Chapter 563: He's still so considerate

Did she see heaven? Looking at Song Yaxian's dazed yet deeply satisfied eyes, Song Qingli knew she probably wasn't faking it. Even if she were, she would at least need to do it while Zheng Qian was around. He had already run off somewhere, so there was absolutely no need to act.

"Is it really… that comfortable?" Song Yaxian nodded with infinite shyness. After resting for a moment, she was finally able to stand up with difficulty to grab the mop.

Song Qingli was truly envious. She didn't have much dating experience, and her experience in that area naturally wasn't particularly rich either. After finishing with her previous boyfriend, although she was relatively satisfied, that was only relative to herself; she didn't know what the "heaven" Song Yaxian described actually felt like. In the past, after they finished, she even had to go downstairs to buy cigarettes for her boyfriend.

"He… he was the basketball team captain, so his physical fitness should be good, right? Could it be that Senior Zheng Qian is even more impressive than him?" Song Qingli couldn't help but feel suspicious. Even though she didn't want to believe it, she couldn't help but start fantasizing about it in her mind. The more she fantasized, the more curious she became, and she even wanted to secretly install a camera.

"Oh my, why am I so dirty-minded now? No, I absolutely must not have thoughts like this!" Blushing, Song Qingli threw this thought out of her mind and quickly stood up to take the mop. "Let me do it, you go rest. Goodness, even though you're young, you can't be this crazy. We still have work to do today. Senior, he… um, does he have abs? How many abs does he have? Are they firm? Can they twitch? Does he have a V-line?"

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"Oh, they really can twitch? What have you been eating lately to be so full of energy?"

Meanwhile, Zheng Qian arrived at Wei Rusi's office. She was sprawled over Zheng Qian, her jade-like hands touching his twitching abs, her eyes full of surprise. She remembered that although Zheng Qian's body was firm before and his physique was quite good, and one could vaguely see his eight-pack abs, it was by no means as well-defined as it was now.

Well, this was naturally because Zheng Qian had purchased the [Devil's Ab Workout: 500 Million]. He realized that it was impossible to directly max out the strength of his weapon. If he wanted to reach his goal, he had to train the muscles in many different areas. When the weapon is in combat, the human muscle groups generate a synergistic effect, not just the weapon alone; it involves the waist, abdomen, legs, heart, lungs, hands… and other comprehensive, multi-dimensional coordinated actions.

"Where is Jiang Yanran? Didn't you just say she had arrived?" Zheng Qian stroked Wei Rusi's head as she nestled against his chest like a kitten. The softness of her bust was pressed tightly against Zheng Qian's lower abdomen, and feeling his twitching abs made her feel as if she had discovered a new world, unable to keep her hands off him.

"She just ran out after taking a few calls." Wei Rusi shrugged her nose indifferently. She looked at Zheng Qian mischievously and said meaningfully, "I have seen the profile of Miss Jiang Yanran; she seems to have a lot of prestige in Jiangnan. When… do you plan to take her?"

This remark couldn't help but make Zheng Qian laugh.

"Everyone else is desperate to keep their men tied to their apron strings, but you, on the other hand, why do you keep pushing me away?"

"Hmph, I would like to tie you up, but can I even tie you down!" Wei Rusi said fiercely, "Damn it, you… oh my, I'm not joking, it seems to have really expanded…"

Just as Wei Rusi was about to take it out to study it carefully, the door opened. Within the entire bank, everyone held Wei Rusi in high regard, knowing she was a woman who had once proven herself in the United States. During meetings, her expression was as cold as frost, and ordinary people dared not even make eye contact with her for fear of being questioned by Wei Rusi. Everyone revered Wei Rusi as the [Cold and Aloof Beautiful Banker]. A goddess in their dreams. Therefore, no one dared to enter without knocking. So there was only one explanation.

"Excuse me, I just took a call… Hmm? Where is Miss Wei Rusi?" Jiang Yanran said as she pushed the door open, but only saw Zheng Qian sitting alone behind the executive desk.

"Oh, she just went out on some business; she has a meeting." Zheng Qian awkwardly lit a cigarette and quickly pointed to the sofa, which was some distance away from the executive desk. "President Jiang, please sit down first. I'll have my secretary pour you some tea in a moment. Ouch… ah, it's nothing, hahahaha, I accidentally burned myself with the cigarette butt just now. Anyway, you never visit without a reason, what made you suddenly think of me?"

Jiang Yanran looked at Zheng Qian suspiciously; the more she looked, the stranger she felt. In fact… Wei Rusi was right under the desk. If it had been another woman familiar with him, it would have been easier to explain, but Jiang Yanran had never had an intimate relationship with Zheng Qian. In a sense, she wasn't even part of The Group, at most, a strategic partner. He had been playing with her just moments ago, and he never expected anyone to walk in directly, so he was terrified. Fortunately, Zheng Qian was quick-witted and immediately let her down. He originally wanted Wei Rusi to stand next to him, but Wei Rusi kept feeling that Jiang Yanran had seen her… so she stubbornly refused to come out and simply hid underneath. The executive desk had a privacy panel facing outward, so from Jiang Yanran's angle, she couldn't see anything. She could only see Zheng Qian sitting upright.

The most critical thing was that although Wei Rusi acted like a cold and aloof female CEO in front of outsiders, in front of Zheng Qian and his women, she was a completely different person—very funny, cheerful, and outgoing, just like she was now. It was unclear if Wei Rusi had learned this stunt from a movie. She refused to let Zheng Qian pull her up. This was fatal; where had Zheng Qian ever played such a thrilling scene? He almost lost control and moaned.

"You… what's wrong?" Jiang Yanran hadn't seen Zheng Qian for a long time, and for some reason, she really wanted to talk to him more. But as soon as she walked in, Zheng Qian had actually made her sit so far away, and his face was a bit flushed—could he have a cold? Sigh, he was still so considerate; he must be worried about infecting her.

"I… I'm fine…" Zheng Qian said awkwardly.

"I'm fine too. Are you afraid of infecting me? Oh, Zheng Qian, Zheng Qian, I heard you've been making constant moves here in Shanghu, but you've forgotten about our business entirely! I've investigated it clearly; those shipping companies are now in the hands of the Shanghai Americas Club…" As Jiang Yanran spoke, she walked towards Zheng Qian. Weren't there chairs right across from the desk? Why did he insist on sitting on the sofa by the wall? "If I don't come to find you, you will never come to find me, right?"