Chapter 94: I Can Hardly Wait

Qingcheng International Tower.

Inside the CEO’s office.

Liu Qingcheng waited expectantly, her enchanting, alluring face radiant with joy. She delighted in Qin Chuan’s willingness to fulfill her requests— even when conditions were attached, it proved she held a certain place in his heart.

At first, Liu Qingcheng’s desire to honor their engagement stemmed mainly from Qin Chuan’s powerful background. But as their encounters grew more frequent, her interest and curiosity toward him intensified. In the past two days, she realized that whenever she had a moment of leisure, Qin Chuan’s image would inexplicably appear in her mind. Drawing from the lessons of countless dramas, she recognized this as nothing but longing— and affection.

With this revelation, Liu Qingcheng’s resolve to fulfill their marriage contract became more urgent. To end up with someone she genuinely liked, who also possessed formidable connections, was truly killing two birds with one stone.

She glanced at Zhou Yunping, sitting nearby, whose skin was loose and who had lost over twenty pounds. Even this troublesome woman seemed pleasing to the eye now; had Zhou not deliberately caused problems, Liu Qingcheng would have had far fewer opportunities to approach Qin Chuan so naturally.

“President Liu, when will your company’s pharmaceutical R&D director arrive?” Zhou Yunping sipped her tea, impatience evident in her voice.

With a gentle smile, Liu Qingcheng replied, “Sister Zhou, please don’t worry. He’ll be here in no more than half an hour. The tea you’re drinking is our latest slimming blend— paired with Director Qin’s physical therapy, it will surely make your weight-loss plan twice as effective.”

“Let’s hope so! Honestly, these slimming teas are just supplementary. The real key is Director Qin’s physical therapy. President Liu, why don’t you name your price? I’d like to hire Director Qin as my personal weight-loss coach,” Zhou Yunping suddenly proposed.

Three black lines seemed to appear on Liu Qingcheng’s forehead. Had this woman starved herself silly? Qin Chuan was not some private possession to be priced and traded.

Even if, hypothetically, Qin Chuan could be used as a bargaining chip, to her he was priceless. Why should she hand him over to this bothersome person?

Liu Qingcheng was just about to politely refuse when the office door swung open and Qin Chuan entered, smiling.

“Mrs. Lu, my loyalty to President Liu is unwavering— even the sun and moon bear witness. Trying to poach me so openly, isn’t that a bit lacking in honor?”

He paused briefly, then spoke with heartfelt affection, “No matter how much you offer, I could never betray President Liu. By the way, President Liu, didn’t you promise to pay me my quarterly bonus up front?”

Liu Qingcheng gave a bewitching smile, fully understanding Qin Chuan’s implication. Without hesitation, she responded, “Of course. Come with me to the inner room— all the cash is locked in the safe.”

With that, she strode toward a door in the corner of the office, leading to her private lounge.

“Mrs. Lu, please wait a moment. Once I collect my quarterly bonus, I’ll come and give you your physical treatment.”

Without giving Zhou Yunping a chance to reply, Qin Chuan slipped into the room. Inside, he found Liu Qingcheng half-kneeling on the bed, her posture nothing short of captivating.

Today, Liu Qingcheng wore a black business suit and skirt, the hem brushing her knees. Her long, slender legs were wrapped in sheer black stockings— the normally rational professional attire rendered irresistibly seductive by her presence.

The moment Qin Chuan saw her, an image from a certain foreign romance film flashed through his mind—a secretary, alluring and enigmatic.

“Boss, how do you plan to collect the interest today?” Liu Qingcheng licked her crimson lips, her gesture sending a jolt through Qin Chuan.

“That depends on how you intend to pay it back,” he replied, stepping forward instinctively, tossing the ball back into her court.

Despite Liu Qingcheng’s bold and even wanton behavior, Qin Chuan had long noticed she was still untouched. Clearly, she had ulterior motives for acting this way.

Thinking it over, he could understand. Born into a prominent family, running such a vast enterprise, and graced with remarkable beauty, she was bound to attract the attention of powerful men. Adopting this protective guise was only natural.

“Come here and stand still,” Liu Qingcheng commanded after a moment’s hesitation, as if she’d made a firm decision, beckoning him with her finger.

Qin Chuan walked over with a smile, curious to see just how far she’d go— would it be a kiss, a hug, or something more?

Suddenly, he felt his belt grabbed firmly, a chill at his waist, and then saw Liu Qingcheng slowly leaning in...

Who knew how much time passed before Qin Chuan, a bit unsteady on his feet, emerged from the lounge. He found Zhou Yunping waiting, her expression impatient yet forced into an awkward, tear-stained smile.

“Director Qin, you’re finally out. I can’t wait any longer,” Zhou Yunping said urgently.

Qin Chuan’s mouth twitched— her words sounded oddly suggestive, like a concubine impatient for the king’s favor. Only, this concubine was far from attractive.

When Qin Chuan remained silent, Zhou Yunping pressed, “Director Qin, when do we start?”

“Right now!” Qin Chuan replied, rotating his wrists and ankles in a warm-up routine. To the uninitiated, it would seem he was preparing for a fight.

Even Zhou Yunping, who had always believed in the “physical therapy weight-loss method,” felt her heart race at the sight. For a fleeting moment, she doubted the effectiveness of this method, but the desire to become a slender beauty quickly overpowered all skepticism.

The two bodyguards exchanged glances, their lips twitching. Their gaze toward Qin Chuan was filled with complex emotions— he wasn’t even bothering to hide it anymore.

They had faithfully reported everything to their master. At first, he was furious at how his wife was being manipulated, but after visiting the hospital and seeing how much Zhou Yunping was enjoying herself, he simply surrendered. Outwardly, he declared grandly that he would “fully support his wife’s weight-loss plan.”

The bodyguards believed the real reason for their master’s indifference was the abundance of beautiful women at his side. Every few months, he swapped out his secretary for a younger, prettier one. As long as his wife didn’t cause trouble at home, he was happy to let his flag fly outside.

“Are you ready?” Qin Chuan asked with a smile after finishing his warm-up.

Zhou Yunping nodded solemnly.

The bodyguards exchanged another glance, then turned and left. They had finally let go of their concerns— after all, they were just salaried employees. If the bosses wanted to indulge themselves, so be it; as long as the money kept coming, why nitpick the details?

As the bodyguards locked the door behind them, they clearly heard the dull thud of a fist meeting flesh.

Bang!

“Ow! Ah! Oh!” Zhou Yunping’s cries of pain— mingled with pleasure— echoed through the room.

“Director Qin, today... your strength seems a bit... a bit lacking,” Zhou Yunping commented between gasps.

Just then, Qin Chuan noticed the lounge door had cracked open, revealing Liu Qingcheng’s exquisite, flushed face, still tinged with lingering excitement. She waved an antique phone at him.

Qin Chuan mouthed for her to answer it. She responded with an “OK” gesture, then called out in an irresistibly seductive voice, “Brother Chuan, come on! Harder, don’t stop!”

Qin Chuan’s body tensed— and then he redoubled his efforts, giving Zhou Yunping a thorough beating.