Fishing for Evidence Is Forbidden in the Office

#SC/HE/Older Man/Sweet-and-Sour Redemption Story#

#Gentle, Warm, Growth-Oriented Heroine vs. Two-Faced Daddy-Type Hero#

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Wen Tong first met Jiang Shaoting in the height of summer, as she was leaving Pingchuan.

Tall and graceful, he looked at her with a naturally appraising gaze, calm and deep.

He was a very handsome man. Wen Tong reached that conclusion almost without thinking.

He glanced at Wen Tong, standing there dumbly under the scorching sun, and asked politely, "Would you like me to give you a ride?"

Perhaps because he was older than her, his words carried an authority that left no room for argument.

Though it was the height of summer, he seemed to bring a storm with him.

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Had Wen Tong dreamed about Jiang Shaoting? In a romantic dream?

She jolted awake at her desk, her jacket slipping off her shoulder with the movement.

A black velvet suit jacket. His.

Wen Tong's mind went blank for a moment, and she recalled the dream at the most inappropriate time.

Why had he come to the brand department? She hadn't talked in her sleep, had she?

The suit jacket in her hands still held a trace of warmth. Wen Tong gulped down two glasses of ice water, and just as her senses were finally returning, her phone suddenly vibrated

"Can you come to my office?"

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A colleague reminded her to be careful with her wording when she went to give her report. President Jiang had been unpredictable lately.

Wen Tong felt guilty.

As she lingered outside the CEO's office, the secretary came out and nearly ran into her.

Behind the desk, Jiang Shaoting's eyes shifted. He looked at her pensively. "Come in."

The city lights flickered on and off. Reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window was a face, pale and delicate, with dewy almond eyes like lights in a rainy night, dazzling and hazy.

Jiang Shaoting reached around from behind and pulled Wen Tong in by the waist, then kissed her flushed cheek. His voice was cold and wicked.

"Tongtong and I have done this sort of thing again. What should we do?"

"Your blood holds no lover, spring, or moonlight; there isn't even enough bread, and you have even fewer friends."

"In the end, the gods of dusk carried me into the immortal sun.", Selected Poems of Haizi

Coming Soon: "Pathological Attachment"

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The torrential rain stopped at dawn. Rain trails, like slick spider silk, crept strand by strand across the floor-to-ceiling window.

In her sleep, Gu Wanzhou vaguely felt something cool brushing against the tip of her nose. She rubbed her eyes and slowly opened them.

It was his belt.

She pushed herself upright and came face-to-face with row after row of wooden figurines on the desk in front of her.

The half-dried vermilion paint looked thick and sticky at a glance.

Their hollow, blood-red eyes were fixed on her.

"When we're in bed, could you not call me by my brother's name?"

Gu Wanzhou couldn't remember whether she'd called out his name. She replied in a panic, "Sorry."

He curled his lips, picked up the shirt scattered on the floor, and teased, "Forget it. You've already said it, so let it be."

"Why should I care about a dead man?"

"By a sunken boat's side, a thousand sails pass by."

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