at a box that was noticeably more upscale, decorated in extreme luxury... Si Wenxiong sat upright and was drinking tea.Si Wenli led people in, bowing low and saying, "Big brother, Anran is here!"Si W...Even the expensive car's interior couldn't hide the fact that he was handsome smoking, even though he treated her like ice.

Song Yun's feelings for Zhang Chongguang were not just a pursuit of power, but also a woman's admiration for a man.

She knows this better than anyone.

A faint gray smoke rose slowly, blurring the distance between them. Zhang Chongguang looked up at Song Yun... She was truly a mess, her drenched dress clinging to her slender figure. Zhang Chongguang was a mature man, and this little thought wouldn't escape him.

Song Yun trembled slightly under his gaze.

Her voice was hoarse: "Mr. Zhang, I'm here to beg you for a favor. It might be because your wife knows about me, so right now... my situation is really difficult. The station has stopped all my work! I came from the countryside, and it wasn't easy for my parents to raise me until I graduated university. Please… please ask Mrs. Zhang to show mercy."

These words, like a pear blossom carried by the water, are touching and elicit sympathy.

Zhang Chongguang's dark eyes were profound, he was still slowly smoking a cigarette.

That look made Song Yun's legs go weak.

After a while, Zhang Chongguang smiled lightly: "If you think it's Mrs. Zhang who wants to deal with you, why don't you go find her and come to me instead"

Song Yun was caught off guard.

Actually, a woman's subtle tricks are like a thin veil to men. Most men wouldn't dare to pierce it. She didn't expect Zhang Chongguang to be so shameless.

She was so embarrassed that her face turned red. She didn't know what to say or do.

But surprisingly, Zhang Chongguang leaned over and opened the other side of the car door, saying in a flat tone, "Get in."

Song Yun was stunned once again.

She couldn't believe what she heard, she couldn't believe that Zhang Chongguang was no longer repulsed by her approach. She could be sure that Zhang Chongguang knew her intentions, but he still let himself get in the car... Did it mean he accepted her pursuit

Song Yun almost hopped onto the car with trembling legs.

Climbing into the luxurious black limousine, seated beside the man she idolized, she gazed at the pristine white carpet, inhaling the intoxicating scent of leather and a subtle hint of aftershave from the man beside her. Money, power – these combined were like the strongest elixir in the world.

She craved this man, desired his possession.

"Mr. Zhang"

Song Yun trembled as she asked, "Where are we going"

Zhang Chongguang ignored her. He took out his phone and dialed a number, calmly instructing the person on the other end: "Go downstairs."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone and still ignored Song Yun. He leaned against something, his long fingers holding a cigarette as if admiring it with pleasure.

Song Yun didn't dare to disturb him any longer. She watched him, mesmerized.

She couldn't understand why Mrs. Zhang wouldn't mind about a man like Mr. Zhang.

That woman relies on her family background for everything!

About three minutes later, Secretary Qin took the elevator down from the top floor. She thought her boss had something urgent, but when she lowered the car window, she saw an unexpected person...Song Yun.

Is Mr. Zhang crazy

He let such an ambitious woman into the car, what exactly did he want to do Clearly, Lawyer Huo had already mentioned divorce and if he didn't want to leave, shouldn't he show some attitude and stay away from this woman Why was he still entangled with her

Could Mr. Zhang really be interested

Qin's secretary was stunned for a moment and softly called out, "Mr. Zhang"

Zhang Chongguang instructed the driver: "Drive! Take Miss Song back."

Song Yun was pleasantly surprised and somewhat expectant. She whispered her address... The driver, holding a grudge, slammed on the gas pedal without saying a word.

Qin, the secretary, sat in the passenger seat. She didn't say anything either.

She didn't know what to say!

It started raining again outside, and silence filled the car... Song Yun's body trembled constantly. After a while, she grew too cold to bear it. She wanted some warmth, so she leaned towards Zhang Chongguang.

Zhang Chongguang glanced at her sideways.

His deep eyes held no emotion, and Song Yun dared not provoke him further.

After about half an hour, the car stopped downstairs at Song Yun's residence. The driver buzzed and said, "We're here!"

Dim lights inside the car, a palpable tension in the air.

Song Yun was a very smart woman, she knew her advantages, nothing more than youth, beauty and freshness. She mustered her courage and launched an offensive: "Mr. Zhang, why don't you go up and have a seat"

From beginning to end, Zhang Chongguang always acted like an upright gentleman.

But sending a young, attractive woman home after work wasn't exactly honorable. He lowered his head and nonchalantly patted his pants leg, saying, "No need!"

Song Yun was quite disappointed.

She thought Zhang Chongguang didn't get enough warmth at home, and his softened attitude today was just to have a relationship with her. Men like him don't need to consider the cost of cheating, do they

Just when she was feeling a bit embarrassed, Zhang Chongguang spoke again.

He looked at Song Yun sideways. “Do you speak French”

Song Yun quickly said, “Basic conversation is okay.”

Zhang Chongguang stared at her silently for a few seconds, then he lowered his head and lit a cigarette. The smoke filled the car, making it quite stuffy, but no one dared to speak, afraid of displeasing him.

In the time it took to smoke half a cigarette, Zhang Chongguang calmly said, "I have a dinner engagement tomorrow night with French clients. Prepare to accompany me! ... Qin Secretary, help prepare Miss Song with the appropriate dress and jewelry."

Song Yun was overjoyed: "Thank you, Zhang Zong, for giving me this opportunity."

Qin, the secretary, sat in front, her heart trembling as she listened to her boss's instructions. She had worked with Zhang Chongguang for many years and knew his temper best... Zhang wouldn't necessarily care much about this Miss Song, even bothering to show her any physical affection. But it was clear he was now showering Song Yun with attention.

Song Yun has been suppressed lately, and once she appears beside Zhang Zong, those people know that she belongs to Zhang Zong.

Song Yun will be red-hot.

What about Lawyer Na Has Zhang considered her feelings Or is it simply to spite her... No, Qin thinks Zhang isn't simply trying to spite Huo Xi, but that he's also weary in his marriage and wants some fun, and Song Yun is his amusement because she's the person Huo Xi cares about most.

Qin's secretary remained silent for a long time before speaking, "Zhang Zong, this is difficult for me."

Zhang Chongguang rolled down his car window and brushed away some cigarette ash.

He said nonchalantly, “Hoxi asked you, just say it straight.”

Secretary Qin gave a wry smile: “Fine! I can do this for Mr. Zhang, but don’t come crying to me later.”

Although she's a secretary, she's also a confidante and old subordinate. She has the right to have a falling out with her boss, and her face is quite cold... Songyun originally wanted to tease her a few words, but at this time, she didn't dare to take action easily.

She could tell that Zhang Chongguang valued his secretary surnamed Qin.

Qin the secretary is in her 30s, young and attractive.

Song Yun treats her as a rival.

……

With Zhang Chongguang's support, Song Yun's career flourished.

Over a month's time, she received opportunities to host two major galas and landed two advertising deals... Her value skyrocketed. She moved from a few dozen square meter apartment to a 20 million dollar mansion.

When one becomes popular, they gain many friends. When one's circle of friends comes to celebrate...ove.He turned and looked at his own father. Although Huo Shaoting didn't show any emotion on his face, Huo Yunsi wasn't a fool either. He turned around and continued cooking, only softly asking, "Did...