Seeing Chen Xueer tease her, Zhao Linger steadied her nerves to hide her odd mood, touched the earring Jiang Cheng had just fixed and said, "Yeah, Chairman Jiang's skill is really good—I didn't feel any pain. It just feels a bit hot and itchy now."
Noticing Chen Xueer had also been infected by that silly girl Zhao Linger, Jiang Cheng cleared his throat and, feigning seriousness, said, "You two simply lack practice. When are you free? I'll demonstrate personally."
With that, Chen Xueer looked at Zhao Linger's crimson face and asked in puzzlement, "Linger, what's wrong? Chairman Jiang only pierced your ear; why are you blushing so hard? Anyone who didn't know would think he'd done something to you."
The dazed Zhao Linger suddenly recalled the scene moments ago when Jiang Cheng had pinned her to the sofa.
In all her years, this was her first intimate contact with a boy.
Since childhood, even her father had rarely hugged her.
"It's just that my earlobe hurt so much from your attempt. Now that it's finally in, it feels strange. It's all your fault, Sister Xueer—your piercing technique is awful. If Chairman Jiang hadn't come, good luck getting that earring in."
Chen Xueer immediately protested, "You little rascal, that's not what you said when you begged me. The moment Chairman Jiang fixed it for you, you turn around and deny it."
As the two started bickering again, Jiang Cheng interjected, "All right, Linger, your ear's so red—better go to the hospital; don't let it get infected."
Zhao Linger rubbed her earlobe. "No need; you finally got it in. I'll just disinfect it with alcohol later."
Jiang Cheng leaned close again and examined her earlobe carefully.
Then he frowned. "Take the day off and get to the hospital—it looks painful even to me."
Hearing Jiang Cheng's no-argument tone, Zhao Linger meekly covered her ear, looked at him hesitantly and said, "If I go, the doctor will definitely make me remove it; what if the hole closes again?"
Chen Xueer giggled and teased, "Next time it closes, just look for Chairman Jiang."
The moment the words left Chen Xueer's lips, Zhao Linger—face scarlet—jumped from the sofa. "Sister Xueer, are you a madam? It hurts so much—no way I'm doing that again."
With that, Zhao Linger clutched her pounding heart and fled the office at top speed.
Watching Zhao Linger's dramatic reaction, Chen Xueer felt baffled. She picked up her cup and asked doubtfully, "Chairman Jiang, what's with Linger? Just now she was praising your skill."
Seeing Chen Xueer genuinely hadn't thought in that direction, Jiang Cheng glanced at the heavy bounty on her chest and shook his head.
"Big boobs, no brain" really fits.
"How should I know? Seriously, why wear that thing? She's only hurting herself."
Reading Jiang Cheng's expression, Chen Xueer—mid-sip—suddenly seemed to realize something; the water nearly choked her.
Coughing, she set the cup down and, pouting coyly, marched over to thump him. "You're awful—tricking me again. Linger's going to laugh at me later."
Rarely seeing Chen Xueer so girlish, Jiang Cheng naturally blocked her hands. "What did I say, Manager Chen? I'm an upright man; don't pin your dirty thoughts on me."
When Jiang Cheng turned the tables, Chen Xueer grew even more flustered. "Upright? I've never met a man as frivolous as you."
As Chen Xueer hit harder, Jiang Cheng caught her arms, spun her around, and bent over, pinning her to the sofa.
"What's going on in that head of yours? You watched me pierce Linger's ear the whole time—so, where exactly did your mind wander?"
Suddenly trapped beneath Jiang Cheng, Chen Xueer's face exploded crimson.
Yet she still resisted. "I wasn't thinking anything—it's you… let go, you're heavy!"
Looking down at the struggling Chen Xueer,
her stubborn little face bit her rosy lip, exasperated.
Below that lay her crystalline neck, snow-white half-mountain peaks, and, pressed by him, a long fair leg set aside.
If he hadn't just eaten his fill at Yu Xiaoxiao's,
Chen Xueer's current look would definitely make him lose control.
A wicked whim struck him. "I hear when women say 'no' they mean 'yes.' Manager Chen, comfy being pinned by me?"
Unable to break free, Chen Xueer felt her heart pound.
Jiang Cheng's handsome face was right before her, his bottomless black eyes sparkling with teasing mirth,
as though she were prey in his sights.
Though panicking inside, she kept her composure outwardly,
glaring at him in protest. "Nonsense—you little rogue."
Jiang Cheng arched a brow at the taunt. "Hey, no personal attacks just because you can't win."
"Hmph, you are small, aren't you?" she shot back sarcastically.
Unbothered—his assets were right there—
he flashed a wicked grin and whispered by her ear, "Can't feel if I'm small right now? Want a firsthand look?"
Chen Xueer instinctively squeaked and glanced downward.
That glimpse terrified her.
Even during their intimate bathroom encounter, Jiang Cheng had never done something like this.
Now she experienced firsthand a man's true nature.
Her cheeks blazed; her whole body burned.
Her usual sharp tongue faltered. "How could you—you… rogue."
Noticing her softened tone, Jiang Cheng grinned wickedly. "Not going to say that word?"
"What are you doing? Are you made of iron? I'm done—let me go," she mumbled in surrender.
When her plea failed and Jiang Cheng still held her arms, Chen Xueer, ashamed and angry,
tried to bite his cheek since her arms were trapped.
Dodging, their lips somehow pressed tightly together.
Staring wide-eyed, Chen Xueer struggled fiercely.
Jiang Cheng unhesitatingly activated his Nimble-Tongue Skill.