The skin on the lips is naturally delicate and sensitive. The force of his thumb rubbing against them wasn't light. The thin calluses rolled with strength from the center of her lips, swiping cleanly and pressing down to the corners of her mouth. Song Xinya felt her entire mouth go completely numb.
It felt like she had eaten chili peppers, a numb and hot sensation.
Yet, sensually, it felt much better than eating chili peppers.
Coupled with his compliment, I think you've always looked beautiful, the numbness on her lips and the tingling in her heart struck at the same time. It was as if a cluster of small fireworks had exploded in her mind.
Ambiguous, palpitating, making her blush and her heart race.
Coaxed, the corners of Song Xinya's mouth curled up.
Thank you. I think Mr. Qin has always looked handsome, too.
Qin Yuhe: A polite compliment?
Song Xinya: Weren't you just paying me a polite compliment as well?
Qin Yuhe: No, it was a sincere praise.
He provided so much emotional value that Song Xinya felt the corners of her mouth were about to fly up to the sky and stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the sun!
She had to admit, she was just a woman who loved hearing sweet nothings.
The numb and hot sensation on her lips lingered.
Having her mouth suddenly rubbed by him, Song Xinya naturally focused her attention on his lips.
His lip shape was exceptional, with clean and sharp lines, and a rich, dark red color. When he wasn't smiling, his lips were tightly pursed, giving off a cold, unapproachable sense of indifference. When he smiled, the slanted curve of his lips was suave and romantic, rippling with a very tantalizing sense of lust and wickedness.
Whether he was smiling or not, his lips—
Looked very kissable.
Song Xinya swallowed and asked, Why did you suddenly touch my mouth?
Qin Yuhe's gaze swept over her lips, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly: May I not?
Of course he could. He had touched much more private places of hers.
Song Xinya reached out, pressed her thumb against the center of his lips, pressed down hard, slid it to the corner of his mouth, and gave him a rub in return.
The touch of his lips transmitted to her fingertips, soft, warm, moist, and delicate.
It felt even better than touching fine silk.
Song Xinya noticed that the moment her finger pressed against Qin Yuhe's lips, his expression stiffened for a second.
What's wrong? You touched me, can't I touch your lips?
Qin Yuhe: You can. I didn't say you couldn't.
Song Xinya glanced at his lips: I just can't kiss them, right?
Qin Yuhe: Do you have the desire to kiss them?
Song Xinya looked at his lips again and replied, No.
Qin Yuhe lowered his long eyelashes and gave a low Mhm, looking devoid of emotion.
Since it was her first day back at work after her foot injury healed, Song Xinya opened the WeChat work group to see what her boss and colleagues were chatting about.
General Manager Zhao Yinian: [Don't let me see you looking dejected. A good team should always be full of drive. Anyone who doesn't work hard enough doesn't deserve to be my employee. Shout it out with me: I want to be a fierce wolf!]
Employee A: [I want to be an agile leopard!]
Employee B: [I want to be a mighty tiger!]
Employee C: [I want to be a fearless bear!]
Chen Siyan: [I want to be the black sheep!]
Zhao Yinian: [?]
Employees: [?]
Zhao Yinian: [What the hell are you saying? Say it again.]
Chen Siyan: [I want to be the scapegoat hero!]
Zhao Yinian: [??]
Employees: [??]
Zhao Yinian: [I'll give you one more chance.]
Chen Siyan: [I want to be the shit-stirring stick!]
Employees: [Hahahahahahahahahahaha]
A small line of text appeared at the bottom of the WeChat group:
Chen Siyan has been removed from the group chat.
A notification sound came from Song Xinya's phone. She clicked it open; it was a message from Chen Siyan.
[Damn! I got kicked out of the group chat by Zhao Yinian!]
Song Xinya: [My condolences.]
Chen Siyan: [We're a branch of the Fortune 500 Qin Group, for crying out loud. Can't we do something a bit more high-class? Gossip Zhao pumps us with pep talks in the group all day long. Once, my dad saw the things she posted, held my hands tightly, and asked me with great concern: Son, did you join a pyramid scheme?]
In the time it took for them to exchange these three sentences, Zhao Yinian injected another dose of pep talk into the group.
Zhao Yinian: [Everyone listen to my command. Follow me and shout our slogan loudly!]
[The east wind blows, the war drums beat, who's afraid of whom when it comes to making sales!]
[If you want to succeed, go crazy first, and rush for money at all costs!]
[Fight once, get rich for three generations; only by risking your life can you avoid failure!]
[Gnawing on steamed buns today, living in high-rises tomorrow!]
[Sleeping on the floor today, sleeping with the boss tomorrow!]
[Go! Go! Go!]
Song Xinya took a screenshot of the group chat and sent it to Chen Siyan.
Chen Siyan: [She pulls this stunt every morning, it's like a freaking cult!]
[Working as a tutor feels like selling insurance.]
Chen Siyan: [Did you reply in the group?]
Song Xinya: [No]
Chen Siyan: [Zhao Yinian is already jealous and hateful towards you, and is just looking for an excuse to pick on you. You'd better reply quickly, or your fate will be exactly the same as mine, and you'll be removed from the group chat too.]
Song Xinya: [What's an appropriate reply?]
Chen Siyan: [Reply with a little fist emoji, and shout 'go go go' three times (in Sister Zhiling's voice~)]
What the hell is a Sister Zhiling voice.
Song Xinya felt as if she could hear three cutesy go go go~s by her ear.
Just as she was about to reply go in the group, the screen displayed: You have been removed from the group chat.
Ugh!
She hadn't done anything, yet she was kicked out of the group chat by Zhao Yinian.
This ostracization couldn't be any more obvious.
The reason Zhao Yinian gave was: Song Xinya lacks team spirit, disobeys management, and has weak execution skills.
There are always some people in the world who, once they get a little power, want to lord it over others, make things difficult for them, and enjoy the thrill of hurting others.
Using the smallest amount of power to make things as difficult as possible for others.
Zhao Yinian demonstrated this to the fullest.
She figured that anyway, apart from herself, no one else in the company could see Qin Yuhe, so they had nowhere to complain.
Moreover, she had worked at the Qin Group for eight years and had always bullied her subordinates like this; she was used to it.
Some subordinates resigned because they couldn't stand her bullying, but she still securely held her position as general manager, completely fearless.
This was an internal matter of the branch company. Qin Yuhe, as the president of the group, naturally wouldn't know about it.
At this moment, Qin Yuhe was sitting right next to Song Xinya.
Song Xinya held her phone, not having said a word yet, but Qin Yuhe noticed the change in her expression and asked, What happened?
Song Xinya: Work stuff.
Qin Yuhe: Is it convenient to tell me?
Song Xinya didn't hide anything and told the truth: I was removed from the work group by my boss, Zhao Yinian.
Qin Yuhe's expression was languid: Song Xinya, the company you work for was founded by me. Your boss isn't Zhao Yinian, it's me.
Song Xinya glanced at him. "I know you are the big boss, but you have over 300,000 employees and manage more than 100 companies. The branch I work for is the most insignificant one under your umbrella. It is usually managed by Zhao Yinian, and we all report to her, so we just call her our boss."
For an employee at Song Xinya's level, she would normally never even get the chance to see Qin Yuhe in person. Claiming him as her boss would be like a JD.com delivery driver claiming Richard Liu as their boss—it was just flattering herself.
In reality, Zhao Yinian removing Song Xinya from the group chat today was simply taking advantage of a trivial matter to assert dominance. It was a show of power, meant to force Song Xinya to grovel, apologize, and beg to be added back to the group once she arrived at the office.
Song Xinya knew Qin Yuhe was incredibly busy. Zhao Yinian kicking two minor employees out of a group chat neither harmed the corporation's profits nor damaged its reputation. It was a completely trivial matter, far beneath the level of something the CEO would handle personally.
"Mr. Qin, I will handle this matter myself."
Qin Yuhe sat with his long legs crossed, leaning back slightly in his chair, his dark eyes fixed intently on her.
His gaze fell upon her phone screen, and he noted the name of the work group.
He remembered this group; Zhao Yinian had once invited him to join it.
As the CEO of the corporation, he primarily communicated with top-level executives.
Naturally, Qin Yuhe would never join a chat group for such a small, subordinate branch company.
One minute later, everyone was shocked to discover that President Qin had suddenly joined the work group!
Zhao Yinian was ecstatic. President Qin dropping into the work group out of nowhere must absolutely be because of her!
