Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1095 - 540

Fang Cheng and Lin Chuqiao walked back along the slope they came from, pushing open the heavy iron door of the bunker.

There was no feeling of it underground just now, but once they emerged, the immense clamor hit them instantly.

"Rumble——"

Not far away, several yellow excavators were waving their hefty arms, working away.

The drum of the mixer slowly rotated, stirring the slurry.

The workers’ shouts rang out continuously, interspersed with the crisp sound of steel colliding.

Compared to the silence and emptiness of the bunker, this place was full of bustling energy.

It was as if they had dived back into the noisy and bustling world from an isolated underground realm.

By now, the sun had slanted westward, casting the industrial park in an orange-yellow glow.

Fang Cheng stood at the entrance, squinting to adapt to the outside light, casually dusting off his sleeve.

Then he turned his head to look at Lin Chuqiao beside him.

This woman, who was always impeccably exquisite, looked a bit disheveled at the moment.

The hem of her black business suit skirt was stained with a circle of gray-white plaster dust, and her shiny high heels were coated with a thick layer of dust, with even the heels smudged with dark red rust.

Just a moment ago, she had to hold the blueprints underground, explaining about the abandoned buildings and jotting down various data, quite a task indeed.

Lin Chuqiao seemed to feel a discomfort underfoot as well, glancing down with a slight frown.

She then took a wet wipe from her bag and bent down to gently clean the stains on her leather shoes.

"It’s almost enough, the ground is all dusty, it won’t get clean."

Fang Cheng advised as he looked at her cautious manner.

"At least wipe off this piece of grease, or how can I get in the car later?"

Lin Chuqiao muttered a sentence, without lifting her head, seemingly wrestling with the stubborn stain on the tip of her shoe.

To apply more force, she had to bend her waist even deeper, her body swaying slightly.

With this broad movement, the already well-tailored black business suit skirt was instantly stretched tightly.

The fabric snugly fit against the contours of her body, delineating a breathtakingly full curve, presenting a perfect peach-like silhouette.

Standing at the side and slightly behind, Fang Cheng’s gaze inadvertently lingered for a moment.

Though he always knew Lin Chuqiao had a striking figure, and her walk was graceful on normal days, this completely unguarded rear view angle was overwhelmingly visually impactful.

The mature woman’s unique plumpness and firmness were utterly accentuated by the conservative black suit skirt.

It was like a ripe peach, exuding a silent allure under the setting sun.

Fang Cheng’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, feeling it inappropriate to stare, he intended to shift his gaze away.

However, just as his eyes wandered, he raised an eyebrow, noticing the prominent gray-white mark near the thigh root on the taut side-back of Lin Chuqiao’s skirt.

Probably when she was in the bunker earlier, as she turned her body to measure data on those load-bearing columns, she accidentally brushed against the wall.

At this moment, Lin Chuqiao happened to stand up straight, turning her head only to collide with Fang Cheng’s somewhat fixed gaze.

Following Fang Cheng’s line of sight, she looked down, tugging at her skirt, and discovered the unsightly stain.

"Oh..."

Lin Chuqiao let out a soft cry, her eyebrows furrowing tightly.

She quickly took out a new tissue from her bag, reaching down to try and wipe the dusty skirt clean.

But the location was rather tricky, situated on the outer side of the back thigh, in a visual blind spot.

Wearing a business suit, with her shapely and plump figure, even slightly bigger movements felt restrictive.

Twisting her body, she tried wiping several times, her fingers barely reaching the edge.

Not only did she fail to clean it, but due to insufficient strength, she ended up smearing the dust even more.

Seeing her clumsily fumbling, getting a bit flustered and blushing, Fang Cheng shook his head helplessly.

"Don’t move, let me do it."

He stepped forward, naturally taking the tissue from Lin Chuqiao’s hand.

Lin Chuqiao’s body stiffened suddenly, her lips pursed, but she didn’t dodge.

She just stood obediently in place, her legs together, her body instinctively tense.

Fang Cheng bent down, gently wiping the stain with the tissue.

Through the thin fabric of the suit, the sensation at his fingertips was startlingly clear.

The plump, soft resilience felt as if a little more pressure would cause his fingers to sink into the soft flesh.

Though he was merely lending a helping hand, the atmosphere around them became more intimate.

Even the rumbling excavator in the distance seemed to fade, leaving only the somewhat rapid breaths.

Lin Chuqiao could clearly feel the warmth and pressure of Fang Cheng’s fingertips, a strange tingling spreading from the contact point throughout her body.

Her charming face blushed with a rosy hue, even her ears heated up, her eyes turning watery and bemused, gripping her briefcase tightly.

Fang Cheng didn’t linger, withdrawing his hand quickly after completely removing the stain.

He stood up, observing Lin Chuqiao’s endlessly bashful yet composed demeanor, feeling inexplicably restless.

"Ahem."

Fang Cheng cleared his throat softly, breaking the somewhat ambiguous mood, and subtly changed the subject:

"I see it’s getting late, about time for dinner."

Hearing this, Lin Chuqiao sighed in relief.

She raised the back of her hand to her burning cheek, then glanced at her watch, her tone carrying a hint of surprise: