The City Hunter (Complete) - 5

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Chapter Thirty-Four: An Ambiguous Night

"Come on, dance with your older sister." He Li breathed hot air into Zhang Ziwen's ear. After speaking, she nestled
into his arms. Zhang Ziwen would never refuse He Li's request. He gently wrapped his arms around her soft
waist, and they merged into the dancing crowd.

"Do you know that woman?" He Li asked, her breath sweet and fragrant

, her arms around Zhang Ziwen's neck. "No." Zhang Ziwen smelled the fragrance of her breath.

"Liar! If you don't know her, why are you swooning over her?" "

..."

"Silence is an admission." "

If I don't know her, what am I admitting?"

"Tell me, is she prettier or is your older sister prettier?"

"You...you're prettier."

"Hmph, stuttering, no sincerity at all. But I'm in a good mood tonight, I'll let you off the hook for now."

He Li finished speaking, pressing her body against Zhang Ziwen's, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his face, seemingly as a reward.

Zhang Ziwen inwardly groaned. He Li's delicate body pressed tightly against his, and he could feel the fullness and
firmness of her breasts. His hands encircled her soft waist, and he could feel the smooth, delicate skin beneath the thin gauze. Even worse, there was the friction between
her legs , and the faint, almost imperceptible touch on her lower abdomen. Zhang Ziwen knew he was in trouble; he was having a physical
reaction. The more he tried to suppress it, the more he couldn't. He was already out of control, and the reaction was growing stronger.

Zhang Ziwen felt the same way, and He Li felt the same way. His large hands firmly encircled her waist, and
she could smell his masculine scent in her breath. The friction against her chest gave her an indescribable feeling. A jolt of electricity shot through her, and she could already
feel his shameful erection. He Li's heart raced, a blush creeping onto her pretty face. She whispered in her heart, "
This can't be!"

The wall lamp was dim, the music soothing and languid. In this ambiguous darkness, they struggled internally. Their
palms , were gripped by physical pleasure, making them tense and hesitant. They wanted to separate, but to hide their
embarrassment, they feigned restraint. Their grip on each other tightened and loosened.

Ziwen's palms were sweaty, his hands trembling slightly. The touch between He Li's legs made him tense and excited,
his manhood stubbornly erect. Embarrassment and stimulation... Suddenly, someone behind him accidentally bumped into him.
Caught off guard, his lower abdomen inevitably pressed against hers. This wasn't a light touch; Zhang Ziwen 's lower
body pressed firmly against He Li's soft lower abdomen. Zhang Ziwen inwardly cursed, thinking, "This is killing me!"

He Li, caught off guard by this sudden attack, let out a soft cry. She strongly felt Zhang Ziwen
's hardness in her lower body. The instant contact, the clear, electric-like sensation, made her body go weak.
Her arms involuntarily tightened around Zhang Ziwen's neck

. He Li blushed and muttered to herself, "That brat has really grown up. I should find him..." " You dare to mess with me when I have a girlfriend
? Humph!"

Although she knew Zhang Ziwen didn't mean it, the embarrassing touch still made He Li slightly annoyed.

The BMW slowly came to a stop in the parking lot. Zhang Ziwen unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to look at He
Li, who looked like a sleeping beauty. She was drunk. As soon as the awkward dance ended, He Li pushed him away like a startled rabbit. What followed was
unrestrained drinking. It's not the wine that makes people drunk, but the person. Perhaps only drunkenness could cover up the awkwardness between the two of them

. Zhang Ziwen sighed softly. An extremely beautiful and sexy woman, her mature body pressed tightly against
him, and he was at the age where he was easily impulsive. Who could he blame?

He turned on the bedroom light. The pink-toned room was filled with the woman's fragrance. Zhang Ziwen
gently placed He Li, whom he was holding, on the messy bed. He lifted the quilt, and several transparent and sexy underwear were clearly visible. They had been hidden under
the quilt. Zhang Ziwen gently shook his head and reached out to put the few tempting little things on the bedside
table .

He Li, dressed in an evening gown, lay on the bed, her high breasts rising and falling with her breath. The side slit of her long dress
indecently revealed her slender, silk-stockinged
legs

. Her beautiful face was flushed, her eyes slightly closed, her sleeping posture alluring, instantly arousing desire in anyone who looked at her. Zhang Ziwen took a few deep breaths, shook his head, and forcefully suppressed the fire in his lower abdomen. He
knelt down beside her feet and removed her high heels. Good heavens, what beautiful feet! Thin, flesh-colored stockings tightly hugged her
rounded ankles, her pearly, jade-like toes alluringly peeking out from within. Her calves were plump and shapely, their long, graceful
curves extending all the way to her full... Zhang Ziwen was on the verge of collapse from the sight of He Li's thighs

. Every part of He Li's body exuded an alluring aura, and the intense
sensory stimulation made his lower body about to explode. He was a normal man, and a wicked thought arose in his mind. His
trembling hand reached towards He Li's thighs, and his hand gently lifted the slit of her skirt and pantyhose, revealing her transparent panties.

"Mmm, you brat!"

He Li's soft moan startled Zhang Ziwen so much that he fell to the ground, his heart
pounding He thought to himself, "Oh no, I've been discovered." He had witnessed He Li's power before. This was bad. Zhang Ziwen closed his eyes, waiting
for the storm to come , but

nothing happened. After a while, hearing no movement from He Li, Zhang Ziwen opened his eyes. He Li was still sleeping soundly
in bed, only in a different position, her supine body turned inwards, her full buttocks outlining a rounded curve.
Zhang Ziwen's lust vanished at that moment. Trembling, he got up and cautiously peeked. The sleeping beauty's eyes were closed;
it was just He Li talking in her sleep. Zhang Ziwen breathed a long sigh of relief. Now that
his for having such improper thoughts about his cousin. She had always been good to him, and although she often scolded him, it was
because she cared about his performance. How could he have treated her like this? Full of regret, Zhang Ziwen wanted to slap himself. After
showering

, Zhang Ziwen, wearing only his underwear and a thin towel, lay on the sofa in the living room,
staring fixedly at the ceiling. The scene of dancing with He Li flashed through his mind. His shameful state down there—she must have felt it the moment they touched
. Too much had happened between them tonight, too much stimulation.
How ? Zhang Ziwen felt uneasy, yet also somewhat savoring that strange and exciting moment

. In his hazy state, he seemed to see a beautiful woman moving in front of him—a naked woman, her features indistinct,
her alluring charm boundless.

The pain in his ear jolted Zhang Ziwen awake. The familiar pain, the familiar technique—
who else but the shrewish He Li could do such a thing? His dream shattered at the crucial moment. Zhang Ziwen opened his groggy eyes, and what he saw was
He Li's beautiful yet fierce face.

"Sleeping like a pig! What time is it? Get up now!"

"What time is it, sis?"

"What time is it? It's past 10 o'clock. What are you dawdling for? We have to open the shop after breakfast."

"Let me sleep a little longer, I'm sleepy and I won't eat

." "You're going to rebel, aren't you?" He Li tightened her grip and twisted her ear, yelling ,
"I told you not to get up!"

Zhang Ziwen cried out in pain, all sleepiness gone. It hurt, so he quickly sat up. If he didn't get up, the consequences would be even more serious;
He Li's grip was ruthless.

A man just waking up in the morning naturally experiences physiological reactions. Zhang Ziwen, wearing only a pair of briefs,
had his private parts prominently displayed, making it difficult for He Li to ignore them. This unsightly sight
caused He Li's pretty face to flush red, and she inwardly cursed him. "This rascal!" she thought

. "Women's blushing is the most alluring, especially beautiful women." Zhang Ziwen, captivated by He Li's charmingly shy
appearance sniffed a few times. When he realized why He Li was blushing,
he hurriedly grabbed a towel to cover his embarrassingly exposed private parts. After a flurry of activity and a rather disheveled

breakfast, Zhang Ziwen wanted to slip away, but now... Zhang Ziwen felt more guilty around He Li than before. Besides almost
making , He Li's beautiful and sexy charm was also making him secretly unable to resist. Besides being his cousin, He Li now
held a new meaning in his mind: a beautiful and mature woman. When he was with He Li, his eyes would
involuntarily scan her curves. He Li caught him of this thieving gaze several times, and her
coquettish antics made his heart race. He received a few glares and his ears suffered, but even that didn't stop
his voyeuristic desires. Zhang Ziwen sighed inwardly, this was no place for a human being; if this continued, he would go crazy.

Seeing his unease, He Li assumed the sexy lingerie in the store made him uncomfortable. Coupled with his seemingly casual
glances constantly lingering on her, and recalling the fleeting thrill of last night, shame and embarrassment made her blush and feign a
fierce expression, telling him to get lost.

Chapter Thirty-Five: The Commuters

Early morning, golden sunlight bathed the earth, and the city's tranquility was quickly broken as more and more people arrived.
Commuters to their jobs, and bus stops and subway stations were bustling with activity
. Cars rolled along the wide roads, creating a chaotic and noisy scene. The fresh morning air of the city was completely lost in this clamor.

In the corridor below the Yinmao Tower, Zhang Ziwen leaned against a wall, smoking a cigarette. He had
half . He had gotten up very early today. People from the military never had the habit of being late, especially not this
former elite soldier. Zhang Ziwen arrived at the Haidong Development Zone an hour early. After breakfast, he
strolled , but even now, time seemed to be passing too slowly. His first day at work, the completely new
environment made Zhang Ziwen feel a little nervous, a little apprehensive, and a little excited, because he knew that a new life
might begin here. It was

almost time. Just as Zhang Ziwen was about to enter the building, someone gently tapped his shoulder
.

"Hi, good morning." It was Xu Ying, who greeted him with a smile. "You're here quite early."

"Good morning, I just got here too."

"Come on in, let's go in together, we work on the same floor."

"Really? That's great, I was just wondering where I was, and here comes the light."

"Hehe, I didn't know you were so funny."

Zhang Ziwen and Xu Ying seemed like old friends, chatting as they walked into the elevator. Zhang Ziwen was
a little puzzled; why was he talking to Xu Ying so casually, so relaxed? It was really strange.

The elevator reached the 22nd floor, and Xu Ying led Zhang Ziwen directly to the Human Resources office, gave him
a few more then turned to leave.

Zhang Ziwen knocked lightly on the door, and only went in after hearing a "Come in."

The middle-aged woman who had interviewed him that day was sitting at her desk on the phone. Seeing him come in, she waved for him to
sit down.

Zhang Ziwen glanced around the office; the furnishings were simple and clean, suggesting the office
owner was a very capable person. He looked at the glass nameplate on the desk: Wang Qin, Director of Human Resources—
that must be the name of this middle-aged woman.

After a long pause, Director Wang finally finished her phone call, glanced at Zhang Ziwen, and got straight to the point: "Mr. Zhang,
I believe our company's clerk already knew you passed the interview when they notified you to start work. The clerical job
is now yours."

Zhang Ziwen nodded to indicate he understood.

"Alright, now I'll tell you about the salary and benefits, and the basic responsibilities of this position. I'll only say it once,
so I hope you'll listen carefully."

Zhang Ziwen nodded again, feeling that Director Wang was straightforward and didn't waste any words.

"The office clerk has a three-month probationary period with a monthly salary of 1800. If you perform well after the probationary period, you will be formally
hired, and your monthly salary will increase by 30%. We will also provide you with social security benefits as stipulated by policy. Working hours are from
9:00 AM to 5:00 PM, with a one-hour lunch break. Saturdays and Sundays are off. Overtime
will be compensated according to company regulations." After explaining the position, salary, and working hours, Director Wang asked Zhang Ziwen,
"That's the salary. Mr. Zhang, if you have any opinions or requests, please raise them now." Zhang Ziwen shook his head and said,

"No objections, just follow company rules." Director Wang nodded and continued, "Since there are no problems, I will now tell you the work location and job responsibilities. You are currently in the Advertising Planning Department. Your main responsibilities include document photocopying, typing , table creation, document delivery, receiving and sending faxes, and answering phones. Any other arrangements within the Advertising Planning Department will be handled by your department manager. Do you understand these job responsibilities?" "Understood. My main responsibilities include document photocopying, typing, table creation, data transmission, faxing, answering phones , and following other work assignments from the department manager." Zhang Ziwen recounted his main duties verbatim. As a specially trained military elite, his memory was exceptional; even if given hundreds more instructions, he could recite them flawlessly . Director Wang gave him a deep look, a hint of approval in his eyes, and nodded in satisfaction. He secretly wondered if this clerical position was beneath him; Zhang Ziwen didn't seem suited for such a dead-end job. Director Wang then made a phone call, seemingly to summon the advertising planning department manager to his office. After hanging up, he asked Zhang Ziwen about his background and hobbies. A short while later, there was a knock at the door. Before Director Wang could speak, the person who knocked entered.

A middle-aged man, around 40 years old, short and a bit overweight, with narrow, squinty eyes and a bulbous nose, entered.
He , especially his small eyes, which gave off a cheerful
feeling even when he wasn't smiling.

Zhang Ziwen guessed this man was his future boss and stood up from his seat, waiting for Director Wang to introduce him.

"Come, let me introduce you. This is Yan He, Manager Yan, from the Advertising Planning Department," Director Wang
said to Zhang Ziwen. "Manager Yan will be your direct supervisor from now on."

Zhang Ziwen nodded politely. "Hello, Manager Yan. I'm Zhang Ziwen, the new office clerk. I hope you'll guide me
in the future ."

A look of surprise flashed across Yan He's eyes. He clearly didn't look like someone who did
office work . This job had absolutely no future in this group company. Several groups of people had already left the office clerk position, all of them
women. Otherwise, Zhang Ziwen wouldn't have been so "lucky" to get this job that seemed more suited to women.

"Hehe," Yan He chuckled, "Zhang Ziwen, not a bad name. I wouldn't call it guidance, just do a good job in the future
." Then he said to Director Wang, "Director Wang, I'll take him back to the department first."

"Go ahead, remember to close the door behind you." Director Wang nodded.

The Advertising Planning Department was on the 25th floor. Yan He led Zhang Ziwen up the stairs. Yan He probably didn't exercise much,
and even just walking up two floors left him a little out of breath, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

The Advertising Planning Department seemed quite large, occupying the entire 25th floor. It was further divided into several departments, including
Design , Imaging, Media, Production, Research, Database, Materials, and Customer Service. However,
for the Xin'ao Group, the organization wasn't considered particularly large.

Entering Yan He's manager's office, the office was quite spacious, but it gave off a very messy feeling. The desk
was piled with various things, and there were papers on the floor. Yan He didn't seem to be a very tidy person.

Yan He gestured for Zhang Ziwen to sit in the chair in front of his desk, then pressed
a number on the phone. A woman's seductive voice came through: "Hello, Advertising Strategist."

"Li Yan, come to the manager's office," Yan He interrupted.

"Yes, Manager Yan," the other party replied, hanging up.

A few seconds later, a woman entered the manager's office. She was around 25 years old, dressed in a well-fitting business suit, and quite
pretty , but her large, watery eyes gave off a foxy vibe. When she saw
Zhang Ziwen sitting there, a glint of light flashed in her eyes. Zhang Ziwen caught her gaze and
felt a little smug; after all, he was a handsome guy.

"Li Yan, this is our new colleague, Zhang Ziwen. He'll mainly do clerical work, and he'll be working with you from now on.
You're a senior employee, so please teach the new guy."

Yan He then introduced Zhang Ziwen to Li Yan, saying, "This is Li Yan, the assistant clerk in this department. If you have
any questions, just ask her. Follow Li Yan's instructions for your daily work."

After the introduction, Yan He instructed Li Yan to take Zhang Ziwen to familiarize himself with the department environment, explain his specific tasks, and
arrange his workspace. He then encouraged Zhang Ziwen, telling him to work hard and strive for a
permanent

Li Yan led Zhang Ziwen to an office with several filing cabinets, a fax machine, a copier, and other
office supplies. There were also two desks, one slightly larger and very tidy, with a computer,
a small decorative potted plant, and several exquisite photo frames. The desk had a strong feminine scent, and it was obvious that the person sitting at the desk
was Li Yan.

Li Yan pointed to the smaller desk and said, "You'll be using this desk from now on. Tidy it up first, and
then I'll take you on a tour of the various departments to familiarize yourself with their layouts." Her voice was sweet and alluring.

Chapter Thirty-Six: Unexpected, Too Many Unexpected Events.

Zhang Ziwen nodded and sat down in his assigned seat. This would be his office from now on.
Looking at the slightly messy office supplies and the somewhat worn computer on the desk, Zhang Ziwen let out a soft sigh of relief. After

Zhang Ziwen finished tidying up his desk, Li Yan took him on a tour of the 25th floor,
showing . For those in charge who were present, Li Yan gave a brief introduction; for those who weren't, she would introduce them at a later opportunity.

When the officials saw that the person in charge of internal affairs was a rather handsome man, their eyes all revealed
strange expressions. Without a doubt, they were thinking he had no future. Zhang Ziwen
, however, was used to this and didn't react much. He memorized the names of each official, roughly assessing their temperaments and personalities. Years of military service
had instilled in him this habit: analyze the enemy, then deliver the final blow, only slightly modifying the method—
the method to ensure the enemy's demise was to cultivate good relations.

It took him quite some time to tour all the departments, getting familiar with the basic situation. Back in his office
, Zhang Ziwen turned on his computer, checked the system, and ran a virus scan. His skillful
operation piqued Li Yan's interest.

"Hey, Zhang Wen."

"Zhang Ziwen."

"Yes, Zhang Ziwen. You seem quite adept at computers. Can you check if my computer is infected?
It keeps crashing whenever I open the browser these past few days."

"Let me take a look." Zhang Ziwen walked to her desk and turned on her computer.

First, a virus scan revealed dozens of unknown viruses hiding on the C drive. These viruses were all linked to the browser. He
cleared the browser history and then opened IE, but dozens of website directories remained. Clicking on one caused the screen
to flash wildly, and numerous windows popped up, the number continuously increasing until the display bar instantly reached
108.

"Yes, that's it!" Li Yan exclaimed, leaning closer to the computer. "These can't be deleted at all;
the numbers increase with every touch. I'm afraid to click."

Zhang Ziwen smelled the perfume emanating from her—he didn't know the brand, but it was strong and fragrant.
He sniffed, his hands moving swiftly across the keyboard. A window popped up, but the numbers didn't change.

"Amazing!" Li Yan hadn't finished speaking when the image on the screen immediately stopped her from speaking. Both of them
were stunned. The office fell silent, the air seemed to stand still, and only their heartbeats could be heard. The rapidly

flashing image was a modern erotic picture. The actress in the picture was posing in an exaggerated way, her seductive
figure straddling a man. The intimate parts of her body were indecently presented to their eyes,
clear , too clear, every detail was clearly visible, a top-quality erotic image that was fiery, alluring, blood-pumping, and tempting to commit crimes.

"Turn it off quickly!" Li Yan was the first to react, exclaiming sweetly.

Zhang Ziwen was usually oblivious to these kinds of pictures, especially men his age; they
often felt a desire to keep looking at them—they were too tempting.

Reminded by Li Yan's exclamation, Zhang Ziwen cursed inwardly, "Damn it, how could it be this?" He frantically
tried to close the window, but instead of closing it, windows popped up one after another, like a slideshow. One after another,
provocative erotic images appeared rhythmically and orderly, quickly exceeding 30 images in a flash. The poses were varied and numerous, yet
all incredibly clear. The number 108 was counting down.

Zhang Ziwen, sensing trouble, quickly bent down and pressed the power button on the computer under his desk. The screen flashed
black, and Zhang Ziwen breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, he was quick enough; otherwise, he would have mastered all 108 moves.

A deathly silence fell over the office. The two stared at each other, utterly embarrassed. This young couple
had inadvertently learned a lesson in physiology. Li Yan's charming face remained flushed for a long time. Her lips moved, as if she wanted to say something
but didn't know how to speak, looking as if her privacy had been violated.

Zhang Ziwen, seeing her expression, guessed she wanted to explain something and chuckled inwardly. What was there to explain? It was
obvious that she'd gotten this computer from browsing pornographic websites. Who knew this girl had such
a taste? Zhang Ziwen found the situation absurd, even a bit funny.

The office was somewhat oppressive. With the pornographic images gone, Zhang Ziwen's mind cleared a bit. He
knew he couldn't remain oblivious any longer, so he mustered his courage to break the silence. He asked Li Yan if there was any important data on the computer and
asked for some software. Besides reinstalling the system, he couldn't think of any other good solution.

Reinstalling the system would take time. The two sat at the desk in silence, their eyes fixed on the lifeless
computer screen. They probably had no interest in the percentages displayed, each lost in their own thoughts.
"

Zhang Ziwen." A voice from outside the door broke the awkward silence between the two.

Zhang Ziwen looked up and saw Xu Ying standing at the office door. His first thought was, "
Perfect !" So he stood up, walked over, and asked with a smile, "Did you need something?"

"Nothing, it's lunchtime. I came up to call you for lunch." Xu Ying's face flushed slightly without her noticing
.

Zhang Ziwen checked his watch. Sure enough, it was already past 12 o'clock. The morning had gone by so quickly. Zhang Ziwen
turned to Li Yan with a questioning look, as if to say, "Can I leave now?

" Li Yan had already recovered and stood up, saying, "Go ahead. Lunch is an hour long.
Just remember to be back in the office before 1 p.m."

After saying that, she gave Xu Ying a watery, alluring look, wondering how Xu Ying knew him.

The restaurant was on the sixth floor, spacious and bright, with rows of tables and chairs neatly arranged in the hall. The aroma of food
wafted throughout the large restaurant. Most of the employees of Xin'ao Group ate here. At this time, quite a few employees had gathered
here. There were many people, but it wasn't noisy.

Zhang Ziwen looked like a complete novice as he entered the restaurant, completely at a loss. Luckily, Xu
Ying was there to guide him, bustling around and taking care of everything for him. She fetched plates and spoons for him, then led him
to the long table where dozens of different dishes were laid out. He simply carried his plate and followed Xu
Ying, pointing to whatever he wanted, and the chef would serve it to him. Xu Ying swiped
his card for him, doing so naturally, and Zhang Ziwen accepted it without hesitation. Everything seemed perfectly natural.

The two chose an empty table by the window and sat facing each other. Zhang Ziwen thanked her a few times and then asked
where he could buy a meal card. Xu Ying readily handed him the card, telling him there was still over 200 yuan
left on it, and that she would buy him more later.

Zhang Ziwen took the meal card and pulled out his wallet to pay Xu Ying, but Xu Ying playfully complained. In the end
, she accepted 200 yuan at Zhang Ziwen's insistence, leaving a few dozen yuan on the card for him to treat.
This refusal made Zhang Ziwen think to himself, "This girl is a true friend."

In less than 10 minutes, their plates were spotless. This was a fine
tradition : eating incredibly fast, wolfing down their food in no time, leaving not
a single grain of rice uneaten.

Zhang Ziwen's eating habits made Xu Ying's eyes widen, as if she'd seen an alien. The man in front of her
seemed refined; how could his eating habits be so unsightly? Her plate was barely touched, while his was empty.

Seeing Xu Ying's surprised look, Zhang Ziwen realized he had eaten a little too quickly.
He smiled apologetically at her, stood up, walked to the nearby vending machine, bought two glasses of juice, and returned to his seat to hand
the drinks to Xu Ying's plate. Zhang Ziwen's gentlemanly manners instantly masked his impolite eating habits and earned him
a sweet smile from Xu Ying.

After confirming that smoking was allowed in the restaurant, Zhang Ziwen took out his cigarette case, lit one, took a deep drag, and exhaled two or
three brilliant smoke rings. He then comfortably leaned back in his chair, enjoying the extremely pleasant feeling of a post-meal smoke.
As he exhaled another smoke ring, his lips formed an "o" shape. "The shape could no longer be closed, frozen in time.

Through the lingering smoke rings, a pretty figure and an incomparably beautiful face appeared at
the other end of the smoke rings, at the entrance of the restaurant. Although the distance was still far, Zhang Ziwen still recognized the woman who was walking in from the restaurant
entrance . She was a young and beautiful woman, wearing a well-fitting moon-white suit. She was graceful and
beautiful. Could

it be that evil? Is this world really that small?" Zhang Ziwen sighed inwardly. He never
imagined he'd see the woman he hated so much here

. Chapter Thirty-Seven: So Annoying!

The beautiful woman was accompanied by a man who appeared to be in his early thirties. He was tall, handsome, and
dashing , with impeccable manners and a first-rate charisma. A mature and masculine man, a perfect match for a beautiful woman.
Their entrance into the restaurant was impossible to miss; many eyes were fixed on the couple, filled with envy, admiration, and
jealousy. The couple seemed accustomed to the attention, remaining composed as
they walked directly towards the glass-enclosed rooms at the back of the restaurant. These large restaurants had eight glass-enclosed rooms, reserved for the company's senior management.
Those who could dine there represented status and prestige.

The aisle next to Zhang Ziwen's seat was the only way to reach the glass-enclosed room. Zhang Ziwen inwardly cursed his bad luck.
Why did he choose this seat? It's too late to regret it now; that perfect couple is getting closer and closer.

Zhang Ziwen rested his chin on one hand, turning his face to one side, pretending to admire the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
He thought to himself , "This girl is ruthless; I hope she doesn't recognize me.

" Before they even got close, a fragrant breeze wafted over. Zhang Ziwen caught a whiff of their alluring scent, and
as he habitually sniffed, his heart pounded. He was nervous; for some reason, he was incredibly nervous.

As the beautiful woman passed by Zhang Ziwen, she glanced at him casually. A thought struck her, and she let out
a slowing her pace. The sound wasn't loud, but Zhang Ziwen, with his excellent hearing, inwardly groaned, "Damn it, no way,
they can recognize me like this?

" The handsome man beside her, seeing the woman slow down, gently asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," the woman said, shaking her head slightly, and continued walking. After a few steps, she couldn't help
but glance back at Zhang Ziwen's back.

The fragrant breeze had faded, and the perfect couple had already entered the glass room. Zhang Ziwen was drenched in cold sweat; the crisis was over.
He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking how close he'd come to disaster, but a little shaken. That girl's eyes were incredibly sharp!

"Brother Ziwen," Xu Ying noticed his unusual expression and asked with concern, "Are you feeling unwell?
You look ." Xu Ying's "Brother Ziwen" sounded very natural.

Zhang Ziwen exhaled and smiled to hide his discomfort. "It's nothing, just a bit stuffy in here."

Xu Ying looked around; the air conditioning was working, the ventilation was good, and she felt fine, but a slight
unease .

"By the way, what kind of people usually go into that glass room?" Zhang Ziwen asked casually. He needed to
understand the situation before making any decisions—a necessary quality for a soldier.

"You're asking about that? That's where the group's senior management dine."

"Really? Those two who went in just now looked quite young, were they also senior executives?"

"Yes, don't underestimate them. Take the man, for example, President Fan Lihua. He's not only the executive vice president of
the group , but also one of the shareholders." Women always prioritize handsome men,
and Xu Ying was no exception. However, Zhang Ziwen wasn't interested in the handsome man; he was more interested in the woman's background.

"And the woman? Is she some kind of president?" Zhang Ziwen asked, hoping she had
nothing to do with the company and was just there to have dinner with some president, or even just with her boyfriend.

"You mean Mu Qing?" Xu Ying said enviously, "She's amazing. She just returned from abroad and
is now the general manager of the foreign investment department, and also one of the shareholders. The chairman of this group is her father."

Damn, that's exaggerated? Zhang Ziwen felt a sense of despair. What he feared most was exactly what happened. His last shred
of hope shattered. Was this company still a place he could work for? Not only were they in the same company, but they weren't even
at the same level—the difference was like night and day. Zhang Ziwen was utterly dejected, his face practically contorted with bitterness.

Seeing Zhang Ziwen's miserable expression, Xu Ying's eyes lit up. She asked, "Brother Ziwen, you don't actually like President Mu, do you?
She's President Fan's fiancée."

Xu Ying clearly misunderstood. She assumed Zhang Ziwen was like the other men in the company who secretly admired Mu Qing—
who wouldn't like a beautiful woman? Especially a beauty like Mu Qing, with a powerful family background, but whose own qualities could
n't compare, not even worthy of approaching her. Zhang Ziwen's miserable face was perfectly normal.

Like her? Good heavens, that unreasonable, domineering girl? Wouldn't that kill me? I'd avoid her like the plague, and you think I like her?
She's crazy, Zhang Ziwen thought, finding Xu Ying's question incredibly tactless.

"Her? No interest, not interested at all." Zhang Ziwen felt a surge of annoyance, trying to control his
emotions , and bluntly threw out the reply.

Xu Ying found it quite satisfying to hear this. Finally, she heard someone say they didn't like the beautiful Mu Qing.
Disliking such a beautiful woman? Wasn't that absurd? However, Xu Ying was
too . Envy of Mu Qing was one thing, but jealousy was also normal.

Women do eat slowly; it took Xu Ying a full half hour. Watching Xu Ying's deliberate and refined eating,
Zhang Ziwen felt anxious and wished he could snatch her plate and finish it for her

. Back in his office, he glanced at his watch. Thankfully, it was still one minute to 1 PM. Being late on his first day of work would be
bad . Li Yan wasn't in the office. He looked at the computer on her desk; the system was installed,
restarted, and everything was back to normal. She had also installed antivirus and office software. Having finished,
Li Yan came in.

Seeing her, Zhang Ziwen stood up and said, "Assistant Li, the computer is reinstalled. If you need
anything , just let me know, and I'll install it for you." He then returned to his desk.

"Oh, all done, thank you." Li Yan sat down at the computer, glanced at it, and looked up, saying, "Could you
install a few more things for me?"

"No problem, what else?" "

Um, a media player, the kind that lets me listen to music and watch movies. Oh, and QQ and video streaming, please install
those too. I'll let you know when I think of something else."

Zhang Ziwen readily agreed. She was his direct supervisor now, and making a good impression would help him
get promoted
. He was an experienced veteran at navigating the three survival skills of superiors, subordinates, and cultivating relationships.

Li Yan was quite satisfied with Zhang Ziwen's performance. While he was installing these gadgets, Li Yan's
flirtatious eyes kept glancing at his face. Clearly, she had moved past the shadow of that pornographic image, and her charm and
confidence returned to her.

Everything was settled quickly. Zhang Ziwen returned to his seat. With nothing else to do, he opened his browser
and accessed the company's website to learn about the company's basic information. Li Yan, however,
asked him to open QQ and gave him her QQ number, asking him to add her as a friend. Zhang Ziwen had
a QQ account from his time in the army, but after returning to Zhonghai, he spent all his time with Hai Dafu and his buddies and hadn't had much time
online. Luckily, he had a good memory; after a quick recall, he logged in. As soon as he added her as a friend, Li Yan's
beautiful profile picture lit up. Her name was quite amusing: "Xiangxiang" (Fragrant), implying a certain allure, as if one could smell her
rich fragrance.

Online communication easily bridges the gap. Initially, they exchanged polite greetings, but within a few sentences, they were already flirting about
handsome men and beautiful women. As long as Zhang Ziwen wasn't interacting with a beautiful woman face-to-face, he was perfectly comfortable in the virtual world of QQ.
Absolutely quick-witted, he was witty and humorous, making Li Yan flash QQ emoticons in the chat box,
even adding a few red hearts at the end, a very flirtatious gesture.

The entire afternoon, aside from answering a few minor phone calls and photocopying some documents to deliver to several
departments , the two spent the whole afternoon chatting on QQ until 5 PM. It was almost time to leave work. This job was so easy and comfortable. Zhang Ziwen felt
very lucky. Not only had he found this extremely comfortable job, but he had also met a beautiful boss. Playing on QQ during work
hours was a waste. Without Li Yan, this charming boss

, how could he manage? The bus slowly moved through the traffic. During rush hour, it was impossible to avoid traffic jams. Even with dedicated bus
lanes, it was useless; there were always some drivers with too much money to care about, unafraid of fines, who would block the lanes. Zhang Ziwen leaned back in his seat,
numbly watching the cars passing by outside the window. The air, thick with the smell of gasoline fumes, was dirty and murky. Zhang

Ziwen sighed slightly, closed his eyes, and the scene of his first day at work flashed through his mind: the quiet
Xu Ying, the capable Director Wang, the slightly kidney-deficient Manager Yan, the seductive Li Yan, the department
head , and the computer screen... Images, flirtatious messages on QQ, and a relaxed work life flashed through
Zhang Ziwen's . Finally, he deliberately skipped over the beautiful faces he didn't want to see,
the stunningly beautiful faces that made his heart flutter .

Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Shadow in His Heart.

His nine-to-five job was peaceful and stable. The workload at the company wasn't heavy, and in his spare time,
he either flirted with his charming boss, Li Yan, on QQ or chatted with Xu Ying, who came to his door. The two beauties
were like a revolving lantern, constantly flashing before his eyes.

Every day at the company was blissful and fulfilling. Zhang Ziwen deeply loved this seemingly hopeless job. He
didn't ask for much , just a sense of accomplishment, not wanting to drift aimlessly through life. At least he had a job;
to put it nicely, he was practically a working professional, able to squeeze onto the bus with other commuters in the morning,
rushing around like everyone else. This feeling, for someone who had been unemployed for so long, was wonderful, joyful, and even a little
proud. This joyful emotion carried over directly to his work, with predictable results.

Zhang Ziwen, already good-looking, always had a smile on his face. That extremely friendly smile, combined with his
well-defined features, had an indescribable charm. In a short
time, all the colleagues in the advertising department had a deep impression of the cheerful Zhang Ziwen. Even the department heads who were somewhat disdainful of him
changed their opinions of him. To be able to do such a job with no future so well, what more could be said?

Diligent, hardworking, enthusiastic, and always available, Zhang Ziwen could always appear in
front of you in the first instance whenever you needed him, and would do the tasks assigned to him perfectly and efficiently. Not only that, if he saw that
the trash cans in other departments were full, he would take them out to empty them. If you were too busy to even pour yourself a cup of coffee
, with just a glance, Zhang Ziwen would immediately place a steaming cup of coffee in front of you. Everything was
so casual, so natural, without any affectation.

This seemingly trivial detail quickly won over the entire advertising department. Everyone from top to bottom praised him highly.
The clerical position seemed tailor-made for him; he was the perfect fit. This was the consensus in the advertising department. More
importantly, his work posed no threat to anyone else in the department; his chances of promotion
were extremely slim , and no one was competing for his job. It was believed that after the three-month probation period, barring any unforeseen circumstances, he could
continue to work happily. This was exactly what Zhang Ziwen wanted. His salary would increase, although not by much,
at least he would have a stable income, and his wallet would be a little fuller.

In just one week… During this period, Zhang Ziwen became a household name in the entire advertising department. Although his position was low, his reputation
was huge, especially his handsome appearance, friendly and charming smile, and very masculine temperament. Everything about him
had become the topic of conversation among the many women in the advertising department. He was good-looking, approachable, and had no
glamorous background or terrifying connections. For some unmarried women with average conditions and low demands,
Zhang Ziwen was obviously the most ideal lover. Moreover, getting close to him was very easy. With a little bit of personal favors,
he could have him appear in front of them. However, it also made Zhang Ziwen's workload double for no reason.

Zhang Ziwen didn't complain about these inexplicable little things. Whenever it was for work, he
would appear before these women. Unfortunately, while they saw him, aside from some superficial work-related exchanges,
it seemed impossible to gain anything further or build a closer relationship with him. Aside from his irresistibly charming
smile, they got nothing. This left these older, unmarried women feeling itchy, yet unable to find a good
way to seduce him. Zhang Ziwen gained even more mystery in their eyes.

Women's curiosity can create miracles. Gradually, more and more women became interested in Zhang Ziwen, and the interest
spread from the advertising department to other departments. Soon, many women in various departments knew about this
young, handsome man who did a job with little future prospects and was very easy to talk to. It's safe to say that in
their private votes, Zhang Ziwen was undoubtedly the most popular and handsome man of the year.

Lunchtime was Zhang Ziwen's biggest headache. He dreaded running into the domineering Mu Qing. He wanted to
go later, but time didn't allow it. Besides, Xu Ying would show up promptly at noon, inviting him to
the restaurant Her enthusiasm and friendliness made it impossible for him to refuse. This troubled Zhang Ziwen for several days.

Zhang Ziwen decided to be careful and refuse to sit by the window, staying far away from the path leading to the glass room
. He tried to find inconspicuous spots, which annoyed Xu Ying. Having
lunch with Zhang Ziwen every day was a source of pride. He was now the ideal lover for the single women of the New Australia Group. Every time she
appeared at the restaurant with Zhang Ziwen, it attracted envious glances from many women. Xu Ying was feeling quite proud these days
and naturally didn't want to sit in any dark corner.

Zhang Ziwen's meals had been uneventful for the past few days. Mu Qing always went directly into the glass
room with that General Manager Fan, and with his deliberate avoidance, he hadn't attracted Mu Qing's attention.

However, things have been a bit strange in the last two days. The corner where Zhang Ziwen usually sits for meals has become lively. There are hardly any empty seats
nearby , and most of them are occupied by women. In addition, some male employees who have women they like
sitting there also join in the fun. The central area of the hall has become rather deserted, and even the most
sought-after window seats are not occupied by many people.

This unusual behavior inevitably caught Mu Qing's attention. Besides yesterday,
today, as soon as she entered the restaurant, she glanced at Zhang Ziwen's seat twice. Zhang Ziwen dared not meet her gaze.
As soon as her eyes met his, he hurriedly buried his head and pretended to eat. His attempt to cover up his actions only made Mu Qing suspicious. Her gaze
lingered on his deliberately concealed body for a few more seconds, which truly made Zhang Ziwen's heart skip a beat. He was puzzled.
His hiding tricks seemed to be ineffective in front of beautiful women. This was something that would never
have happened . Could it be that it really didn't work on beautiful women?

When Zhang Ziwen returned to his office, he was still a little scared. If things continued like this, Mu Qing would
find out . He seemed happy at work these past two days, and things were going smoothly, but he had a nagging worry: he was afraid that Mu
Qing would recognize him. Mu Qing's face kept appearing in his mind these past few days,
haunting him life. He was
truly afraid of

Mu Qing. The beautiful woman who appeared in the restaurant, the arrogant woman who made him get slapped for nothing and he couldn't do anything about it
, the scene of losing face at the lingerie store—all of these images jumped back into Zhang Ziwen's mind. He could almost
feel the burning sensation on his face. Fate was cruel; such coincidences were happening all the time. Zhang Ziwen shook his head with a bitter smile,
hoping that he would never run into her at the company again and that she wouldn't recognize him. But was that even possible?

The phone on his desk rang. Zhang Ziwen listlessly picked it up. It was Li Yan calling.

"Hey Ziwen?"

"Is there something you need, Sister Li?" After a week of pleasant interaction, their way of addressing each other had become a bit intimate. Li Yan was two years older than
Zhang Ziwen , and the title "Sister Li" was something she insisted on.

"There's an advertising budget report in the drawer on the right side of my desk. Could you take it to the investment department and give it to
a manager named Chen Dong?"

"Where? The investment department?" Zhang Ziwen was taken aback. Now, his heart
would .

" "Yes, don't tell me you haven't found it after all this time. The manager's office is on the 33rd floor."

"I know." Of course, Zhang Ziwen knew the location of the investment department. Ever since he discovered the enemy's presence, he
had thoroughly studied the investment department on the company's internal website.

"Okay, take the report there as soon as you find it. Don't delay. The advertising department is waiting for budget approval. Remember,
it's the domestic investment department, don't get it wrong."

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Ziwen let out a long sigh. What he feared most had come to pass. There was no escaping it now
. He could only pray that he wouldn't run into that nemesis in the investment department.

The investment department occupies two floors. The first floor is divided into the domestic and overseas departments, both on the 33rd floor.
The general manager's office is on the 34th floor, along with the finance and financing departments.

The elevator doors opened, and Zhang Ziwen cautiously peeked out, glancing left and right. Seeing no
danger , he stepped out. Luckily, the general manager's office wasn't on the 33rd floor; otherwise, the risk would have increased significantly.

Soon, the budget report was submitted to the domestic investment department manager's office. The task was successfully completed. Zhang Ziwen walked
to the elevator, letting out a long sigh of relief and feeling slightly excited. Things had gone remarkably smoothly. The investment department was a forbidden zone for him;
to have escaped safely from there was exhilarating.

A bell rang, the elevator doors opened, and it was quite crowded inside. Zhang Ziwen walked in with his head down, pressed
the button for the 25th floor, and the doors closed gently. A faint, intoxicating fragrance emanating from a woman wafted into his nostrils
. Zhang Ziwen habitually sniffed. Chanel Coco. Zhang Ziwen's heart tightened.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: A Beauty's Eyes on You.

With his keen sense of smell, Zhang Ziwen's heart began to race as soon as he smelled the intoxicating woman's fragrance. This was not a good sign.
The scent was too familiar. Although some female employees in the company used the same brand of perfume, Zhang Ziwen already sensed
danger. As the elevator drew nearer, the fragrance shifted from behind him to his side, the faint scent seemingly intensifying slightly.

A person stood beside him, moving up from behind. Only a woman's body could exude such a pleasant
fragrance. Zhang Ziwen quickly scanned the woman beside him out of the corner of his eye—it was Mu Qing,
the nemesis he least wanted to encounter. Zhang Ziwen instinctively turned his face to the side, scratching his face with one hand to
barely conceal half of it. His heart was pounding wildly, filled with anxiety. This damn elevator, with only
a few floors, why hadn't it reached the 25th floor yet?

Finally, the 25th floor arrived, feeling like an eternity. Zhang Ziwen feigned composure as he stepped out of the elevator. He could
feel Mu Qing's gaze fixed on his back. Zhang Ziwen slowly walked towards his office, his heart pounding with trepidation.
Had she recognized him? Zhang Ziwen clung to a sliver of hope, though the chances were extremely slim.

The elevator doors slowly closed behind him. In that instant, Mu Qing was watching his retreating figure, a cold smile playing on her lips
. The smile in her beautiful eyes was a complex mix of mockery, mischief, smugness, and even a hint of malice.
This woman, beautiful as an angel, actually wore such a complicated smile. If Zhang Ziwen were to turn around and glance at her now
, he was guaranteed to have nightmares that night.

Zhang Ziwen spent the entire afternoon in a state of anxiety. The clock on the wall pointed to 5 o'clock; it was finally
time to leave work. Today had been a truly dreadful day.

Zhang Ziwen felt a surge of resentment. Why should he have to avoid that domineering Mu Qing? Was it necessary to be so afraid of her
? Had that one slap from her really extinguished his confidence? It didn't make sense.

Zhang Ziwen analyzed the situation for a long time, but it didn't seem to be the reason. Was he afraid she would expose his past
work at a sexy lingerie shop? Was he afraid she would spread rumors that he was a perverted voyeur? It seemed that way, yet it didn't seem to make sense. Wasn't she
afraid he'd expose her buying those daring and avant-garde lingerie?

Could it be about work? Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat. He guessed that he wasn't afraid of her, but rather afraid of losing this job.
His first job was hard-won, and he cherished it deeply. Ever since he learned that Mu Qing was a high-ranking executive in the company,
he been vaguely afraid that Mu Qing would use her position for personal revenge. This group company was practically her territory;
he was left with no choice but to be slaughtered.

He couldn't fight back unless he gritted his teeth and quit, leaving gracefully. But could he really do that? Zhang Ziwen couldn't bring himself to be graceful. Feeling a bit dejected, he

walked out of the Yinmao Building, his phone ringing in his pocket. He took it out and saw it was Tang Shu calling. Thinking of her
gentle and charming appearance, Zhang Ziwen's gloom vanished.

"Xiao Shu?"

"Yes, Brother Wen." Tang Shu's voice was barely a whisper.

"Hello, is this Xiaoshu? Say something." Zhang Ziwen didn't quite catch it.

"It's me, Brother Wen. Are you busy?" Tang Shu's slightly hesitant voice came from the phone.

"Not busy, haha. What's wrong? What happened?"

"Nothing. I just hadn't heard from you these past few days and thought you were busy."

Hearing Tang Shu's gentle yet slightly pitiful voice, Zhang Ziwen felt a pang of heartache for no reason. He had really forgotten
to call the little girl these past few days.

"Xiaoshu, I had a little thing to take care of that took a few days. I just finished taking care of it and was just about to call you. Where are you? I'd
like to treat you to dinner." Zhang Ziwen felt guilty and didn't dare say he had forgotten to call her, so he told a little lie against his conscience,
hoping to make up for his guilt by inviting her over.

"Really?" The voice on the phone sounded excited. "I'm at school, Brother Wen, can you come?
Or I can come to your place."

Hearing her cheerful voice, Zhang Ziwen felt a warmth in his heart and said with a smile, "Just
wait for me at the school gate, I'll be right there."

"Okay, then I'll wait for Brother Wen at the main gate." Tang Shu's voice on the phone was a little excited, as if he could
see the smile blooming on her beautiful face.

"Don't forget to find a place to sit and wait, I'm quite far from you, don't just stand there like last time."
Zhang Ziwen reminded her.

"Okay, goodbye Brother Wen."

Zhang Ziwen put away his phone and smiled slightly. The beautiful and lovely Tang Shu always brought him joy, and
only when he was with her did all his worries disappear.

Zhang Ziwen was about to cross the street when a car suddenly drove by, narrowly missing him. Zhang Ziwen
was startled and quickly stopped. What a close call! He was furious; that driver was so inconsiderate.

The car sped 10 meters before coming to a stop. It was a Porsche 911 GT3 sports car, accelerating from 0 to 100 km/h in just 4.3
seconds, with a domestic price of 1.88 million yuan. Drivers of these things are usually quite flamboyant.

Through the slightly transparent rear window, Zhang Ziwen could see a long-haired woman driving. A thought flashed through his mind: "Damn
, could it be that brat?" The near-miss earlier made him curse under his breath.

The woman slammed on the gas twice, her demeanor highly provocative. Zhang Ziwen's eyesight was good; he could
see those soft lips in the rearview mirror, a slight upturn at the corners, as if she were sneering.

Without a doubt, the long-haired woman in the car was Mu Qing. Wasn't she just looking for trouble? Zhang Ziwen felt
a surge of resentment. It seemed that this brat had recognized him in the elevator and was probably waiting outside the building
to deliberately cause him trouble.

"A good man doesn't fight with a woman." Thinking of Mu Qing's position in the company, Zhang Ziwen reluctantly made up an excuse for himself,
shaking his head. "If I can't afford to offend her, I can at least avoid her, right? Peace and quiet is the best policy." He quickly made his escape. Reluctantly,
Zhang Ziwen crossed the street

. Mu Qing waited in the car for a long time, but there was no movement. Seeing that Zhang Ziwen not only didn't come to get angry as expected, but had
already disappeared in the rearview mirror, she thought, "

That bastard really knows how to run away." "Hmph, trying to hide, huh? You're not a real man, just like that night. I'll see where you can hide!
I'm in the company, do you think you can escape my grasp? You'll have your fun, you brat!" Having
figured this out, a smug smile appeared on Mu Qing's beautiful face. Instantly, a series of
plans to deal with Zhang Ziwen formed in her mind. Thinking of how she had messed with him, Mu Qing's smile became even brighter.

Actually, back when Zhang Ziwen first dined at the restaurant, Mu Qing had noticed his familiar
face as he deliberately covered his face from the side. Zhang Ziwen had good eyesight, and Mu Qing wasn't bad at recognizing people either; she had her suspicions at the time, but she
was with her fiancé and couldn't confirm it.

Today, in the elevator, Mu Qing recognized Zhang Ziwen immediately as he walked in with his head down. Recalling his
unusual , she knew he had clearly recognized her long ago and was well aware that this scoundrel was trying to avoid her and get away with it.

Mu Qing noticed that Zhang Ziwen hadn't noticed her in the elevator, so she deliberately stood next to him to see his
reaction. Sure enough, Zhang Ziwen's shifty eyes glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, looking all sneaky.
When they reached the 26th floor, he pretended to be calm as he walked out. Mu Qing took in every detail of his guilty behavior.

Mu Qing had a deep impression of Zhang Ziwen, who had been peeping at her chest. Even her fiancé wouldn't dare to touch her
ice cream, yet that scoundrel's shifty eyes got the better of her. He even dared to speak
rudely and vulgarly to her. Every time Mu Qing thought about Zhang Ziwen's shameless behavior that night, she felt a burning hatred. Although she had slapped
him then, she was still somewhat resentful afterwards. The more she thought about it at home, the angrier she became. A few days ago, she even went to
the lingerie , intending to pick a fight with Zhang Ziwen. Unfortunately, there was only a very beautiful woman in the store, and she didn't see that hateful
scoundrel. Mu Qing had no choice but to leave dejectedly.

This scoundrel had been roaming right under her nose all along, making it so hard for her to find him. The thought made Mu
Qing furious. The company closed at 5 pm, but Mu Qing deliberately waited outside the building 10 minutes early,
watching him make his phone call from afar. After he finished, Mu Qing started her car and drove off. A skilled driver,
she only wanted to scare Zhang Ziwen, not actually hit him. Her goal was to provoke him so she could confront him directly.
Mu Qing had practiced Taekwondo since childhood, and seeing Zhang Ziwen's pathetic state that night, she wanted to teach him a lesson—the best
way to do it was to beat him to a pulp

. Mu Qing's little plan was perfectly well-thought-out, but she encountered the clueless Zhang Ziwen, and her plan failed. Given Mu Qing's
competitive nature... If that's all, then so be it. Now that the beautiful Mu Qing has her eye on him, Zhang Ziwen's days at the company
are probably numbered. He's already a lamb to the slaughter in Mu Qing's eyes.

Chapter 40: Suffocating Tenderness.

To avoid keeping the lovely Tang Shu waiting, Zhang Ziwen spared no expense and took a taxi. With the fare
meter flashing nervously, the taxi stopped not far from the main gate of Zhonghai University. He threw out 80
yuan, and even after getting out of the car, Zhang Ziwen still felt a sharp pain in his wallet. His wallet had shrunk drastically in the past few days. He had only had about 1,800 yuan
for more than a week, and now he had less than 800 yuan. In short, it would be difficult to last until the end of the month.
He still had to throw out several hundred yuan to treat Tang Shu. For this pitiful little beauty, Zhang Ziwen was prepared
to go all out . He could always smoke cheap cigarettes and eat instant noodles for a few days.

Tang Shu ignored Zhang Ziwen's advice to find a place to sit and wait. From afar, she could be seen standing gracefully at
the school gate, constantly glancing towards the intersection. Seeing Zhang Ziwen approaching, Tang Shu flew towards him like a little bird.
As Zhang Ziwen approached, coupled with her irresistibly sweet smile and stunningly beautiful face,
she

Seeing Tang Shu fly closer, as happy as a little bird, Zhang Ziwen felt a warm joy in his heart. He gently
shook his head, revealing a very manly smile, and greeted the lovely angel

. A wave of intoxicating fragrance wafted towards him. Tang Shu took Zhang Ziwen's arm; her familiar soft, delicate body,
her familiar firm, full figure, her familiar intoxicating scent—Zhang Ziwen's heart fluttered uncontrollably. His nose twitched habitually several
times, and he inwardly cried out, "I'm going to die!" He couldn't deny that this girl's allure was incredibly strong.

Zhang Ziwen lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. As the thin smoke swirled around him, he barely managed to suppress the restlessness in his heart.
But the fullness he felt on her arm kept making him uneasy, intentionally or unintentionally agitated.

"Brother Wen," Tang Shu's voice was a little cloying: "Where should we go for dinner?"

"You decide. You know this place well, you pick one. Anything you like is fine." Zhang Ziwen had an
urge to treat her to a fancy meal, but his wallet was simply too big for that, so he forced himself to suppress this unrealistic
desire.

"I want to eat what Brother Wen likes. Or you can choose. We don't necessarily have to find a restaurant near the school."

"What I like to eat? Xiao Shu, Brother Wen is treating you." After saying that, Zhang Ziwen thought to himself, "I like
eating at roadside stalls, getting some braised dishes, drinking some beer, and having some barbecue—that's real bliss. "

"No, I want to eat what Brother Wen likes," Tang Shu said sweetly, shaking Zhang Ziwen's arm. "
Okay , you choose the place, or I can treat you."

This girl is so sensible! Zhang Ziwen was overjoyed. Tang Shu's insistence was exactly what he wanted. It would be unreasonable of him not
to agree to her "unreasonable" request. Going with the flow, Zhang Ziwen happily led Tang Shu
to the bus station.

The bus wasn't crowded. The two found an empty seat, and Tang Shu leaned against Zhang Ziwen's shoulder
, her beautiful eyes constantly scanning the bus, seemingly finding everything fascinating.

Zhang Ziwen didn't notice Tang Shu's curiosity about the bus. He was currently enjoying
the feeling of Tang Shu's soft, delicate body leaning against him—comfortable, warm, and radiating an intoxicating fragrance. This pleasant
scent was so familiar, somewhat like the fragrance emanating from that elegant woman, yet
different. Tang Shu's fragrance gave a fresh, natural feeling, while the elegant woman's
fragrance carried a hint of mystery and allure. How could such seemingly similar scents evoke two different
feelings? Tang Shu's body fragrance involuntarily reminded Zhang Ziwen of a noblewoman, with that dreamlike and exquisitely
beautiful face.

Babao Street is a relatively famous food street in Zhonghai City. The street is very narrow and not very long. Both sides of the street are lined with
snack shops, probably hundreds of them. During the day, there are hardly any people on this street, but as soon as evening comes, it
becomes incredibly popular. People like to gather at these food stalls for late-night snacks, which continues until the early hours of the morning. The
"night owls" in Zhonghai all know that Babao Street has a place to eat in the middle of the night. With this reputation, more and more restaurants
have sprung up, and soon there are more than a hundred
restaurants that only open in the evening on this street that is less than two miles long.

This street boasts countless delicious snacks, including well-known
imported dishes such as lamb spine hot pot, spicy crayfish, and stir-fried snails, as well as local specialties like rice noodles, stuffed crab shells, stuffed snails, stinky tofu, beef offal soup,
braised pork, and pork hock. As night falls, the entire street is filled with enticing aromas, attracting countless food lovers and transforming this
already narrow street into a bustling hub of activity.

Tang Shu seemed to have never been to a place like this before. She clung tightly to Zhang Ziwen, looking around with excitement and curiosity in her beautiful
eyes .

Zhang Ziwen led Tang Shu into a random restaurant. After sitting down, they ordered stir-fried snails, stuffed crab shells, braised duck
wings, edamame, and shredded potatoes. They also ordered a pitcher of beer and two more glasses. Once the dishes were served, they started eating together.
With the beautiful Tang Shu by his side, Zhang Ziwen was in a good mood and had a big appetite. Naturally, his eating manners were extremely unsightly. However, Tang Shu seemed
to particularly like his unrestrained and carefree manner. Even while eating, her charming eyes kept
wandering over Zhang Ziwen's face, and she would occasionally give him a sweet smile that could kill.

Zhang Ziwen particularly enjoyed the feeling of eating in this kind of place—casual, natural, and able to loudly order drinks and dishes.
This carefree and unrestrained feeling naturally led Zhang Ziwen to down quite a few beers, running to the restroom several times. In short
, it was awesome. What made Zhang Ziwen even more awesome was that the meal wouldn't cost more than 100 yuan. A gentle

night breeze blew, and slightly tipsy, Zhang Ziwen and Tang Shu strolled along the tree-lined path. Just one more street away was Tang Shu
's school. Every time they were about to part ways with Tang Shu, it was the most painful thing for Zhang Ziwen. He especially couldn't
bear to look into Tang Shu's beautiful eyes; the reluctance in those beautiful eyes made his heart ache and made him feel a little
breathless , particularly oppressed

. Under the shade of the trees at the corner of the school gate, the two stood facing each other. They had arrived, and parting was always inevitable.

"Brother Wen, you go back first. I'll go in later," Tang Shu wanted him to go first. She wanted to look at his back,
the back that she was so fascinated by.

“You should go in first, that way I’ll feel
more aching.

“I want you to go first,” Tang Shu said softly, her face flushed.

Zhang Ziwen couldn’t resist her girlishness, and sighed, “Go in, I’ll wait for you to go in before I leave
, be good.” He then reached out and gently brushed a stray strand of her black hair, ruffled by the night breeze, behind her ear.

This tender gesture made Tang Shu’s heart flutter with joy. Her face flushed as she gazed at Zhang Ziwen,
her beautiful eyes filled with deep affection.

“Brother Wen, please close your eyes.” In the dim light filtering through the school gate, Tang Shu’s face was slightly red.

Zhang Ziwen saw a hint of shyness in her eyes and didn’t understand what she wanted to do. He
wouldn’t refuse Tang Shu’s small request, so he closed his eyes as she asked.

A wisp of intoxicating fragrance, a captivating aroma—Zhang Ziwen, with his eyes closed, felt a soft,
warm touch on the corner of his lips. The warmth was breathtaking, a tenderness that took his breath away. Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat. He
understood what that warmth was. When he finally opened his eyes, the fragrance was lingering, and Tang Shu was gone. He
touched the corner of his lips; the fragrance still lingered, unforgettable, and etched in his memory. Zhang Ziwen
sighed and slowly turned away.

Behind a pillar at the school gate, Tang Shu peeked out, her pretty body flushed as she watched Zhang Ziwen's figure
gradually disappear into the night. Her beautiful eyes held a hint of tears—was it unspeakable emotion? Or the melancholy of parting?

Zhang Ziwen, getting out of the taxi, took out a cigarette and lit it. Tang Shu's lovely and charming face kept
appearing in his mind, refusing to leave. He seemed to have fallen for this captivating girl, but he couldn't
express . What could he offer her? Nothing. He still had nothing. He knew
he wasn't worthy of liking this angelic Tang Shu. He couldn't let the impulses deep within him lead him to like her, at least
not now. If he ever liked her, it would be when he was successful in his career. Thinking of his career, Mu Qing
's beautiful and arrogant face uncontrollably jumped into his mind, and Zhang Ziwen felt a sudden surge of irritation.

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