Chen Lin's once-gentle eyes were now as deep as a bottomless pool of icy water, with an apocalyptic storm brewing furiously in its depths.
You dared target my woman?
Killing intent surged through him, but he forcibly suppressed it.
He stood and instructed the two of them, "Don't mention what we just discussed to Qiu Ya. Not a single word."
"Understood, Chen Lin." Qin Chuxia nodded firmly.
Chen Lin forced down his towering rage, managed another smile, and turned toward the CEO's office.
As he pushed open the heavy frosted-glass door, all his coldness and killing intent vanished in an instant, replaced by boundless tenderness and longing.
Song Qiuya sat behind her spacious desk, her brows drawn tight as she stared at the densely packed data on her computer screen.
Her lovely, cool face bore traces of persistent exhaustion and frustration.
At the sound of the door opening, she instinctively looked up.
When she saw the figure she had missed so desperately standing in the doorway, she froze.
In that instant, all her exhaustion, frustration, and hurt seemed to find an outlet.
"Chen Lin!"
She cried out in delighted surprise, her eyes instantly reddening.
A moment later, she sprang from her chair without a second thought, rounded the broad desk, and flew straight into Chen Lin's arms like a streak of white lightning.
She held him tightly, as though she wanted to melt into him.
Feeling her trembling body in his arms and breathing in the familiar fragrance of her hair, Chen Lin's heart softened completely.
He said nothing, only tightened his arms and drew her closer.
Then he lowered his head and kissed the soft lips he had missed for so long.
The kiss brimmed with the intense love of a long-awaited reunion.
Song Qiuya responded hesitantly at first,