50: Vinegar-braised meatballs

Shang Wan Ning lowered her eyes to meet the blazing gaze of her Secretary-General. "Last night... last night... didn't we just have some!"

"I'm not full!" Ling Qi caressed the rosy collarbone of the person before her.

Shang Wan Ning fell silent for a moment, suppressing the shyness in her heart. "I... I've reached the early stage of the fourth rank!!!"

Watching her BOSS's bashful appearance, a few low chuckles escaped Ling Qi's throat. "May I ask, fourth-rank BOSS Shang, how many hours can you last without…?"

"How can a girl be so blunt?" Shang Wan Ning pouted indignantly, pinching Ling Qi's arm.

Before long, red marks appeared on Ling Qi's fair, tender arm.

Seeing this, Shang Wan Ning felt a pang of heartache and couldn't help but rub the red marks.

When they didn't fade, she leaned in and kissed them a few times.

"If we're talking about being blunt, I'm not as bad as you, BOSS~ especially when we're on the couch." A hint of playfulness flashed in Ling Qi's eyes as she reached out and pinched Shang Wan Ning's 'little seven'.

"When was I?" Shang Wan Ning widened her eyes.

Ling Qi gently bit Shang Wan Ning's earlobe. "You are. The way you look when you're aroused is something only I can catch a glimpse of."

"You hooligan~ Qi!"

Ling Qi slightly curled the tip of her index finger and let out a soft "tsk," feeling inspired.

"Perhaps~ we could try it right now..." Before she could finish, she leaned down and kissed Shang Wan Ning's lips.

Shang Wan Ning felt a current of electricity surge through her entire body, and her initial shyness was instantly replaced by desire.

She responded to Ling Qi's kiss, wrapping her arms tightly around her body.

Within just a few seconds, her breathing began to rise and fall in sync with Ling Qi's cool lips.

Ling Qi kissed her gently, and as she kissed, her hand moved to rub against her buttocks...

Just as the two were lost in passion, a series of urgent knocks suddenly sounded at the door.

Ling Qi frowned, reluctantly pulling away from her BOSS's lips.

The latter took the opportunity to take a few deep breaths, calming her heartbeat.

A minute later, Shang Wan Ning quickly smoothed out the wrinkles on her cheongsam and sat upright back in the chair behind her.

Ling Qi walked to the wooden door with an expressionless face, opened it with a "whoosh," and said coldly, "Come in!"

"Pardon the intrusion."

A male waiter pushed a dining cart and skillfully placed the dishes one by one onto the round table. "Please enjoy your meal, guests!"

After speaking, he moved to Ling Qi's side and secretly slipped a note into the drawer.

Then, he pushed the dining cart away quickly and shut the door on his way out.

This series of actions—keeping his head lowered, serving the dishes, and closing the door—was as smooth and fluid as flowing water.

Shang Wan Ning crossed her legs and stared intently at Ling Qi, saying sarcastically, "Oh my! A little note."

Upon hearing this, Ling Qi's heart skipped a beat.

"Oh boy!"

Consequently, she hurriedly shook her head honestly.

"BOSS! It's a misunderstanding! I don't know him at all."

"Heh! Just eating a meal, and someone is already rushing to ask to be kept," Shang Wan Ning said, her voice slightly perverse and filled with dissatisfaction.

Ling Qi stood up, her little fingers tightly clasped. She looked at Shang Wan Ning with an innocent expression, "Really, I swear!"

Shang Wan Ning chuckled softly and picked up her chopsticks to start eating.

Seeing that her BOSS was no longer pursuing the matter, Ling Qi breathed a sigh of relief and sat down to eat with her.

After they had eaten their fill, Shang Wan Ning leaned back contentedly against the soft back of the chair.

She tilted her head and looked at Ling Qi: "Secretary-General, how are the sweet and sour meatballs from this place?"

"They're alright."

Ling Qi raised an eyebrow at her BOSS, glancing at the empty plate of sweet and sour meatballs on the table. "Can you still stomach any more vinegar?"

"Vinegar? No, I'm not jealous, I'm eating meatballs."

"I'm not that petty!" Shang Wan Ning's tone was very serious.

This made Ling Qi hesitate for a moment, and she cheated by teleporting onto Shang Wan Ning's lap.

"You're really not jealous? A whole big plate of meatballs!" Her fingertips moved to the back of Shang Wan Ning's neck, gently kneading it.

It made her BOSS involuntarily squint her eyes in comfort, her voice softening, "Was I jealous? Oh! I was jealous."

"Who leaves a note asking to be kept right in front of the partner? They have absolutely no professional ethics!"

Ling Qi thought to herself, "My boss is a jealous type; her jealousy is so strong that just smelling it makes one sour—comparable to ten-year-old aged vinegar."

"Hey! Are you listening to your boss?" Shang the Tsundere pouted.

Hearing Shang Wan Ning's words, Ling Qi laughed softly, wrapped her arms around Shang Wan Ning's neck, and said affectionately in her ear, "Alright, I know, I won't let this happen again next time."

Shang Wan Ning enjoyed Ling Qi's closeness, the corners of her mouth lifting involuntarily, but she still pretended to be serious and said, "You'd better keep your word."

"Mhm!" Ling Qi brazenly sized up her BOSS's ample bosom. "D+!"

"What is it?" Shang Wan Ning sensed Ling Qi's desire, and a blush spread across her cheeks.

"I'm thinking about how to enjoy the after-dinner dessert later." Ling Qi's mouth curled into a faint smile as she leaned her upper body closer to Shang Wan Ning.

Shang Wan Ning's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she pursed her lips.

"Who's the top and who's the bottom tonight isn't set in stone yet!"

"Oh! Is that so?"

Ling Qi's eyes turned cold, and she swung her arm with force, pulling Shang Wan Ning tightly into her arms.

Her figure flashed, instantly vanishing from the spot, and in the blink of an eye, she returned to the staff dormitory.

Upon arriving at the door, Ling Qi impatiently raised her foot and kicked hard at the tightly closed bedroom door.

With a loud "bang," the door swung open in response.

Ling Qi carried Shang Wan Ning into the bedroom and gently placed her on the bed.

Without waiting for Shang Wan Ning to react, Ling Qi leaned down and pressed her body against her, supporting herself with her hands on either side, gazing intently into her eyes.

"You..." Shang Wan Ning's heartbeat grew more rapid, and her breathing became somewhat chaotic.

There was a hint of ambiguity in Ling Qi's expression.

Her lips slowly neared Shang Wan Ning's ear, and she whispered softly, "Now, does BOSS still think who's the top and who's the bottom tonight isn't certain?"

After speaking, Ling Qi's kiss landed on Shang Wan Ning's neck, and her hand also began to mischievously unfasten the buttons of Shang Wan Ning's cheongsam.

"You shouldn't engage in strenuous exercise for half an hour after a meal..." Shang Wan Ning looked up, straightened her back, and swatted away Ling Qi's restless hand.

Ling Qi paused; she never expected her BOSS to use "this" excuse to try and discourage her.

She reached out and grabbed the collar of Shang Wan Ning's cheongsam, looking down at her fair side profile as she asked, "Is it okay if I just lie down!"

Shang Wan Ning felt a surge of joy and replied without a moment's hesitation, "It would be much better if we both just lay down on the board."

Ling Qi sighed deeply, "BOSS, won't you? Your Subordinate won't laugh at you."

Shang Wan Ning pursed her lips, and looking at Ling Qi's earnest expression, she was instantly defeated. "So infuriating!"

"Are you underestimating me?"

Shang Wan Ning lowered her eyelids halfway and pushed Ling Qi down onto the bed.

She immediately channeled her spiritual energy to pin Ling Qi down~

Shang Wan Ning sneered, "Doesn't the Secretary-General like to practice? The night is long, and we can practice slowly~"

At this moment, the atmosphere in the room gradually heated up, permeated with a thick scent of desire...