The subtle fragrance in the office

Ever since Tao Ming spoke with Peng Chuanwei, Peng Chuanwei had harbored resentment towards him. "Trying to control me? No way!" Peng Chuanwei grinned menacingly.
Actually, Tao Ming didn't want to cross Peng Chuanwei, after all, he was the chairman, but if he kept squandering company funds, the company would eventually go bankrupt.
Tao Ming had no other choice; he knew the consequences of his conversation with Peng Chuanwei.
Tao Ming began to be wary of Peng Chuanwei.
"Pang Ying, from now on, no one can withdraw funds without my signature,"
Tao Ming said to Pang Ying in the finance office.
"What about Chairman Peng's?"
Pang Ying asked sarcastically. Ever since her relationship with Tao Ming ended, she had harbored resentment towards him, and his rekindling of his relationship with Hua Juan had made her lose all hope in him.
"Not even Chairman Peng,"
Tao Ming said firmly.
Actually, Pang Ying asked this question to deflate Tao Ming's arrogance, so she brought up Peng Chuanwei, thinking, "Peng Chuanwei, you should be afraid, right?" She wanted to use Peng Chuanwei to suppress his arrogance.
"Chairman Peng won't do either,"
Tao Ming said.
"What? What did you say?"
Pang Ying seemed not to have heard Tao Ming clearly.
"I said, from now on, without my signature, not a single penny can be spent in the company,"
Tao Ming emphasized again.
Pang Ying couldn't believe her ears. Tao Ming was truly audacious, daring to disregard Peng Chuanwei. For years, this company had been monopolized by Peng Chuanwei, and now that Tao Ming was showing such boldness, Pang Ying admired him.
"Okay,"
Pang Ying said, cooperating with Tao Ming's work. "I'll do whatever you say. Now you're the general manager of this company, and I will resolutely obey your decisions."
Tao Ming smiled with satisfaction; he was now truly experiencing the power of authority.
"President Tao, you've been very busy lately?"
Pang Ying asked. In the company, she called Tao Ming "President Tao," as was the rule; in the company, they were in a superior-subordinate relationship.
“Yes,”
Tao Ming said, “I’ve been very busy lately. How about you?”
Tao Ming suddenly remembered the days and nights he spent with Pang Ying. Pang Ying was such a beautiful woman, and very feminine. However, when he was competing with Peng Chuanwei, she didn’t stand by his side, which made him distance himself from her.
But as time passed, Tao Ming thought Pang Ying was very good. After all, she was a competent manager because she didn’t leak company secrets. Such a person is calm, even when blinded by desire. She can remain calm, which is rare.
“What could I be busy with? Mr. Tao, please have a seat.”
Pang Ying’s office had two desks and a sofa. Tao Ming sat down on the sofa. The desk used to belong to Hua Juan, but now Hua Juan had been promoted to company manager, and the seat was occupied by a young woman named Lin Hong.
Tao Ming glanced at Lin Hong. Lin Hong was wearing a black and white checkered dress and was working intently at the computer. She typed very fast, and the keyboard made a high-pitched groaning sound, which was so pleasant to hear.
Pang Ying also sat down. But she didn't sit on the sofa; instead, she sat at her desk, working on her computer while chatting with Tao Ming. Although this somewhat neglected Tao Ming, as the company's general manager, he was still very pleased to see his employee's enthusiasm.
While Tao Ming and Pang Ying chatted, Lin Hong would occasionally raise her head and glance at them with her beautiful eyes. This charming woman gave Tao Ming a refreshing and beautiful impression.
Watching Pang Ying work diligently, Tao Ming felt a surge of affection. Previously, Hua Juan had been her subordinate—that is, Lin Hong's current position. Now, things had changed. Hua Juan was Pang Ying's direct supervisor, while Pang Ying remained stagnant. Tao Ming felt a pang of pity for her; after all, she had worked for the company for many years and made indelible contributions.
"Pang Ying, how's our company doing?"
Tao Ming asked. "What do you mean?"
Pang Ying raised her head. "You mean the economy?"
Tao Ming nodded. He took out a cigarette, but after glancing at the two ladies, he put it back.
"Mr. Tao, feel free to smoke, it's alright,"
Lin Hong said with a fawning smile.
Pang Ying was furious at Lin Hong's talkativeness. She glared at Lin Hong.
But Lin Hong didn't give up because of Pang Ying's hint.
"Mr. Tao is young and capable, managing the company very well,"
Lin Hong smiled sweetly.
Although Tao Ming knew Lin Hong was flattering him, he still felt pleased.
"You flatter me, it's the result of the whole company's hard work,"
Tao Ming said modestly. "
Mr. Tao,"
Pang Ying interrupted their conversation, probably out of a woman's innate jealousy. "Don't be fooled by the company's apparent prosperity; there are still hidden dangers,"
Tao Ming said with a serious expression. “Pang Ying, tell me what you think.”
Pang Ying glanced at Lin Hong, and Tao Ming immediately understood. “Alright then, let’s talk later. I have to go now. You two beauties, get busy,”
Tao Ming said jokingly as he left.
Tao Ming felt uneasy in his office. Was the company really failing? What was Pang Ying implying?
Tao Ming picked up the phone and called Pang Ying.
“Pang Ying, are you free after work tonight?”
Tao Ming asked after the call connected.
“What’s up?”
Pang Ying wasn’t enthusiastic.
“I’d like to invite you to dinner. We haven’t seen each other in a long time,”
Tao Ming said.
“Then why did you think of me today?”
Pang Ying asked sharply. “Aren’t you surrounded by so many beautiful women? Do you need a withered flower like me?”
“What are you talking about?”
Tao Ming said. “You’re a delicate flower in the company.”
“I’m not a flower,”
Pang Ying said. “I don’t want to be a flower either, because the fate of flowers is always tragic. They bloom in competition, and wither in misery. I don’t want to be a flower.”
“You seem like a poet,”
Tao Ming said. "Would you like to come out tonight?"
"Who's coming?"
Pang Ying asked.
"Hua Juan,"
Tao Ming said.
"Then I won't go,"
Pang Ying said. "Okay then,"
Tao Ming said, as if making a decision. "Just the two of us."
"Then I won't go either."
"Why?"
Tao Ming asked, puzzled.
“I’m not asking anything, I just don’t want to be alone with you,”
Pang Ying said.
“How about we bring Lin Hong along?”
Tao Ming suggested.
“Then I’m even less likely to go,”
Pang Ying said angrily.
“Pang Ying, stop acting like a child,”
Tao Ming said. “It’s settled then. Come to the Grand Hotel tonight, to room 3221. I’ll wait for you there.”
“Did you have some ulterior motive?”
Pang Ying asked. “The room’s already booked, I’m even less likely to go.”
“Stop being sentimental,”
Tao Ming said. “It’s settled then.”
Tao Ming hung up the phone. His feelings were very complicated. Actually, with Hua Juan involved, he didn’t want to continue his relationship with Pang Ying, because Hua Juan loved him, and he loved Hua Juan too. But for the sake of the company’s interests, he had to contact Pang Ying, and contact inevitably led to sparks. If that happened, he felt he would be betraying Hua Juan. Tao Ming waited in this unpredictable date, torn between these conflicting emotions. Hua Juan longed for her body hair to grow back, to be as thick and dark as before. She often gazed at her body in the large mirror in the bathroom.
Hua Juan had a beautiful body, with delicate, fair skin. Her high, full breasts were round and round, like beautiful lotus flowers, dazzling and captivating. Not only did men love her body, but even other women were amazed by it.
Her gaze swept over her abdomen, landing on the well-developed triangle area. A surge of warmth rose in her heart.
Hua Juan thought that she could once again open her body to her beloved Tao Ming, enjoying his ultimate caresses.
Thinking this, Hua Juan rushed out of the bathroom, grabbed the phone, and called Tao Ming. She wanted to see him immediately and give him everything she had treasured for so long.
Hua Juan went home after work, and now her first step upon arriving home was to rush into the bathroom to check if her pubic hair had grown back properly—this had become a source of anxiety for her.
But today, when Hua Juan saw the scene she had longed for in the bathroom, her lower body finally underwent a substantial change, just like her first period, making her breathless and her face flush.
Her heart pounded. She wanted to see Tao Ming immediately.
"Tao Ming, where are you?"
Hua Juan asked after the call connected with Tao Ming.
"I'm having dinner with a friend,"
Tao Ming said on the other end. "Is something wrong?"
"Oh, when are you coming back?"
Hua Juan asked.
"I can't say for sure,"
Tao Ming said.
Hua Juan's heart sank. She had been excited to be with Tao Ming, but he hadn't understood her feelings, which disappointed her greatly.
"Who is it?"
Hua Juan heard a woman's voice on the phone. Her heart tightened, and she hurriedly pressed the call button.
Who could this woman be? Was Tao Ming seeing this woman for work or for physical intimacy?
Hua Juan fell into painful contemplation.
Tao Ming and Pang Ying met as planned at the Grand Hotel.
"Tao Ming, this is the first time you've invited me since you became general manager,"
Pang Ying said after taking her seat at the hotel.
She wore a sleeveless blue dress that evening, revealing her bare shoulders. Her arms were like two snow-white lotus flowers, very alluring. Pang Ying wore a strong perfume, the scent of which was very pungent and tempting Tao Ming's senses.
“Pang Ying, you’re so sexy,”
Tao Ming complimented. “What would you like to drink?”
“Some baijiu,”
Pang Ying said. “We’re happy today, let’s drink until we drop.”
“What’s up today? You seem to be in a great mood,”
Tao Ming said.
Pang Ying put her bag on the chair, looked up at Tao Ming, “You’ve been quite pleased with yourself lately, haven’t you?”
Tao Ming smiled. “What do you mean?”
Pang Ying said, “You think you’re secure just because you’ve become general manager?”
Just then, Hua Juan’s phone rang at an inopportune moment. They talked for a long time, which annoyed Pang Ying. “Who is it?”
Pang demanded of Tao Ming, “Is it that little vixen? Turn it off. Turn off your phone, I need to talk to you, or I’m leaving.”
“Okay, okay,”
Tao Ming hung up. “What’s Peng Chuanwei up to at the company?”
“You need to keep an eye on the company’s stock market; it’s been falling these past few days,”
Pang Ying said. “I don’t think it’s a good sign. Could someone be pulling strings behind the scenes?”
“You mean him?”
Tao Ming asked.
Pang Ying remained silent.

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