Wang Yan and San walked into the group's gates.
There was no sign of Zhao Xinyao on the first or second floor; the whole group was quiet.
San was shocked and hurriedly said, "Could she have already gone to commit suicide? Oh no, this is going to be troublesome."
Wang Yan smiled and shook his head, saying meaningfully, "Without seeing me, how could she bear to commit suicide?"
Speaking, Wang Yan went up to the second floor and arrived in front of his office.
He pushed open the office door, and sure enough, Zhao Xinyao was in the office.
The entire office was spotlessly clean, with not a speck of dust on the table, chairs, bookshelves, and other furniture.
San praised, "She cleaned it up so well, it seems she truly knows she's at fault and is making amends."
Wang Yan's eyes swept the office, looked at the moved desk and the books on the bookshelves, then smiled coldly.
As soon as Zhao Xinyao saw Wang Yan come in, she suddenly rushed over, tears streaming down, "President Wang Yan, I know I was wrong."
With that, Zhao Xinyao opened her arms, ready to hug Wang Yan just like she did with San earlier.
However, when Zhao Xinyao rushed in front of Wang Yan and closed her arms, she felt like she was hugging empty air—Wang Yan wasn't there at all.
In a daze, Zhao Xinyao looked up and saw that Wang Yan, who had been standing in front of her, was nowhere to be seen, leaving only San in front of her.
Hurriedly searching around, Zhao Xinyao saw that Wang Yan had somehow already seated himself behind the desk.
Seeing Wang Yan's calm demeanor, Zhao Xinyao was stunned; her eyes rolled as she began crying profusely, "President Wang Yan, I know I was wrong. Just seeing you satisfies me; now, I can go die."
As she cried, Zhao Xinyao was about to turn around and rush out of the office.
San was standing at the office door. When he saw Zhao Xinyao about to seek death again, he hurriedly grabbed her and anxiously said to Wang Yan, "Boss, what should we do?"
Seeing Zhao Xinyao so desperately seeking death, Wang Yan's face remained indifferent. He gestured to San, "San, you go out first. Let me talk to her alone."
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But after Wang Yan spoke, Zhao Xinyao didn't rush to the door. Instead, she stood still.
San admired internally; it seems the boss is truly charming, a single sentence is more effective than hundreds of mine this morning.
At this moment, San left the office and closed the door.
Left alone in the office were Wang Yan and Zhao Xinyao, with Wang Yan wearing a meaningful smile, he said to Zhao Xinyao, "Speak, what do you want from me?"
Seeing Wang Yan in front of her, Zhao Xinyao suddenly felt powerless.
Although Wang Yan appeared very young, not much older than San, in front of Wang Yan, she felt like she had no secrets.
Standing in front of Wang Yan, she felt completely seen through.
Actually, when San left earlier, under the guise of cleaning, Zhao Xinyao had entered Wang Yan's office and searched it thoroughly, but she found no prescriptions.
Left with no choice, Zhao Xinyao really cleaned the office to cover the traces of movement and search.
Then, Zhao Xinyao waited here for Wang Yan. In her mind, dealing with Wang Yan would be no different from dealing with San; just crying a few times would surely win Wang Yan over.
Who knew that upon meeting Wang Yan, Zhao Xinyao realized she was wrong?
This Wang Yan, with a deep mind, didn't look like a twenty-year-old young person at all.
Zhao Xinyao took a deep breath to lift her spirits, thinking: Young men will be lustful, if nothing works, use the last resort.
Thinking of this, Zhao Xinyao squeezed out a few more tears, feigning her most pitiful appearance, swaggered over to the office desk.
Bending over, she supported herself with both arms on the table, gazing at Wang Yan.
At this angle, Zhao Xinyao knew that her neckline was fully exposed, and Wang Yan, seated, would see her alluring cleavage with a mere glance.
Zhao Xinyao was extremely confident in her figure; once Wang Yan saw it, ensuring he would fall step by step into her trap.
Sure enough, Wang Yan glanced at Zhao Xinyao's chest, blushed, and quickly turned his gaze elsewhere.
Seeing Wang Yan's reaction, Zhao Xinyao relaxed internally: after all, he's just a young boy, blushes so easily.
Thinking this, Zhao Xinyao extended her tongue, licking her full red lips repeatedly, said in a low, magnetic voice, "President Wang Yan, I am now all alone, no one loves or wants me, truly pitiful. I see you're young and successful, yet you don't even have a personal secretary. My heart aches; you truly need someone to take care of you. I want to be that person to care for you, Wang Yan—"
As Zhao Xinyao spoke, she kept shaking her chest, making the whiteness even more eye-piercing.
With verbal and physical teasing, Zhao Xinyao was confident Wang Yan couldn't escape her grasp.
Sure enough, Wang Yan slowly turned his head, but instead of glancing at Zhao Xinyao's chest, he fixated on her eyes.
Seeing this, Zhao Xinyao thought Wang Yan was hooked, feeling proud, she slowly climbed onto the desk, knelt with both knees in front, raised her hips, crawled to Wang Yan, twisted her waist, licked her lips, and let out "Mm-ah" sounds, "Wang Yan, let me take care of you, serve you—"
Just then, Wang Yan cheerfully replied, "Okay."
Hearing Wang Yan's agreement, Zhao Xinyao was delighted, she gazed hazily at Wang Yan.
However, when Zhao Xinyao saw Wang Yan, she found something was amiss.
Because Wang Yan's eyes were clear, without any hint of lust.
While Zhao Xinyao was hesitating, Wang Yan's eyes showed two black whirlpools, slowly rotating in his pupils.
When Zhao Xinyao saw the whirlpools, it was as if being sucked into a black hole, her eyes stared blankly, losing all their radiance.
Wang Yan slowly stood up, shook his head, and said, "Using the Eye of Bewitchment against this woman is overkill. But her Demon Art just now was quite powerful."
Saying that, Wang Yan stood up, turned, and left the office.
In the office, Zhao Xinyao clung to the broom she used for cleaning, tightly clamping with her legs, murmuring, "Wang Yan, Wang Yan, you're amazing—"