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Seeing this, Lin Gantang disconnected the call and handed him the documents asking, “This is the company’s quarterly target plan, do you want me to read it to you?”

Wen Yanqing reached out to take it, but touched her warm fingertips, so he took the opportunity to hold her hand and pull her into his embrace.

Lin Gantang was accustomed to their intimacy, kissed him on the lips, and Wen Yanqing immediately showed a broad smile. He hugged her waist tightly, pressing her against him, “How about reading it like this?”

“Are you trying to strangle me?” Lin Gantang struggled in his arms.

Wen Yanqing couldn’t help but chuckle, loosened his grip slightly but still kept her in his arms.

Lin Gantang shifted her position and leaned back comfortably against his chest, opening the document.

With the rustling sounds of flipping pages, Wen Yanqing held down the document, “No rush, put it aside. During the meeting, I thought I heard arguing outside the door?”

“The servant who delivered the documents didn’t understand, so I fired him,” Lin Gantang looked at him sideways, “It’s not a problem, right? After all, he was one of Dad’s servants.”

Wen Yanqing smiled, “You have the final say at home, even if you say to tear down the house, Dad can’t object.”

He better keep any objections to himself.

Lin Gantang was pleased and kissed him again.

After a moment, Wen Yanqing asked, “Is that all?”

Lin Gantang was confused, “What do you mean, ‘is that all’?”

Wen Yanqing didn’t answer but instead said, “Let’s go back to the room.”

“Go back to the room for what? I just woke up,” Lin Gantang muttered.

“To kiss slowly in the room,” Wen Yanqing got up, tightened his hold on her wrist, and led her away without room for refusal.

Lin Gantang clung to the desk, unwilling to go, “I’ve finished kissing.”

“I haven’t had my turn yet.”

Lin Gantang’s slight strength was no match for Wen Yanqing’s single hand as she was directly led away.

Back in the room, Lin Gantang heard the locking of the door and knew things weren’t going to be simple. Sure enough, the one who promised a mere kiss became increasingly fervent, and what followed happened quite naturally.

It was indeed a round of joyful indulgence and delight.

Afterward, it was getting late; Lin Gantang got up and began to tidy up, when suddenly Wen Yanqing came out with a whine, “Tangtang, every time in bed you only manage to take off my clothes, never helping me put them back on.”

This made Lin Gantang think she was the kind of woman who leaves right after the deed, quickly and deftly helping him dress halfway before realizing something was amiss and pinching his waist, “How many times have I helped you dress? Do it yourself!”

Wen Yanqing laughed heartily, a laugh that made Lin Gantang want to hit him.

“Hurry up, aren’t you hungry? Let’s go down for lunch,” Lin Gantang urged him.

Wen Yanqing leisurely replied, “I’m not hungry, I just had a good fill.”

Lin Gantang wondered what he had eaten to be so satisfied. Realizing belatedly, her face flushed with embarrassment and annoyance as she pressed him down on the bed to hit him.

Her soft punches landed with a light itch rather than pain, and Wen Yanqing could almost picture her look of frustration, laughing even more unrestrained, “Tangtang, you’re abusing me, are you getting angry out of embarrassment?”

Lin Gantang threw pillows and blankets on him, shouting as she jumped off the bed, “I’m not dealing with you anymore!”

Wen Yanqing listened to the flurry of rushing chimes fade within the room, covered his mouth to stifle a cough but still couldn’t suppress his smile.

He dressed unhurriedly, and hearing Lin Gantang’s phone ringing in the room, he followed the sound, found it, and picked up to answer.

Lin Gantang was having lunch in the dining room and soon saw Wen Yanqing come over. She ignored him, but he used a topic to draw her in, “Your brother called just now; I answered it.”

Lin Gantang glanced at him.

“He said he’s going to Mount Qinghe with friends this afternoon and wants you to join them.”

Lin Gantang snorted, “I have nothing fun to do with his friends.”

Once Lin Gantang responded, Wen Yanqing’s eyes and brows were tinged with a smile.

He knew Tangtang was just being stubborn and couldn’t truly ignore him.