Behind a door, Liu Yichen’s heart felt immensely satisfied.
But what was that clicking sound?
Liu Yichen didn’t know that at this moment, Li Zhiyan was pressing Catherine against the door, kissing her passionately.
Liu Jinxin’s heart was equally thrilled.
As expected, he had chosen the right person to follow. By sticking close to the president, he could easily oppose Li Zhiyan and watch the president’s mother handle Li Zhiyan with effortless grace.
In the room, slowly, Li Zhiyan wrapped his arms around Catherine’s waist.
While kissing Catherine, Li Zhiyan’s heart stirred with an unusual feeling—he knew better than anyone that Catherine looked down on him.
But punishing Catherine for her disdain toward him truly gave Li Zhiyan a strange sense of satisfaction.
At first, Catherine felt nothing but humiliation.
But gradually, she let herself go completely, allowing the kiss to reach perfection.
After a long while, the two finally parted.
"Li Zhiyan, our agreement is fulfilled. You should leave now."
Still savoring the moment, Li Zhiyan wiped the lipstick off his lips and left the room.
Once outside, he saw Liu Yichen and Liu Jinxin standing not far away. The two must have heard something but didn’t catch everything clearly.
After grabbing his bag at his workstation and leaving, Liu Jinxin said excitedly, "Looks like the president made some agreement with Li Zhiyan to humiliate him."
The two exchanged a glance, both inwardly delighted.
Meanwhile, Catherine locked the door behind her and walked toward her office chair.
She kept muttering curses under her breath about Li Zhiyan.
"That damned, lowly yellow-skinned man."
"He actually kissed me again."
Catherine sat down in her chair.
Her disdain for Li Zhiyan grew deeper in her heart, yet the lingering sense of humiliation continued to spread and intensify.
After claiming his wild bonus, Li Zhiyan found a quiet spot to slack off before planning to start on his afternoon tasks.
During this time, He Yanrong couldn’t concentrate at all.
What did that child mean when he didn’t answer her question?
He Yanrong felt that perhaps Li Zhiyan truly liked her. Last night, while sleeping, He Yanrong even dreamed of being in a hotel room with Li Zhiyan...
She chalked it up to having suppressed herself for too long, which led to such strange dreams.
He Yanrong kept telling herself internally that she didn’t know what was truly going on in her heart anymore.
At this moment, she and Liu Li were lying in a private room, each on a massage bed, with plenty of fruit nearby. Most of He Yanrong’s leisure time was spent here.
Naturally, Liu Li had noticed her unusual behavior.
"Rongrong, what’s wrong with you? You’ve been so distracted lately."
"Don’t tell me you’re actually in love with Li Zhiyan."
Watching He Yanrong’s alluring face instantly turn red, Liu Li sat up, looking very serious.
"Rongrong, you really fell for Li Zhiyan? Are you crazy?!"
"Given our line of work, how could you have such thoughts?"
In that moment, Liu Li’s first impression was that He Yanrong had gone mad.
"You haven’t sought anyone all these years, but even if you found someone in their forties or thirties, with your beauty, you could settle down and make something of it. I wouldn’t say a word."
"But Li Zhiyan is just a college student. How could you even entertain such an idea?"
"You know what happened to me before, don’t you? I found someone unreliable, got cheated out of all my money, and ended up coming back to work as a masseuse again."
Hearing Liu Li’s words, He Yanrong instinctively countered.
"What nonsense are you talking? Xiao Yan isn’t like that—he has a kind heart."
As soon as she said it, she realized she’d focused on the wrong point in her rebuttal. She didn’t actually have those kinds of feelings for Li Zhiyan, just concerns about his thoughts and intentions.
"See? You just admitted it!"
Liu Li seized on her slip.
"It seems like you really do have feelings for Li Zhiyan—falling for a 20-year-old kid."
"Looks like you’ve been secretly repressing yourself for years, and now your loneliness is exploding full-force."
"It’s normal, though. Any woman would feel lonely sometimes."
"But you must make sure to take proper precautions."
"If you keep talking, I’ll rip your mouth off!"
"That’s not how it is at all!"
He Yanrong hastily retorted in frustration.
"Li Zhiyan and I are just regular acquaintances, a mentor and a mentee. I admire him, but I don’t like him or want to be with him. With such a big age gap between us, how could that be possible?"
"It’s just that he said he likes mature women."
"Yesterday, when I asked him whether he liked Shen Hongmei or Lai Feifei, he didn’t answer, but his gaze seemed strange when he looked at me."
"So I’m a little worried—does he actually like me?"
Liu Li lay back down, leisurely munching on fruit.
"What’s so wrong about this? You’re an adult, and you’re single."
"Li Zhiyan is also an adult, and he’s single too. Him liking you is perfectly normal."
"Rongrong, I actually think you could have a relationship with Li Zhiyan. As long as you don’t expect it to last forever, the time ahead would just be filled with endless happiness."
"Young men his age have plenty of energy. Li Zhiyan looks like someone with lots of strength."
"Stop saying such ridiculous things. Xiao Yan may be immature, but I’m not, okay?"