The clock on the wall ticked away, it had been fifteen minutes since Hua Hua had indulged, seemingly falling into a deep sleep.
Ling Yin erged from the restroom, adjusted the temperature in the lounge, quietly shut the door, and returned to his office.
As the door closed, Hua Hua opened his eyes, still hazy from intoxication and passion.
Staring at the clock on the wall, he turned over in confusion.
He couldn’t quite figure out Ling Yin.
He didn’t even touch him, just took care of him once, yet it seed like Hua Hua got a great deal out of it. Why was that?
Should he pay him a service fee?
He turned over again in bewildernt, unable to comprehend.
Until a wave of fatigue hit, and he slipped into sleep.
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With too much work in hand, Ling Yin returned to his office and started dealing with his tasks.
The secretary entered with docunts, and he focused intently, the man engrossed in work, ticulous and strategizing.
The secretary held the docunts he had reviewed but didn’t hasten to leave.
Ling Yin watched her hesitate, leaned back slightly, and asked, "Is there sothing?"
The secretary wore a troubled expression and said, "Boss Ling, you have a eting in half an hour."
"Okay." He nodded, but the secretary still didn’t leave, prompting his curiosity: "Speak your mind."
The secretary’s face flushed, "You should check the mirror." Then she turned and quickly fled from his office.
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Checking the mirror was a shock indeed.
His lips were bitten, and there were several kiss and bite marks on his neck. Ling Yin stared at himself in the mirror, troubled by the thought of the eting in half an hour; if the boss saw him like this, Little Yan’s prediction that it would be the end for him might just co true!
He pressed the intercom and called the secretary.
Ling Yin tried hard to keep his expression from cracking, rubbed his brow, and after a long pause, said, "I’m not feeling well, please excuse from today’s eting."
Such a la excuse!
The secretary stifled a laugh—it was rare to see Boss Ling so embarrassed; he was usually calm and reserved; his private life appeared clean; he never did anything outrageous, let alone in his own office!
And with a drunk man, no less!
The secretary nearly gasped—Ling Yin and a man? That was too explosive!
First-hand information!
Should she spread it wildly?
But even with a thousand strokes of courage, she’d keep it hidden for Boss Ling, and more importantly, help him save face: "Boss Ling, I could do so makeup for you; even if you skip the eting, if other departnts happen to co by in the afternoon, well... I an, a little touch-up could help our departnt’s image."
Ling Yin kept his face straight, saying nothing, staring at the secretary for a long ti, then resignedly said, "If you want to laugh, go ahead."
The secretary replied, serious-faced, "I wouldn’t dare."
Ling Yin tapped his fingers on the table, seeing her fight back laughter yet motionless, he awkwardly spoke again, "Didn’t you say to enhance our departnt’s image? Get on with it! There’s only twenty minutes left until the eting starts!"
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