent respect. She had to please him by any means necessary. As long as he wanted it, even offering her body was acceptable.
Jun Wangchen waved his hands guiltily. "No, no need. Black tea tastes better."
"Of course. Please wait a moment, Mr. Chen." Du Lingfei immediately left the office and made a call.
Soon, a line of young women entered the office, each carrying a cup of black tea.
"Mr. Chen, please enjoy your tea!"
"So much pale, creamy black tea... pfft, I mean, so many large cups of black tea. What a waste." Jun Wangchen rubbed his nose