Why did the words "personal assistant" sound so jarring coming from her?
His deep, dark eyes met hers. "She is my assistant, yes, but you, Qin Yige, are my wife!"
What was there to compare between an assistant and a wife?
Qin Yige feigned shyness. "I'm so happy you think that way!"
Happy? Yes, she was ecstatic!
Shang Sheng would never know how much anger Qin Yige was suppressing as she played along with him.
However, while Shang Sheng didn't know how much pain she was enduring, he knew she was acting. He simply watched her act without a word.
Hearing footsteps outside, Qin Yige reacted swiftly, rushing to the man already seated at the desk and wrapping her arms around his neck.
Instantly, her unique scent filled the air, causing Shang Sheng to momentarily lose his train of thought.
"Honey, I'll wait here for you to finish working, and then we can go home together, okay?" She pretended not to see the person who had entered, her eyes wide as she met his gaze.
Chen Ling's face darkened at the sight. Her grip on the tray tightened, and she cleared her throat to remind them, "Mr. Shang, Mrs. Shang, your coffee is ready!"
Qin Yige then seemed to notice her, offering a shy smile as if about to release Shang Sheng's neck.
However, to her surprise, before she could create any distance between them, a strong arm suddenly encircled her waist. With a gentle pull, she was drawn into his embrace.
While she was still dazed, he pressed her onto his lap and sat down, turning slightly.
"Just leave the coffee there. Secretary Chen, go tend to your work. You are not to disturb us without my permission!"
Suppressing the bitterness in her heart, Chen Ling nodded and softly replied, "Yes, Mr. Shang."
The office door closed, leaving them alone in the spacious room.
Looking at the man so close to her, Qin Yige's cheeks flushed, and her heart pounded faster.
When she spoke again, her voice was a little stammered. "Shang, Shang Sheng, what, what do you want?"
Suddenly, she inexplicably found this man incredibly handsome!
She had always heard others, especially Tang Anruo, praise how handsome Shang Sheng was, but she had always dismissed it. Yet, at this moment, she seemed to understand his attractiveness!
His sharp brows, deep eyes, profound gaze, perfectly sculpted features, and lips curved into a playful, alluring smile – he was unbelievably handsome.
What was most important was his aura! At this moment, he exuded a sense of regal authority, elegant and noble, with a hint of distant mystery, a departure from his usual cold demeanor.
And his scent, too. A few days ago it was mint, today it was sandalwood. The only imperfection was a faint hint of tobacco.
While tobacco had its own scent, she didn't like it. It would have been perfect without it.
Her gaze continued downward. Two or three buttons of his white shirt were undone, allowing her to clearly see his sexy Adam's apple from her angle. Then, his well-defined chest muscles, his sculpted abs—
His shirt and pants were such a bother—
A low, husky voice sounded in her ear. "Want to look further down?"
He didn't mind.
Qin Yige suddenly snapped back to reality. The tingling sensation in her ear sent a shiver down her spine. She quickly shook her head. "No, no."
This was enough!
"No?" He raised her chin with one hand.
Before she could nod, her head was cradled in his large palm, and her tender lips were taken by his strong, possessive kiss.
Qin Yige wanted to escape, but there was nowhere to go.
Sensing her struggle, he only deepened the kiss.
In the luxuriously decorated two-hundred-square-meter office, the girl sat on the man's lap, his arms around her waist, kissing each other passionately.
After an unknown amount of time, a phone ringing jolted the two immersed in each other.
Qin Yige's cheeks burned to the point of blushing. She dared not look at the man breathing heavily beside her, and frantically searched her backpack for her incessantly ringing phone.
She answered, her voice still trembling slightly. "Hello, Brother Chu Rang."
—Chu Rang.
Shang Sheng tightened his grip on the girl's waist.
The sudden force around her waist almost made Qin Yige cry out. She bit her lower lip, trying to suppress the scream that was about to escape. At the same time, she subtly pinched his arm, signaling him to behave.
Chu Rang, oblivious to the fact that he had interrupted something good, shouted into the phone, "Yige, come out and have some fun! What have you been busy with these days? Brother hasn't seen you in ages."
Qin Yige: "I haven't been busy with anything much..."
She tried to pull away from the hands around her waist, but to no avail.
"It's just too hot, I don't feel like going out."
"Oh, then come out now, Brother will buy you drinks."
This time, before Qin Yige could answer, her phone was snatched away.
"Are you very idle?" Shang Sheng's voice, tinged with a hint of coldness, rang out.
Chu Rang shivered. "Ah Sheng, are you with Yige?" He glanced at his watch. "It's not even eight yet, why are you off work so early?"
"Is there something else?"
"How are you and Yige doing lately?" After asking, Chu Rang immediately regretted it.
He felt like he had asked a redundant question.
"Just wait for the wedding gift; you don't need to worry about anything else." Shang Sheng said, then hung up the phone.
Retrieving her phone, Qin Yige stood up and said softly, "I need to go..."
He didn't release her, staring at her slightly swollen cherry lips. "Didn't you just say you wanted to leave work together?"
"I changed my mind." She didn't want to be alone with him anymore; it was too dangerous!
Coming to his company to find him gave her the feeling of a little lamb seeking a wolf.
"Wait for me a few minutes, we'll go back together."
"Your work..." She glanced at the documents on the desk.
"We'll talk about it later."
Qin Yige had intended to refuse, but thinking of the annoying person waiting outside, she had no choice but to agree. "Okay."
Shang Sheng tidied her clothes. Qin Yige, her face flushed, gave him a glare and picked up the now cold coffee to go to the side.
"The coffee has gone cold, don't drink it anymore," Shang Sheng reminded her.
"It's okay, the weather is hot, drinking something cold is fine." It would be a waste to pour it away.
Qin Yige held the coffee and sat on the sofa. Then, she quietly added, "It would be even better with some ice!"
In this sweltering heat, iced coffee was truly divine!
Shang Sheng hesitated for a few seconds, remembering the temperature outside, which was over thirty degrees Celsius. He pressed the intercom and instructed the person on the other end, "Secretary Chen, please bring some ice for Mrs. Shang."
Qin Yige was about to say it wasn't necessary to trouble her, but Shang Sheng had already hung up.
Within two minutes, there was a knock on the office door, and Chen Ling entered with ice.
She walked directly to the lounge area. "Mrs. Shang, here is the ice you wanted—"
When her gaze inadvertently fell upon Qin Yige's lips, the rest of her words vanished, and tears nearly welled up in her eyes.
Looking at her strange expression, Qin Yige was genuinely confused. She... seemed very upset?