Wanghai City, adjacent to the sea, is one of the most prosperous cities in China and even the world.
Under the starry sky, the streets of Wanghai City teemed with crowds, neon lights flickered, and the entire city was bathed in a brilliant glow, resembling a dazzling pearl embedded in the night.
A towering skyscraper, hundreds of meters high, stood in the city center. In this prime location where land was worth its weight in gold, the value of this building could no longer be measured in monetary terms.
On one of the floors, inside an office decorated in an understated and simple style, an elegant and noble woman was reviewing various documents laid out before her.
Time slipped by quietly, and before she knew it, it was already noon.
The scorching sun hung high in the sky, and a glaring ray of sunlight shone directly into the woman's line of sight.
She lifted her head gently, revealing her exquisitely flawless and breathtakingly beautiful face.
Her features were sculpted and three-dimensional: phoenix-like eyes bright and clear, their corners slightly upturned; eyebrows as delicate as distant mountains; a tall and straight nose; and alluring crimson lips.
Her jet-black, waterfall-like hair was pinned behind her ears, exposing her snow-white, slender neck. Her phoenix eyes, as clear and deep as a tranquil pond, carried a hint of cool detachment. An unintentional aloofness in her gaze made others hesitant to approach or draw near. Her elegant and noble demeanor showed no trace of age, her skin as smooth and flawless as jade, without a single wrinkle, even more delicate and supple than that of a young girl.
Yet, she exuded the mature and sensual charm unique to a woman in her prime, making it difficult to guess her age.
The woman paused her work, gently massaged her temples, and stood up, walking over to the floor-to-ceiling window. She stretched slightly, loosening her stiffened body from hours of desk work.
She was exceptionally tall, standing at 173 cm, and the most striking feature at first glance was her long, shapely legs, perfectly straight and rounded beneath her slender waist.
Her legs were remarkably long, yet proportioned flawlessly. The allure they exuded with every step made it hard to look away, captivating and mesmerizing anyone who laid eyes on them.
She wore a tailored black fitted suit, with a lightweight white blouse underneath. Her chest was full and perky, the rounded curves straining against the black suit jacket, though the white blouse beneath was buttoned meticulously, revealing not a hint of skin.
Judging by the ample size of her bust, it seemed even two hands together would struggle to contain it.
The fitted suit tapered sharply below her chest, accentuating her slender and captivating waist—so delicate it seemed as if it could be encircled with one hand, like a willow branch in spring, soft yet full of grace.
Her abdomen was flat, without a trace of excess fat, and below her waist, her perfectly shaped hips were tightly wrapped in tailored suit pants. Her buttocks were firm, full, and rounded, with a perfect peach-like curve so enticing it tempted one to bury their face in them and savor their fullness.
Following the line of her long legs downward, a pair of petite, fair feet were nestled in black stiletto heels. Her dainty, alluring feet were so captivating that even a fleeting glance could stir a rush of blood, evoking an impulse to kneel and worship, to lick the soles of her shoes.
Standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, she radiated the unique charm of a mature woman. Gazing at the bustling traffic on the streets, her delicate brows furrowed slightly. Her deep, pond-like eyes were unfathomable, lost in thought.
"Ring, ring..."
A crisp doorbell chime from the office entrance pulled the beautiful young woman back from her wandering thoughts. She turned and returned to her desk, pressing a button lightly, causing the office door to slide open automatically to both sides.
Although the door had opened, the delicate-looking girl at the entrance remained standing there motionless.
"Come in."
The beautiful woman parted her crimson lips, her tone concise.
Only after hearing this did the girl, holding a stack of documents, step inside and approach the woman with light, hurried steps.
The girl had an ordinary yet delicate appearance and was dressed very appropriately. Having joined the company just three years ago, she had already become Chi Qinglan's personal assistant, a testament to her outstanding abilities.
"President Chi," the girl said softly as she stood before the desk. "Director Chi has requested an impromptu meeting with you, scheduled for 4 p.m. in the company conference hall."
Upon hearing this, Chi Qinglan frowned slightly, her expression turning cold and devoid of any warmth.
The delicate girl held her breath, not daring to make a sound, and stood quietly waiting for the woman's response.
After a moment, Chi Qinglan let out a soft sigh and rubbed her temples helplessly.
The "Director Chi" the girl referred to was Chi Qinglan's own elder brother, one of the key figures in control of the "Chiyue Group," with authority over numerous companies such as "Chiyue Pharmaceuticals" and "Chiyue Heavy Industries."
Chi Qinglan and her brother were deeply intertwined in power, both holding crucial positions in the subsidiaries of the Chiyue Group and possessing significant shares, making them the true controllers of the conglomerate.
"I understand. You may leave," Chi Qinglan said softly, her words brief and to the point.
The girl gently placed the documents on Chi Qinglan's desk and quietly retreated from the office.
The office door closed automatically.
Chi Qinglan stared at the display screen in front of her, her beautiful eyes somewhat dazed.
Her brother's sudden request for a meeting undoubtedly concerned the research and development direction of "Chiyue Electronics'" new products and the broader reforms within the Chiyue Group.
Since their father's sudden passing due to illness, Chi Qinglan and her brother had jointly inherited all their father's shares in the Chiyue Group's affiliated companies.
While Chi Qinglan advocated for bold reforms and expansion into new fields, her brother held conservative views, preferring to stick to established practices and opposing many of her initiatives.
Due to their differing philosophies, the relationship between the siblings had grown increasingly strained in recent years.
After a while, Chi Qinglan collected her thoughts and glanced at the time on her slender wrist. It was already 1 p.m.
The watch she wore was not expensive—in fact, it was quite ordinary, mismatched with her demeanor and status in both style and value.
Chi Qinglan retrieved a thermal container from the side, inside of which was a sweet osmanthus, lily, and red date congee meticulously prepared by her son. It emitted a gentle steam and an enticing fragrance, making one's mouth water with just a whiff.
She took a small spoonful of the congee and brought it to her lips. The rich aroma and familiar sweetness spread in her mouth, bringing an unprecedented sense of relaxation after a morning of fatigue.
Chi Qinglan continued to take small spoonfuls, one after another, until soon the entire bowl of congee was finished.
After her lunch, she leaned back lazily in her chair. The slight frown that had been on her brow gradually eased, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on her perpetually cool and frosty face.
Chi Qinglan stared blankly at the thermal container before her, its surface adorned with a cartoon illustration of a mother and son admiring the sunrise together, radiating a warm and tender atmosphere.
A faint, almost imperceptible smile curved the corners of her lips before she suddenly broke into a radiant grin, brightening the entire office.
She reached out and gently traced the cartoon pattern on the container, her mind conjuring the image of a handsome young boy. Her eyes softened as she murmured softly, "How thoughtful, my dear."
The osmanthus, lily, and red date porridge had beauty-enhancing and blood-nourishing properties. Her son had put considerable effort into honing his culinary skills, striving to cater to her discerning palate and care for her body, which had grown weary from overwork.
Glancing at the time once more, the elegant woman, Chi Qinglan, picked up her phone, found a number, and dialed.
"Beep... beep... beep..."
She waited for nearly half a minute before the call was finally answered.
With a gentle smile, Chi Qinglan spoke softly, "Hello, Teacher Chu. This is Lin Yuan's mother, Chi Qinglan."
The other end of the line was eerily silent, with no response for several seconds.
Just as Chi Qinglan furrowed her brows slightly, feeling puzzled, a somewhat hurried voice suddenly came through the phone: "H-hello, Lin Yuan's mom... um... yes, please... ah!... go ahead."
The voice was seductive, with breathy moans that sounded enchanting, as if the speaker was desperately suppressing something.
A look of surprise flickered across Chi Qinglan's face, and her hand holding the phone trembled almost imperceptibly. A faint blush spread across her cheeks.
Her eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment and indignation as she instantly realized what Teacher Chu was doing on the other end of the line.
Her chest rising and falling slightly, Chi Qinglan silently cursed to herself before calming her emotions and speaking in a low voice, "Te-Teacher Chu, I might be a little late picking up Lin Yuan this afternoon. Could you please let him know? I'm worried he'll get anxious waiting after school."
Another prolonged silence followed. Just as Chi Qinglan was about to hang up, a series of crisp, rapid slapping sounds suddenly erupted from the receiver, like raindrops pounding fiercely against a car window during a storm, intense and urgent. Accompanying the sounds were wet, squelching noises, as if liquid were splattering.
"Ahhh... ahhh..."
This was followed by Teacher Chu's lewd and unrestrained screams.
Chi Qinglan could no longer maintain her composure, her expression turning visibly angry. She had met Teacher Chu before and remembered her as an elegant, intellectual beauty with a scholarly aura, exuding considerable charm.
Chi Qinglan found it hard to believe that, in the middle of the day, this refined and dignified teacher would engage in such indecent acts, and without the slightest discretion while on the phone with her.
"O-okay... ahhh..." Teacher Chu's moans came through the phone again, her voice now uncontrollably high-pitched and wanton.
"Mmm... gently..." Her voice suddenly shifted to a coquettish, tender tone, as if she were pleading sweetly.
Without hesitation, Chi Qinglan ended the call.
But in the instant before the call disconnected, a man's suppressed groan—or rather, a boy's, given its clarity, youthfulness, and familiarity—came through the line.
Chi Qinglan froze for a moment, instinctively glancing at her phone. But the call had already ended, and no further sounds could be heard.
The boy's low growl echoed incessantly in her mind, leaving Chi Qinglan instantly unsettled. The voice she had heard at the end of the call was all too familiar to her—it sounded almost identical to that of her son, Lin Yuan!
Her face turned as pale as paper, her fair hand clutching the phone tightly, slender fingers whitening from the excessive force. She stared at the screen, her expression shifting rapidly.
"Is it Yuan'er? Why does the voice sound so much like his?" Chi Qinglan murmured to herself, her emotions churning like turbulent waves, refusing to calm for a long time.
Subconsciously, she swiped open the screen, her fingertip hovering over a contact named "Teacher Chu." She remained frozen in that position, motionless. After what felt like an eternity, she snapped back to reality, shaking her head with a light chuckle. "How could it be Yuan'er?" she muttered to herself. "Yuan'er is so well-behaved. What am I thinking..."
The elegant woman set down her phone and picked up the documents her assistant had just delivered, preparing to review and annotate them. Her beautiful eyes scanned the information on the pages.
Time slipped away minute by minute. Yet, after a long while, Chi Qinglan had not written a single word on the documents.
Instead, the originally neat and clean paper was unconsciously scarred with scratches of varying sizes...