My boss is married

There were 12 minutes left until the end of the workday.
An email from a client requesting revisions immediately declared that Feng Qiao would have to work overtime again.
She had already worked overtime for three consecutive days.
With almost no time to lament, Feng Qiao glanced at the revised proposal, put on her glasses, and continued working.
Time always flies when you're busy. When Feng Qiao finally typed the last word of the proposal, it was already 11:28 PM.
Her colleagues had all left sometime earlier. Feng Qiao sent the email to the client, got up, put on her coat, and prepared to leave.
Passing the director's office, she realized that she wasn't actually the last one to work overtime.
Feng Qiao paused, but still gently knocked on the wooden door.
"Come in," a clear male voice sounded.
Feng Qiao pushed open the door, smiled slightly, and thought, "Boss, aren't you leaving yet?"
Was she planning to work herself to death? Feng Qiao kept this thought to herself.
The man called "Boss" was Cheng Zhan, the creative director of Herman Advertising Company, Feng Qiao's direct superior.
Cheng Zhan glanced at his watch. "It's so late." He looked up. "Have you eaten?"
Hmm, she hadn't realized it until he asked…
Feng Qiao pressed her empty stomach and smiled sheepishly. "Not yet."
Cheng Zhan clicked the mouse twice to save the document, then picked up his suit jacket draped over the back of the chair. "Come on, let's go eat."
***
It was almost midnight, and almost no restaurants were still open.
Cheng Zhan drove Feng Qiao around the area for a few minutes before finding a small noodle shop that was still open.
"This is fine, I don't mind." Feng Qiao smiled to hide her embarrassment. She wondered what had gotten into her that she agreed to go out to eat with him, and now she felt very uncomfortable.
Cheng Zhan paused for a moment, parked the car on the side of the road, got out, and then very gentlemanly went around to the other side to open the car door for Feng Qiao.
The two walked into the restaurant side by side. At midnight, there were no customers in the noodle shop. The owner was watching "Empresses in the Palace" with great interest at the cashier.
Cheng Zhan glanced at the menu on the table and asked Feng Qiao, "What do you want to eat?"
"Ramen, ramen is fine."
"Boss, two bowls of beef noodles, thin."
"( ) cough cough." Feng Qiao couldn't help but cough.
Cheng Zhan turned his head, a faint smile on his face: "What's wrong?"
Feng Qiao licked her lips, looking at the young man in front of her who exuded an elite aura, the dream lover of all the girls in the company, the seemingly immortal Director Cheng, and now he was standing with her in a hole-in-the-wall restaurant, ordering two bowls of beef noodles, two thin ones...
"I'm a little surprised, you actually know about two thin ones."
Cheng Zhan was a little amused, "A single man can't eat delicacies every day." He pulled two tissues from the table, wiped the gleaming chair, and then invited Feng Qiao to sit down.
Feng Qiao had heard the gossip in the company. Director Cheng was already married, and his wife was said to be a very successful investor, but she lived abroad for a long time. As a result, Cheng Zhan was never short of women around him, but he was very self-disciplined and had never been involved in any romantic scandals.
Feng Qiao sat down opposite him. "I still think you're more suited to a high-end restaurant, knife in your right hand, fork in your left, a sirloin steak in front of you, paired with a glass of '82 Lafite or something..."
Cheng Zhan couldn't help but chuckle at her words. "Feng Qiao, you probably watch too many TV dramas." He chuckled softly. "I've never seen you so talkative at the company."
His voice was clear and pleasant, and when he said "Feng Qiao," Feng Qiao's heart skipped a beat, and a blush crept onto her face. Feng Qiao thought to herself, this guy's charm is indeed extraordinary.
Soon, two bowls of noodles were served. Feng Qiao broke open her chopsticks and began to eat heartily. Her stomach, which had been empty for a long time, wasn't picky; a bowl of hot noodles like this was enough to make her happy.
Cheng Zhan looked at the unpretentious girl opposite him and couldn't help but smile.
The time for the noodles was short. After Feng Qiao finished the last sip of soup, she found Cheng Zhan sitting opposite her, watching her with a leisurely air.
She stared somewhat sheepishly at the empty bowl in front of her. "I... I'm really a little hungry."
"Would you like another bowl?" Cheng Zhan asked, pursing his lips.
Feng Qiao quickly waved her hand. "No, no, it's late, boss, you should go home too."
Cheng Zhan stood up. "Let me take you home first."
"I can just take a taxi myself."
Cheng Zhan remained silent and walked straight to his Cayenne.
Feng Qiao wasn't sure what he meant, so she followed behind him and called out softly, "Director Cheng..."
Cheng Zhan turned around, his eyes deep and captivating in the night. He said softly, "Get in the car, consider it an order."
Feng Qiao hesitated for two seconds, but hearing his words, she couldn't refuse, so she went around to the other side of the car and got into the passenger seat.
The whole journey was somewhat silent. The midnight radio kept playing seductive music. Even though it was very late, Feng Qiao was incredibly awake, clearly feeling the awkwardness filling the car.
She secretly glanced at Cheng Zhan, only to find that her boss was indeed her boss, calm and composed beyond belief.
He stared straight ahead, focused on driving, his long, slender fingers resting on the steering wheel, occasionally tapping the edge lightly.
Feng Qiao didn't know how to describe Cheng Zhan, because he was so different from the young boys she had met at school. Composed? Steady? Mature? None of these seemed quite right. At this moment, Feng Qiao even felt that he was an existence infinitely close to perfection.
Her thoughts were a bit chaotic, and when Feng Qiao realized it, she felt a little annoyed. How had she become one of those people who coveted the director's good looks?
Coveted…
Feng Qiao was startled by herself.
Finally, they arrived at Feng Qiao's place, and she politely said goodbye to Cheng Zhan: "Thank you for treating me to dinner, Director. Please be careful on your way back." Her tone
was perfectly formal.
Cheng Zhan's hand was on the steering wheel, and his thin lips parted slightly, "Treating you to a bowl of noodles is considered treating you to dinner? Am I, as the director, being too stingy?"
"Not at all, I'm already very satisfied." Feng Qiao said, rubbing her stomach.
"Next time, I'll treat you to sirloin steak and a bottle of '82 Lafite?" Cheng Zhan's lips curled into a slight smile, almost teasingly.
Feng Qiao felt a little awkward. "No need... Director, I'm going upstairs."
Cheng Zhan nodded. "Go on up. Send me a message when you get in."
Feng
Qiao waved awkwardly at Cheng Zhan and turned to go upstairs. In the
pitch-black night, the motion-activated lights in the stairwell illuminated floor by floor.
Then, a message popped up on her phone screen: "Director, I'm in. Thank you for today. Please be careful on your way."
Cheng Zhan couldn't help but smile. This young girl was still like a student, but then again, she hadn't graduated long ago.
Cheng Zhan turned off his phone, started the car, and quickly disappeared into the deep night.
(II)
Overtime is the norm at advertising companies.
Feng Qiao still remembers the first question the interviewer asked after reviewing her resume: "Can you handle overtime?"
She could, but she didn't expect it to be this much.
One late night, halfway through revising the plan, Feng Qiao reached for her mug, only to find it empty.
She paused, rummaged through a drawer for a packet of instant coffee, and then got up to go to the break room.
Feng Qiao held the mug in front of the water dispenser to get hot water, but perhaps because she was so sleepy, her mind drifted away in just a few seconds.
Then, the scalding hot water hit her skin, and Feng Qiao snapped back to reality with a pain.
The pure white mug in her hand fell to the ground with a "bang," shattering into pieces, and coffee-colored liquid splashed everywhere, making a mess.
Feng Qiao's mind was a little dazed, and the burned area was burning painful, but for a moment she didn't know how to react.
However, the next second, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by another hand.
That slightly cool hand pulled her towards the sink without explanation.
Feng Qiao stared blankly at the person who had suddenly appeared. Um… could someone tell her why the director had suddenly appeared?
Cheng Zhan held her hand under the tap and then repeatedly rinsed her scalded area with cold water.
Being held by a man like this, Feng Qiao felt a little embarrassed, but the man had a cold expression, his thin lips tightly pressed together, refusing to say a word.
Feng Qiao choked for a long time, nervously calling out, "Director Cheng…"
But after calling out, she didn't know what to say next.
Cheng Zhan turned his head, his deep eyes sweeping over Feng Qiao's delicate face with an ambiguous look.
He had truly never seen anyone so clumsy, standing there dumbfounded, staring blankly at the shards on the floor after being scalded.
Feng Qiao was extremely uncomfortable at this point, and she slightly struggled.
Cheng Zhan looked at her and said softly, "What's wrong?"
His voice seemed to be imbued with magic by the quiet night, so deep and melodious that it could resonate deep within one's heart.
Feng Qiao blushed unconsciously. "I... I can do it myself."
Cheng Zhan seemed to only then notice their clasped hands, her delicate softness, his broad and accommodating nature. The scene stirred a sense of tenderness in one's heart, a desire to envelop that slender, soft hand...
However, it was merely a fleeting, romantic thought. Cheng Zhan slowly released her hand, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I didn't mean to offend."
"Of course," Feng Qiao stared at the hand he had held, "How could the director have meant to offend?"
What was she even saying? Feng Qiao wanted to bite her tongue off; she must have been too sleepy to be talking nonsense.
"What I mean is... thank you."
Cheng Zhan stared at Feng Qiao. She was such a little girl. Everyone around her was so shrewd, but she was like a blank sheet of paper. It was a rare quality, but unfortunately, in the workplace and in life, people like her were always the ones who suffered.
Cheng Zhan's smile faded, and he slowly advised, "Be careful next time. I'm not always so lucky."
Feng Qiao nodded, looking a little aggrieved. "I will. I'm sorry for troubling you."
Cheng Zhan felt a little helpless. It seemed he couldn't even say a harsh word to this girl.
He raised his hand to check his watch. "Charge for another five minutes, and then I'll take you home."
(III)
Within a week, Feng Qiao was taken home by Cheng Zhan for the second time.
If other colleagues saw this, who knew what would be said? What
was even more deadly was that she actually had a vague urge to have something with him...
Thinking this, Feng Qiao unconsciously sighed.
"What are you sighing about?" Cheng Zhan suddenly asked.
Feng Qiao looked up sharply, and their eyes met in the rearview mirror.
She awkwardly looked away.
Seeing her flustered state, Cheng Zhan couldn't help but chuckle. "You seem a little afraid of me."
Not afraid, Feng Qiao was on the verge of a breakdown. How was she supposed to explain? Her heart was pounding.
Was she supposed to say, "Director, I think I might like you?
" Feng Qiao closed her eyes, a wave of despair washing over her. "No… my hand still hurts a little."
The car stopped at a red light. Cheng Zhan turned his head, his outstretched hand hesitating. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "Don't get it wet lately. I'll take you to buy some medicine later."
Feng Qiao shook her head. "It's so late, I'm afraid no pharmacies will be open. I can buy it myself tomorrow."
In the early hours of the morning, the entire city became unusually empty and quiet, so quiet that even breathing and heartbeats became clear.
The light turned green, and Cheng Zhan started the car without speaking. He wasn't oblivious to Feng Qiao's unusual behavior; on the contrary, he could even guess what she was thinking. Young and innocent girls couldn't hide their feelings.
But he didn't seem to mind.
In the darkness, the man drove intently, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.
***
Feng Qiao barely slept a wink all night. Her romantic history was rather unremarkable. A male classmate in college often brought her food, and at her roommate's urging, she went for a few walks on the sports field with him. One night, he suddenly grabbed her hand, and Feng Qiao felt incredibly uncomfortable—not shy, but repulsed.
Naturally, nothing came of it.
Her friends said she was still clueless about relationships, too immature.
But today, she had developed inappropriate feelings for her boss, and what's more, he was a married man.
When Cheng Zhan held her hand today, she actually hoped he wouldn't let go…
This was hard for Feng Qiao, who always prided herself on her strong moral compass, to accept, yet the flutter in her heart was undeniable.
The next day, Feng Qiao went to the company with dark circles under her eyes, only to unexpectedly run into Cheng Zhan in the elevator.
"Good morning, boss." Unable to sleep, Feng Qiao decided to come early to revise the copy, only to find Cheng Zhan was also up early.
The difference was, he looked radiant, while she… well, never mind.
Cheng Zhan looked at Feng Qiao with a half-smile: "What? Didn't sleep well last night?"
Feng Qiao felt a little embarrassed and didn't dare meet his gaze, answering somewhat awkwardly, "...Yes." "Does
your wound hurt?" Cheng Zhan asked.
Several small blisters had formed on her burn, and it did hurt a bit, but she wasn't that delicate.
However, the real reason was too embarrassing to say, so Feng Qiao could only nod awkwardly.
At that moment, the elevator doors slowly opened, and Cheng Zhan stepped aside slightly to let Feng Qiao go first.
The two were once again in a confined space. Silence remained.
The elevator numbers slowly climbed, finally stopping on the 25th floor.
With a "ding," the elevator doors opened again.
For Feng Qiao, it felt like a pardon.
"Boss, I have something to do, I'll be going now." Eager to escape, Feng Qiao hurried towards the office.
"Feng Qiao," the person behind her spoke slowly, "Come to my office later."
Feng Qiao: "...Okay."
***
Feng Qiao didn't visit the director's office often.
She had only been with the company for a little over two months; as a lowly employee, she still had a department head above her, and it wasn't her place to liaise directly with the director.
When she knocked and entered, Cheng Zhan was making tea.
There was a sweet yet refreshing scent in the air.
Cheng Zhan looked up at her, "Sit."
Feng Qiao nodded and sat opposite Cheng Zhan.
He pushed the delicate white porcelain teacup in front of her: "Peach oolong, I heard little girls like it."
Feng Qiao was somewhat flattered: "Thank you..." She politely took a sip of the tea; it was indeed a flavor that girls would like. Then she put the cup back on the table and said somewhat nervously, "Director, I've caused you a lot of trouble these past two days, but I'm not usually this absent-minded at work. I hope I haven't left you with a bad impression."
Cheng Zhan hadn't expected Feng Qiao to actually do self-reflection, and for a moment he was both amused and exasperated. She really was still just a young girl.
He smiled and shook his head, taking a small box from the drawer and handing it to her, "Burn ointment, remember to apply it."
Feng Qiao looked at him blankly.
"I don't feel like you're causing me any trouble." Cheng Zhan looked at Feng Qiao with his deep eyes and said calmly, "You don't need to feel guilty."
Feng Qiao: "..."
"Director, you really are..."
Cheng Zhan raised an eyebrow, "Really what?"
You're really easy to fall in love with...
Feng Qiao pretended to be calm, grinned, "You're such a good person."
After saying that, she picked up the box of ointment on the table, got up, and left, swaying her ponytail.
Cheng Zhan sat in his swivel chair, watching Feng Qiao's departing figure, a smile slowly spreading across his lips.
(IV) (Ambiguous)
Feng Qiao had a difficult client.
It was said to be an older, unmarried man. How difficult was he?
Nine out of ten times Feng Qiao had to work overtime, it was because of him. This man was probably a workaholic. No matter how late she sent him a proposal, he would definitely reply with his comments within ten minutes. Given how dedicated the client was, Feng Qiao couldn't be lazy, so no matter how late it was, she would revise it according to his comments.
She had heard before that several colleagues had been forced to resign by this client, so many people didn't want to take on this job.
Feng Qiao was a newcomer and had little choice, so this hot potato fell into her hands.
For the past few months, Feng Qiao had been exhausted by this client.
Fortunately, the project was finally nearing completion.
On Wednesday, she and another colleague from her department took the final proposal to the client's company for a presentation.
This difficult client, surnamed Chen, was young but bald, and from the moment Feng Qiao entered, he didn't offer a single smile. Sitting in his swivel chair with a stern face, he looked like someone even the King of Hell would fear.
Feng Qiao silently worked with the client's IT team to set up the projector, feeling somewhat apprehensive. After all, she was still just a newbie in the workplace.
Once the equipment was set up, Feng Qiao began to introduce the project plan, including the project proposal, the feasibility analysis report, and some questionnaires conducted for the project.
Feng Qiao thought she had done a thorough job; in fact, she had revised the plan countless times based on the client's feedback, and she felt there was no reason for the client to be dissatisfied.
Unexpectedly, the other party remained silent for a moment, his face grim. Then, Manager Chen stood up, slowly walked to Feng Qiao with the proposal in his hand, and suddenly slammed a stack of documents onto her face…
Everyone in the conference room was stunned by this scene.
The documents slid to the floor, and Feng Qiao froze, while Manager Chen just stared at her coldly.
“Is this the level of your Herman? You’ve wasted several months of my time, and now you send a greenhorn like you to fool me?” He slammed his fist on the table angrily. “Look at this yourself, is this what you call a proposal? Which lousy university did Herman hire you from? Or did you have some looks and please the boss to get you a job?”
Feng Qiao trembled slightly; she had never encountered such a person before, let alone suffered such an insult.
"Get out, get out! Don't come here just to freeload. Take your garbage proposal and get out!" Manager Chen pointed at Feng Qiao and her colleagues. "Your Herman is doing fine, but if you keep going like this, you might as well close down!"
Feng Qiao couldn't take it anymore. She turned around, pushed open the meeting room door, and ran out.
Her colleagues kept calling her from behind, but Feng Qiao didn't hear them and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
***
Feng Qiao returned home and cried alone in her room for a long time.
Her family wasn't wealthy, but her parents loved her very much and respected her in everything. She considered herself to be quite diligent in her work, whether it was studying or working.
Herman was a very famous company in the industry, and Feng Qiao was always very proud to work there. In this bustling metropolis, she shared a small secondary bedroom with someone, working overtime until the early hours of the morning every day. It wasn't easy, but she was always determined to make a name for herself here, so even if it was tiring, she felt she could endure it.
However, what Manager Chen said shattered her confidence.
Maybe what she did was really rubbish.
Feng Qiao sniffed, glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already 8 PM.
She hadn't been back to the company all afternoon; her colleagues must have spread the word about her embarrassing situation throughout the entire company.
So… the director would know too, right?
He would be so disappointed, wouldn't he?
He had been so good to her, telling her not to feel guilty, but she couldn't even handle a single project.
Feng Qiao wiped away her tears, contemplating packing up and going back to her hometown.
Rejected by the client and skipping work without permission, the company probably wouldn't keep her anymore.
This city wouldn't tolerate her either.
Just then, Feng Qiao suddenly heard a knock at the door.
A young couple shared an apartment with her; the man across the hall opened his bedroom door and asked, "Who is it?"
Feng Qiao didn't hear a reply, only the rustling sound of doors opening.
Then she heard a neighbor say, "Feng Qiao lives in that room."
They were looking for her? Feng Qiao's breath caught in her throat; she heard unhurried footsteps slowly approaching.
Then there was a knock on the door. Feng Qiao heard a familiar voice say, "It's me, open the door."
Why was he here?
Feng Qiao jumped to the floor, not even bothering to put on slippers. She hastily wiped her face and unlocked the door.
Standing outside was a tall, imposing man in a suit, handsome beyond compare.
It was Cheng Zhan.
The neighbor across the hall was giving Feng Qiao a rather gossipy look.
Feng Qiao bit her lower lip. "Director Cheng… what brings you here?"
Cheng Zhan remained silent and went into Feng Qiao's room.
Feng Qiao didn't like the neighbor's probing gaze and simply closed the door.
"Director, I'm out of water…" Feng Qiao felt awkward. Her room was a mess, and there was nothing there. It was really embarrassing for him to see her in such a disheveled state.
Only a desk lamp was on in the room. Cheng Zhan stared intently at Feng Qiao's eyes, which were as red as a rabbit's, and sighed softly, "Why are you crying like this?"
People are sometimes so strange; when they're alone, they always feel strong, but when someone expresses concern, they become incredibly vulnerable.
Cheng Zhan's simple question made Feng Qiao's eyes well up with tears again.
Feng Qiao felt her tears flowing like a flood, unstoppable.
She wiped her tears while explaining, "I'm sorry... Director... I... I didn't want to... cry."
The little girl stood there helplessly, pitifully weeping.
Cheng Zhan's heart softened as well. He clenched his fist, then slowly took a few steps forward and pulled the sobbing girl into his arms.
The small room was lit only by a dim, ambiguous light.
The tall, imposing man gently embraced the helpless girl, his large hand softly patting her back, "Don't cry, okay?"
His voice was deep and melodious, seemingly capable of bewitching.
Feng Qiao slowly stopped crying. As her reason returned, she realized she was in the director's arms... and her hands were brazenly wrapped around his waist...
His waist was strong and powerful, and it felt so comfortable to hold him, making her not want to let go, even wanting more...
But... she was being too presumptuous.
Feng Qiao carefully tried to pull away, but unexpectedly, those strong arms gently pulled her back into his embrace. Feng Qiao's forehead bumped against his chest, and she could even hear his strong heartbeat.
Then, a voice sounded above her: "Does this make you feel better?"
Feng Qiao hesitated and nodded.
"Then let's hold each other."
Let's hold each other...
Feng Qiao didn't know how long they held each other like that. She only felt that all the things that made her angry and embarrassed seemed to have disappeared. The only sound in the world was her heartbeat, thumping, thumping, pounding on her chest, making her happy and uneasy.
After a long while, Cheng Zhan finally pulled Feng Qiao away a little. His deep-set eyes looked unusually gentle at this moment. Looking at her red and swollen eyes, he said softly, "I know you have your pride, and I can understand what you did today, so I don't blame you. But Feng Qiao, there's something I need to remind you: you can run away from setbacks for a while, but you can't run away forever. You're still a young girl, but you'll grow up someday."
Feng Qiao didn't speak.
Cheng Zhan ruffled her hair. "I'll allow you to be vulnerable for one day, but you still have to go to work tomorrow, understand?"
Feng Qiao nodded and asked in a muffled voice, "Why did you come?"
Feng Qiao herself didn't notice that she had changed her address to "you" instead of "you, formal."
Cheng Zhan smiled slightly: "I'm your boss."
"Concerned about your subordinates?"
Cheng Zhan was a little speechless. Actually, he hadn't thought too much about it; he just came whenever he felt like it. He was so casual that he didn't even know which floor she lived on. He stood downstairs and recalled the floor where the motion-activated light had last gone out, then knocked on all four doors on that floor.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Feng Qiao asked again, "Is hugging also a way of showing concern for subordinates?"
Cheng Zhan smiled helplessly, "No."
As for what it was, Cheng Zhan himself couldn't say for sure.
He wiped away the remaining tears on her face with his index finger and comforted her, "Wash your face and get a good night's sleep."
This kind of night was also unexpected for Cheng Zhan. He lifted his foot to leave, as there were some things he needed to think through, but his sleeve was suddenly tugged.
Cheng Zhan turned around and saw Feng Qiao tugging at his sleeve with a pitiful expression. After a long while, she slowly asked, "Can I... still hug you in the future?"
(V) (Refusal)
The next day, Feng Qiao arrived at the office early.
At 9 o'clock, her colleagues also arrived one after another, and they all came forward to comfort Feng Qiao.
"Feng Qiao, are you alright?"
"Xiao Qiao, don't worry about it. That Manager Chen is a pervert."
"Yeah, yeah, an older, unmarried, bald man, he must have some psychological issues!"
Feng Qiao smiled a little embarrassedly at her colleagues' concern. "Thank you, I'm fine now."
The group was chatting animatedly when suddenly they heard someone tapping on the table.
"Knock, knock, knock," three unhurried taps.
Everyone looked up and saw Cheng Zhan, wearing a blue striped shirt, standing there casually.
The colleagues immediately fell silent upon seeing him; being overheard by their boss complaining about a client was no good.
Cheng Zhan paused for a second, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping across Feng Qiao's face, a faint smile suddenly appearing on his lips.
Feng Qiao's face flushed instantly.
"Can I... still hug you in the future?"
Ahhh! She must have been crazy yesterday to say something so shameless!
How could she say such a thing to her boss, a married man?
But… he was the one who flirted with her first…
Cheng Zhan coughed lightly, clenching his fist: “I’ve spoken with Manager Chen, I’ll personally handle the CSE for Xinyun.”
His colleagues were somewhat taken aback.
Then, Cheng Zhan’s gaze fixed on Feng Qiao’s face. “Feng Qiao, you’re coming with me.”
Feng Qiao: “…Okay.”
“Okay, everyone get back to work.”
Cheng Zhan turned his head, and several colleagues began whispering again.
“Holy crap, did you see that? The director’s smile was so alluring.”
“I should have gone to report yesterday. Letting the client yell at me would have been enough to get me working on the project with the director. I envy Feng Qiao.”
“Are you serious?”
Listening to their rambling conversation, Feng Qiao hesitated for a moment before getting up and following Cheng Zhan to his office.
The morning sun was shining brightly, filling the room with the rich aroma of coffee. Feng Qiao sat opposite Cheng Zhan, watching him slowly and methodically organize the documents on his desk.
"You didn't come here just to say that yesterday was a momentary impulse and that I should pretend nothing happened, did you?"
Feng Qiao hadn't expected Cheng Zhan to be so open about what had happened yesterday, and for a moment, she didn't know how to begin.
Seeing her silence, Cheng Zhan smiled frankly: "I understand. Everyone has moments of vulnerability. I won't bring it up again."
"I'm not," Feng Qiao said slowly but firmly. Just a minute ago, she had been trying to avoid the topic, but hearing Cheng Zhan speak so openly and honestly, she suddenly felt a pang of unease.
"If I was just momentarily weak, then what did the director do? Was it to offer some comfort to someone so vulnerable?"
"Feng Qiao," he called to her, "I need to apologize. I did overstep my bounds. You're still a young girl just entering society, but I'm no longer a naive young person, so I need to apologize even more for my impulsiveness."
"Feng Qiao, I can be your mentor at work, but I won't be your soulmate."
This blunt rejection made Feng Qiao feel somewhat embarrassed. She lowered her head, her long hair slipping down behind her ears, barely concealing her awkward expression.
She took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to cry. "I should be apologizing. I was too abrupt. I'm sorry, Director Cheng."
With that, Feng Qiao got up and hurriedly left.
Cheng Zhan sat in his office, watching the girl's departing figure, a sudden sense of powerlessness rising within him. Perhaps he had truly been lonely for too long; otherwise, how could he have been so emotionally swayed by a young girl…
***
Cheng Zhan's professional skills were indeed impeccable.
He completely overhauled Xinyun's CSE, and in just over a month, Feng Qiao worked alongside him from scratch. His ideas, his grasp of pacing, and his meticulousness were astonishing.
He was an excellent leader at work.
Feng Qiao often told herself this, that he was just a good leader, nothing more…
The following month, Cheng Zhan took Feng Qiao to Xinyun again for a report.
This time, their proposal received rave reviews.
As they left, Manager Chen, unlike his usual stern face, smiled broadly and extended his right hand: "Director Cheng is indeed extraordinary."
Cheng Zhan politely shook his hand, his smile gentle, "Not at all, it's also the result of everyone's hard work. But speaking of which, there's something I'd like to discuss with Manager Chen."
"Please feel free to speak," Manager Chen seemed genuinely satisfied, becoming unusually easy to talk to.
Cheng Zhan reached out and pulled Feng Qiao, who was standing to the side, and said calmly, "Last time you made some insulting gestures and used offensive language towards my subordinate, I hope you can apologize to her."
Feng Qiao looked at Cheng Zhan in surprise, stunned by his words.
Manager Chen was clearly taken aback by Cheng Zhan's request.
"Director Cheng, this..."
Feng Qiao hurriedly waved her hand awkwardly, "Director, it's not necessary."
Cheng Zhan didn't look at Feng Qiao, still smiling politely, but his tone was exceptionally firm. "Based on the contract and the principle of good faith, my subordinates and I have completed the project assigned by your company very diligently and satisfactorily. However, I would like to emphasize one point: we, as the service provider, also have dignity. Pointing out problems is certainly fine, but please be mindful of your manner. If you cannot even give us the most basic respect, then Herman will probably not cooperate with your company again in the future."
His words were forceful and resounding.
Everyone present turned to look.
Herman is considered a leader in the industry, while Manager Chen is just a mid-level manager at Xinyun. It's not that they didn't have other advertising companies to choose from, but if the higher-ups knew he had a falling out with the agency, there would be too much trouble. Besides, he had indeed acted inappropriately last time… So Manager Chen's expression changed several times, and finally, looking at Feng Qiao reluctantly, he said, "Ms. Feng, I apologize for my unreasonable behavior last time. Please forgive me."
Feng Qiao couldn't describe her feelings, and only nodded slightly in response, "It's okay."
On the way back to the company, Feng Qiao's heart was surging. She would steal glances at Cheng Zhan from time to time, but he remained calm as he drove.
After Feng Qiao had glanced at him for what seemed like the umpteenth time, Cheng Zhan finally couldn't help but laugh. "Feng Qiao, how many more times are you going to look at me?"
When he laughed, the sharpness in his eyes softened, and he became indescribably gentle and handsome.
Feng Qiao stared blankly at him, feeling a little embarrassed. The moment Cheng Zhan had Manager Chen apologize to her, all the emotions she had suppressed suddenly overflowed. She tried desperately to suppress them, but it was all in vain.
As if possessed, Feng Qiao suddenly covered Cheng Zhan's right hand, which was shifting gears. "Director, can you tell me, how can I stop liking you..."
Cheng Zhan was stunned. The young and beautiful girl, the heartfelt confession, and the delicate, soft touch of her hand—everything about her was intoxicating.
It even made him want to disregard everything and pin her down...
Cheng Zhan closed his eyes, suppressing the long-lost flutter in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Feng Qiao, let go."
Feng Qiao stubbornly gripped his hand even tighter, "I know you must think I'm shameless, and I think so myself, but... I can't control myself. For more than a month, I've been trying to convince myself to treat you simply as my boss, but I can't do it, not even for a second. Can you... please..." "
No." Cheng Zhan interrupted Feng Qiao. He didn't want to hear her say those self-degrading words.
He forcefully shook off her hand, "Don't say anymore."
With these words, Feng Qiao had no choice but to reluctantly withdraw her hand.
Tears welled up in her eyes and fell down her cheeks.
Cheng Zhan just stared ahead, focused on driving, and didn't say another word.
(VI) (hhh erotic chapter)
Life continued day after day.
Feng Qiao successfully passed her probation period, and her work gradually got on track.
After that day, she rarely saw Cheng Zhan again, mostly only catching glimpses of him from afar during department meetings.
Before she knew it, the end of the year was upon her.
This winter in B City was unusually snowy, with one heavy snowfall after another, blanketing the city in white for a whole month.
The female colleagues in the office were exceptionally excited, discussing fried chicken, beer, and the year-end party.
Herman had made a fortune this year, and her year-end party was quite extravagant, held at a high-end club.
To match the upscale setting, Feng Qiao even bought a dress.
A white lace crochet dress from SINDRO, within her budget, sweet yet not overly revealing, perfectly suited her taste.
***
The year-end party was incredibly lively.
The company was mostly young people, playful and energetic. Several tables were playing Werewolf, others Truth or Dare, while those who didn't play board games sang karaoke or danced on the dance floor.
The big boss and Cheng Zhan sat at the bar drinking and chatting, while several bolder female colleagues danced intimately next to them.
The dance floor was brightly lit, the music deafening.
Feng Qiao sat in a corner with a glass of juice, not wanting to attract attention.
However, things didn't go as planned. Qin Zhou, the finance department manager next door, suddenly walked over with a glass of wine.
"Xiao Qiao, why aren't you playing with everyone?"
Feng Qiao wasn't familiar with him, and he frowned subconsciously at his familiar address.
"I'm not very good at playing," she replied politely.
Qin Zhou sat down next to Feng Qiao without any ceremony, picked up his wine glass and clinked it against the juice in her hand. "Then I'll keep you company."
"Manager Qin, you can go have fun with them, I'm fine."
"Just call me Qin Zhou, don't be so formal." As he said this, he patted Feng Qiao's bare thigh in an extremely ambiguous way.
Feng Qiao felt very uncomfortable, but didn't know what to say, so she moved away slightly.
Seeing her restrained appearance, Qin Zhou couldn't help but laugh, "Xiao Qiao, have you ever had a boyfriend?"
Feng Qiao couldn't stand this strange atmosphere and stood up abruptly, "Excuse me, Manager Qin, I'm going to the restroom."
Feng Qiao went to the restroom to wash her hands, and was thinking about how to avoid Manager Qin later, when she found him waiting at the restroom door.
Feng Qiao was a little speechless, but still smiled politely at him. Just as she was about to brush past him, Qin Zhou actually reached out and grabbed her wrist.
…
Feng Qiao's smile froze instantly. "Manager Qin, what are you doing?"
Qin Zhou gripped her wrist, asking with a half-smile, "Feng Qiao, why are you avoiding me?"
"You're overthinking it." Feng Qiao struggled, and after a long pause, he finally released her.
Qin Zhou rubbed his head. "I…maybe I've had a bit too much to drink, and I was a little abrupt, but Qiao, I really…"
"Feng Qiao." A familiar voice suddenly rang out.
Feng Qiao looked up and saw Cheng Zhan standing at the corner. His expression was indifferent, his emotions unreadable, and it was unclear how long he had been standing there or what he had seen.
"Yiwei and the others are looking for you everywhere."
"…Oh." Feng Qiao paused for a moment before turning to Qin Zhou and saying, "Manager Qin, please excuse me."
With that, Feng Qiao walked towards Cheng Zhan.
Cheng Zhan stood there, his gaze sweeping over Qin Zhou indifferently, and said sarcastically, "Manager Qin, please excuse me."
Turning the corner, Cheng Zhan quickened his pace, walking ahead of Feng Qiao.
Feng Qiao watched his retreating figure and muttered, "Director, you always seem to have such perfect timing."
Cheng Zhan stopped and turned back to ask her, "What?"
"Last time I burned my hand, you told me to be careful, saying you weren't always so lucky. So, is this another coincidence?"
"Feng Qiao, you don't need to play word games with me."
"Well, thank you for getting me out of that situation, Director." Feng Qiao was a little sulky, and then quickened her pace towards the dance floor.
It wasn't that she didn't know how to dance.
On the dance floor, a girl swayed her alluring body, dazzling lights shining on her, making her look radiant and mesmerizing. She was indeed beautiful, with almond-shaped eyes, peach-blossom cheeks, and fair, translucent skin. Her long, straight legs under her short skirt were incredibly alluring; no man could resist a girl like that.
Cheng Zhan was no exception.
He squinted, watching the girl on the dance floor sway her slender waist. He raised his hand to compare; it was indeed very slender. The girl he had hugged that night was both pitiful and captivating.
Cheng Zhan stared intently at Feng Qiao, then downed a glass of strong liquor.
***
It was almost 2 a.m. when the party ended.
A large group of people were either completely drunk or slumped over.
The few who hadn't been drinking had to take on the responsibility of driving their colleagues home.
Feng Qiao was one of them.
"Take my car," Cheng Zhan tossed the car keys to Feng Qiao.
Feng Qiao thought for a moment and didn't refuse.
Cheng Zhan's car was fairly spacious, with four female colleagues in the back seat.
The ride was quiet; the drunken colleagues were asleep, their heads resting together. Cheng Zhan probably wasn't asleep, but he didn't make a sound either. The car music flowed softly through the cabin, Eson's deep voice vibrating in her ears and subtly stirring her heartstrings. If it weren't for the slightly eerie atmosphere, Feng Qiao would probably have thought it was a nice moment.
All four colleagues lived in the same direction, and there was no traffic in the early morning, so Feng Qiao quickly got them home.
Finally, it was Cheng Zhan's turn.
He was always the one driving her home; she hadn't expected it to be the other way around this time.
He lived in an upscale neighborhood in the east of the city. Upon arrival, he directed Feng Qiao to park the car.
The car was turned off, but neither of them got out.
After a long silence, Cheng Zhan broke the silence, "How are you going to get back?"
"No need for the director to worry."
"Can you stop acting like a child?" Cheng Zhan said, somewhat exasperated.
"Anyway, you won't care what I do."
Cheng Zhan closed his eyes. "Feng Qiao, why can't you understand? I like you a lot. You're young, beautiful, smart, and earnest. That's why I hope you can live your wonderful life happily under the sun." He turned slightly to look at Feng Qiao. "At the same time, I'm also selfish. I hope you only see the best side of me."
"No matter what, you're good in my heart."
Cheng Zhan smiled helplessly. "How long have you been in society? Have you ever been in a relationship? What was it like when you were dating? Holding hands, strolling along the street, eating at roadside stalls together, and then he would take you home, and downstairs, he would secretly kiss the corner of your lips, and then you would both be secretly happy for a long time?"
Feng Qiao looked confused, not understanding why he was saying these things.
Before Feng Qiao could think too much, Cheng Zhan's large hand suddenly gripped the back of her head. Then, his alluring thin lips abruptly approached, finally pressing heavily against hers…
The two were in an awkward position; Feng Qiao was pressed against the back of the chair by Cheng Zhan, unable to move. His kiss was sharp and aggressive, his tongue skillfully prying open her teeth, frantically plundering the breath between her lips.
Feng Qiao could barely breathe, but the man wasn't satisfied. His large hand roamed from her chin to her chest, then slid down to her inner thighs…
"Mmm…" Feng Qiao had never experienced such intimacy with anyone. A layer of fine goosebumps rose all over her body, and then she instinctively began to push him away.
In fact, she pushed Cheng Zhan away effortlessly. His eyes were no longer clear as before, his breathing hot and heavy. Feng Qiao's inexperience didn't mean she didn't understand; it was the look of someone caught in lust.
Cheng Zhan licked his lips, slowly calming his breathing. "This is how I treat the women I like. It's not the kind of pure love you're thinking of. And... you're even in a clandestine relationship with me. To put it bluntly, you're the other woman, and I'm a cheating scumbag. Do you think that's okay?"
His voice was hoarse and sexy with desire, each word striking Feng Qiao's heart.
After a long while, Feng Qiao leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Cheng Zhan's neck, offering her lips.
She traced the lines of his lips, the scent of strong liquor lingering between his teeth, intoxicating her...
Cheng Zhan was stunned for a moment, then finally reached out and wrapped his arms around Feng Qiao's waist, responding passionately to her.
***
In the deep night, a door was suddenly kicked shut.
Bright lights were blocked outside, but inside, in the dim moonlight, a couple passionately kissing could be vaguely seen.
Their lips seemed glued together, never separating for even a second. Cheng Zhan impatiently unbuttoned his shirt, finally throwing it to the ground with a thud after removing the last button.
His firm chest pressed tightly against Feng Qiao's softness, his large hands brazenly squeezing her buttocks.
"Ah..." Feng Qiao clung to Cheng Zhan's neck, almost hanging on him, letting out a soft moan.
Cheng Zhan's large hands roamed, caressing her smooth, delicate thighs, then boldly probing deeper into her more mysterious area.
He parted the thin fabric, his index finger lightly grazing her labia...
"Ah...no..." Feng Qiao trembled slightly; this feeling was so unfamiliar...
But Cheng Zhan suddenly captured her earlobe in his mouth, breathing heavily, "You can't say no."
Two fingers pinched her tender labia, gently caressing them... Her vulva gradually became wet, secreting love juice.
Feng Qiao trembled.
Cheng Zhan chuckled, "It's flowing..."
His tone was erotic and lascivious.
Feng Qiao turned her face away in shame, but the next second, a finger slowly invaded her forbidden zone...
At first, it was a tentative incursion, but slowly, the finger became more and more audacious, moving in and out, scraping against her supple inner walls, stirring up a pool of spring water.
Feng Qiao tensed up, even her toes curled up. Her breathing became rapid, and she subconsciously contracted her vaginal canal, trying to squeeze the finger out.
Cheng Zhan was still laughing, his lips close to her earlobe, teasing her wantonly, "Squeeze me like this for a while, it will feel very good, hmm."
His breath sprayed against her ear, itchy and tingling, Feng Qiao was almost going crazy.
But then Cheng Zhan added another finger, the two fingers slightly bent, probing her tender flesh, constantly expanding inside her vagina.
"Hahn...it hurts so much..."
Just as Feng Qiao was on the verge of collapse, Cheng Zhan finally withdrew his fingers. He unbuckled his belt, pulled down his trousers, his desire already aroused. His thick, long penis mimicked the position of intercourse, thrusting against Feng Qiao's crotch.
He kissed her neck, unbuttoning her skirt one button at a time.
Feng Qiao was dizzy from the kisses, only to hear him say, "Raise your hands."
The next second, her dress was pulled down over her head, and her firm body pressed against him instantly.
Feng Qiao was only wearing nipple covers with her dress today, and their hot bodies embracing each other made her heart almost jump out of her chest.
Cheng Zhan's lips continued to move down, finally stopping at her nipple, and then he used his teeth to tear off the nipple covers in an extremely erotic manner...
"Ah..." Feng Qiao couldn't help but moan.
He, however, became even more brazen, sucking and licking the tip of her nipple.
Feng Qiao was in extreme discomfort. Her lower body felt incredibly wet, and her lower abdomen felt like it was on fire, desperately needing someone to relieve it…
Cheng Zhan seemed to have finally had his fill of those cherry-like breasts. He straightened up, gave Feng Qiao a deep look, and the next second, he bent down, picked her up, and carried her into the bedroom.
They both fell onto the soft bed. Cheng Zhan took off his last remaining underwear, revealing his enormous penis.
By the moonlight, Feng Qiao could clearly see Cheng Zhan's thing…
it was really thick and long, looking ferocious and terrifying…
In a daze, she felt a chill below.
Feng Qiao looked down; at this moment, they were truly naked before each other.
Cheng Zhan opened the bedside drawer, took out a condom, and put it on.
Then he leaned down, his fingers probing Feng Qiao's vulva, gently rubbing it. "So wet…"
"I'm a little scared," Feng Qiao confessed.
Cheng Zhan parted her legs. "You'll have to become a woman eventually."
"Ah…"
Before she finished speaking, he had already slowly penetrated her.
He thrust almost all the way in, causing her pain, while he almost groaned with pleasure.
He caressed her soft breasts, kneading and shaping them, their virginity's tightness driving him mad; he needed to help her relax.
Cheng Zhan slowly moved his hips, his thick penis grinding repeatedly against her clitoris.
He repeatedly tried to make her leave, but she insisted on provoking him.
The slow thrusting was maddening; he pressed her hard onto the bed, gradually increasing the speed…
“Hmm… slower…” Feng Qiao unconsciously tightened her grip on his penis.
“Mmm, Xiao Qiao, you're so tight…” Cheng Zhan's scalp was tingling; he really wanted to fuck her wildly.
Feng Qiao was almost lost in his calling her “Xiao Qiao”; she hugged Cheng Zhan, her chest pressed tightly against him, welcoming his advances.
The pain gradually subsided, and a tingling sensation spread through the inner walls of her vagina. Cheng Zhan sensed that she had adapted, so he thrust his thick, long penis hard into Feng Qiao's body. He fucked her fiercely, almost hitting her core every time.
"Hahn... Cheng, Director Cheng..."
Sweat dripped from Cheng Zhan's forehead onto Feng Qiao's nipples. He panted as he reminded her, "Call my name."
"Cheng... Cheng Zhan, ah!"
Cheng Zhan once again pounded into her cervix, his scrotum slapping hard against her labia, a sensation that was both painful and pleasurable.
"Say it again!" Cheng Zhan fucked the girl beneath him with ferocity, the pure yet alluring girl... his girl...
"Cheng Zhan... ahhh..."
With Feng Qiao's moans, Cheng Zhan penetrated her body again and again, his large penis pounding her vagina until it was overflowing with lustful fluids.
Beneath him, Feng Qiao swayed her breasts, moaning wantonly. It felt so good, so pleasurable…
The next second, Cheng Zhan flipped Feng Qiao over again, leaving her kneeling on the bed. Cheng Zhan held her slender waist and thrust into her from behind once more.
“Ah…!” The rear entry was heavy and deep, and Feng Qiao couldn’t bear it, arching her head and moaning heavily.
Cheng Zhan gripped her waist, thrusting again and again, rotating his penis as it entered her uterus, then forcefully pulling it out, bringing out a clump of tender flesh.
The girl, experiencing love for the first time, moaned incessantly as he fucked her, her vagina overflowing with fluids.
He reached out and kneaded her breasts, increasing the force and thrusting harder. The girl couldn't support her body and almost hit the headboard. Cheng Zhan withdrew his penis, supported her, and made her lie face down on the bed. Then he lifted one of her legs and inserted himself again from the side. He was like a tireless beast, changing positions and fucking the girl beneath him.
Feng Qiao almost knelt down and begged for mercy. Overwhelming orgasms came one after another. She moaned until her voice was hoarse, and her lower body was overflowing with lustful fluids. The thick, long penis was rubbing against her flower hole until it started to hurt...
"Let me go... Ahh, I'm going to be fucked to death..."
Cheng Zhan chuckled, "Not good enough."
He pressed her waist and began to thrust, his penis pounding deeper and harder with each thrust. He gradually increased the force of his thrusts, and finally he tightly gripped Feng Qiao's waist and released violently.
Hmm, it's been a long time since I've done this... I really lost control...
[The End]

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