73: A broken air conditioner and push-ups: Chen Yun's "suffocation" punishment

The last string of sanity in Wang Fugui's mind snapped.

The office door lock clicked shut, the crisp sound striking Wang Fugui's heart.

Chen Yun didn't do anything immediately; she just leaned against the cold door panel, her chest heaving violently from her rapid breathing. Those seductive phoenix eyes were fixed on Wang Fugui—not as if looking at a subordinate, but more like examining a top-tier ingredient about to be devoured, assessing where best to take the first bite.

The air inside the office heated up rapidly. Wang Fugui's anxiety and unease, mixed with the steam rising from his body, turned the enclosed space into a pressure cooker.

"Sis..." Wang Fugui held the report, feeling completely at a loss.

Chen Yun finally moved. She pushed off from the door and walked step by step in her high heels to sit behind her executive desk, deliberately creating some distance.

She threw the report—which actually had no issues—onto the desk with a soft "thud."

"Wang Fugui, look at you now—unfocused and distracted."

She crossed her legs, her stocking-clad calf tracing a graceful arc under the desk, but her voice was laced with ice shards.

"Your attitude is improper, and your spirit is too lax! In this state, how can you do quality control work?"

Wang Fugui was completely bewildered. He felt more wronged than Dou E. Wasn't this all because of how you two were messing with me?

But he didn't dare say it.

Chen Yun's slender fingers tapped on the desk as she pointed to an empty space in the middle of the office and gave Wang Fugui an incomprehensible order.

"Go, over there, do a hundred push-ups."

"Huh?" Wang Fugui doubted his own ears.

"Don't 'huh' me!" Chen Yun's voice suddenly rose. "Wake up your brain! You won't come back to fix the report until you're finished! This is an order!"

Wang Fugui looked at her face, which brooked no argument, then thought of his livelihood, and finally chose to submit.

Though he didn't know what she was up to, he had to bow his head while under her roof.

He walked to the center of the office, silently took off his soaked tank top to reveal his lean, solid muscles, then leaned down, braced his hands on the floor, and began to execute the ridiculous order one by one.

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

Wang Fugui began doing push-ups.

With every rise and fall of his body, the broad deltoids on his back expanded and contracted. The ridges of his muscles, illuminated by the overhead lights, showed a healthy, athletic sheen of light and shadow. Sweat quickly soaked his back, sliding slowly down the contours of his muscles, brimming with a sense of explosive power.

Chen Yun maintained her previous posture, sitting upright in her executive chair with her chin resting on her hands.

But her once-cold phoenix eyes were now unblinking, her gaze greedily following the up-and-down movement of Wang Fugui's powerful body.

She felt she wasn't watching a ridiculous corporal punishment.

But rather, she was admiring a totem dance of primal wildness and power that belonged only to her.

Every push-up was like a beast ready to pounce; every drop was filled with an aggressive sense of closeness to the ground.

The only sounds left in the office were Wang Fugui's heavy, rhythmic breathing and the "tap, tap" of sweat dripping onto the floor.

Chen Yun's mouth felt dry, as if a fire was burning in her throat.

When Wang Fugui's count passed fifty, his body temperature began to soar, turning him into a veritable human furnace.

Under the catalysis of the high temperature, that domineering male pheromone unique to him was like a detonated atomic bomb, instantly spreading wildly through the enclosed office, reaching an unprecedented and terrifying concentration.

Chen Yun bore the brunt of it.

She felt as if she had been thrown into a barrel full of strong liquor, soaked from the inside out by this pungent, choking scent.

She had been maintaining her supervisor's air and cold demeanor, but now, she felt the bones in her body turning soft and numb from the scent, losing even the strength to sit upright.

Her cheeks were as red as ripe tomatoes, and waves of heat surged through her limbs, making her tremble almost uncontrollably.

She couldn't take it anymore.

If this continued, she would go crazy.

Chen Yun could no longer sit still.

Driven almost entirely by instinct, she stood up. Her high heels made two soft clicks on the floor as she moved around the large desk as if possessed, walking to the side of the sweat-drenched Wang Fugui.

Wang Fugui was still focused on his task, oblivious to the change behind him.

"Your form isn't right; your waist is sagging."

Chen Yun spoke in a voice that sounded foreign even to her, tinged with a slight tremor. Then, she lifted her foot in its black stocking and used the pointed toe to lightly tap Wang Fugui's back muscles, which were as tense as iron plates.

"Here, straighten up."

The scorching temperature from her toe and the feel of those hard muscles made Chen Yun shudder, nearly letting out a groan she couldn't suppress.

Her sanity was crumbling under the impact of those drowning hormones.

Wang Fugui stiffened at her touch, and his movements became clumsy.

"Seventy-eight... seventy-nine..."

He sped up, only wanting to end this bizarre torture as quickly as possible.

By the time he reached the ninetieth, he was dripping with sweat, waves of heat rolling off him, and even his breath was scorching.

Chen Yun suddenly crouched down, bringing her burning face close to his ear.

"Ninety-one... ninety-two..."

She deliberately slowed her counting, letting her jasmine-scented breath brush faintly against Wang Fugui's flushed neck and ear.

Two distinct yet equally lethal scents intertwined and collided in the close quarters.

Wang Fugui's intense masculine scent rushed straight to her head without hindrance, leaving her mind blank and her eyes glazed and unfocused.

Her hand rose slowly and uncontrollably toward Wang Fugui's sweat-slicked, muscular shoulders.

She wanted to touch them.

Just once.

To feel what those steel-like muscles actually felt like.

"Are you hot?"

She murmured unconsciously, her voice soft as a dream.

"Big sister will help... wipe it off..."

Just as her fingertips were about to touch that scorching skin, and she was about to collapse onto his back because her legs had gone weak—!

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Supervisor Chen! Are you in there? There's a problem with a batch of goods that just arrived at the warehouse! It needs to be handled urgently!"

Group Leader Liu Big Head's signature raspy voice exploded outside the door like a sudden thunderclap!

The sound instantly snapped the infatuated Chen Yun awake!

She shuddered as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her from head to toe. All her confusion and desire vanished instantly, replaced only by the panic and fear of having her secret discovered.

She tried to stand up abruptly, but because she had inhaled too much "hormonal toxic gas," her legs gave way, and she tumbled uncontrollably to the side.

"Watch out!"

Hearing the knocking, Wang Fugui also sprang up from the floor. He saw Chen Yun teetering and instinctively reached out to grab her arm.

"Supervisor Chen, should... should I open the door?" he asked earnestly.

Chen Yun pulled her hand away as if struck by an electric shock, stumbling back two steps and only managing to steady herself by leaning against the edge of the desk.

She frantically tidied her messy hair and slightly open collar, taking several deep breaths to suppress her racing heart and the heat in her body.

Her eyes caught the puddle of sweat Wang Fugui had left on the floor. She quickly signaled him with her eyes and lowered her voice.

"Block it!"

Wang Fugui paused for a moment, then understood. He quickly stepped forward, using his body to hide the wet patch.

Only then did Chen Yun clear her throat. In a voice that tried to sound calm but was actually raspy and shaky, she shouted toward the door.

"Come in!"

The lock turned, and Liu Big Head pushed the door open and entered.

The moment he stepped into the office, a wave of heat mixed with heavy male sweat and a strange, sweet fragrance hit him, making his head spin.

Then, he saw the scene inside.

Wang Fugui was shirtless, drenched in sweat, his bronze chest heaving violently.

And their usually ice-cold Supervisor Chen was leaning against the desk, her face flushed, her collar slightly disheveled, her phoenix eyes glistening, also panting for breath.

Liu Big Head's gaze darted back and forth between the two, and he inadvertently noticed the wet puddle on the floor that Wang Fugui was trying to block.

Liu Big Head's mind instantly went "boom," automatically filling in a ten-thousand-word scene of intense, indescribable office "exercise."

Looking at the two of them appearing as if a "great battle had just ended," he couldn't say a word. His previously anxious gaze instantly became incredibly strange and suggestive.