Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1528 - 734:

If those ordinary employees downstairs were to see this scene, they would be absolutely shocked.

Their President Lin, who is usually unreachable, cold, and strict, is now nestled in a man’s arms like a little wife.

"As long as you’re satisfied, everything I do is worth it."

Lin Chuqiao wrapped her fair arms around Fang Cheng’s neck, resting her cheek on his broad chest, nuzzling softly, with a hint of unreserved coquettishness in her tone:

"I maintained a professional demeanor just now downstairs, my facial muscles were almost stiff. It’s still most relaxing being by your side."

Since the two confirmed their relationship, whenever they are away from work settings, she becomes increasingly clingy, wanting to stick to Fang Cheng all the time.

Feeling the softness and fullness of the delicate body in his arms, and the light fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose, Fang Cheng’s gaze softened.

He reached out and wrapped his arms around Lin Chuqiao’s slender waist, his palm gently caressing her back through her silk blouse:

"In the future, when there are no outsiders, you don’t need any disguises in front of me."

"That’s what you said."

Lin Chuqiao raised her head, her enchanting eyes shimmering with waves, filled with love for the man beside her.

She stretched out her slender fingers and gently smoothed out a crease on Fang Cheng’s shirt collar.

Then she brought her red lips close to his ear, her breath like orchids:

"Brother Cheng, the tea is freshly brewed and a bit hot. Do you want to drink tea first... or try something else?"

Fang Cheng gazed at the radiant woman in his arms.

He didn’t speak but answered with actions, lowering his head to capture those warm red lips.

Lin Chuqiao slightly tilted her chin up, her hands naturally climbing onto his shoulders, responding passionately.

Gradually, their breaths intertwined, and the faint aroma of tea spread between their lips and teeth.

In the spacious office, sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, scattering shadows.

The outside noise was completely blocked by the thick soundproof glass, leaving only this quiet and enchanting private space.

The heroic spirit in Fang Cheng’s chest, brought by the expansion of power, was perfectly released at this moment.

After a long while, their lips separated.

Lin Chuqiao’s cheeks were flushed with a lovely red, her eyes clouded with a layer of mist, breathing lightly as she leaned against Fang Cheng’s shoulder.

At this moment, she shed all defenses and strength, becoming as gentle as any ordinary woman.

Fang Cheng held her waist with one hand, the other gently combing through her loose long hair.

Neither spoke, simply enjoying this rare moment of warmth and peace.

"Knock knock knock—"

A sudden knock on the door unexpectedly broke the atmosphere inside the room.

Fang Cheng turned his head, easily identifying the visitor outside the door with his extraordinary perception:

"It’s Haozi."

Hearing that one of his subordinates had arrived, Lin Chuqiao immediately stood up from Fang Cheng’s lap.

She quickly smoothed out the folds of her skirt, tidied her slightly disheveled shirt collar, and ran her hand through her hair, swiftly reverting to her composed general manager demeanor.

"Come in."

Fang Cheng then spoke, his voice passing through the thick wooden door.

Click.

The doorknob turned, Xu Hao pushed the door open and strode in with vigor.

He wore a tight black T-shirt, highlighting his muscular build. As soon as he entered, he grinned widely:

"Boss! Miss Lin!"

Fang Cheng leaned back in the leather chair, chin slightly raised, motioning him to sit on the nearby sofa.

Xu Hao quickly crossed to the sofa and plopped down on the leather cushion.

Lin Chuqiao walked over gracefully, holding the freshly brewed purple clay teapot.

She then took out a clean teacup, placed it on the coffee table in front of Xu Hao, and tilted her wrist.

Clear tea flowed into the cup from the spout.

"Have some tea, it’s freshly brewed."

Lin Chuqiao warmly invited, like the hostess of the place.

Xu Hao, feeling flattered, lifted his butt, holding the edges of the teacup with both hands:

"Thank you, Miss Lin, you’re too kind, I could have poured it myself."

Sitting down, Xu Hao sneakily glanced at Lin Chuqiao as she walked back to the desk.

The woman’s fair cheeks still had a trace of lingering blush, and a slight crease at the collar was caught by his sharp eyes.

Having frequented night spots for years, Xu Hao instantly saw things clearly in his mind.

This beautiful woman in front of him is not just a high-ranking official of the Illuminati.

Judging from all the ambiguous actions he’s observed lately, the boss definitely has something going on with Miss Lin.

In other words, Lin Chuqiao is very likely to become his future boss lady.

Xu Hao held the warm teacup in both hands, calculating silently.

In the future, he must be more observant and flatter this boss lady properly to secure his core position as the chairman’s "number one underling."

He’s indeed a bit reckless, but he’s no fool.

Flattery, being an effortless and gratifying task, is definitely more the merrier.

Fang Cheng ignored his darting eyes, picked up his own teacup, and took a sip, getting straight to the point:

"How’s the situation over at Ancient Locust Village?"

This was precisely the reason Fang Cheng had specifically called Xu Hao over today.

Upon hearing the question, the bright smile on Xu Hao’s face immediately deflated, like a balloon losing air.

"Don’t even mention it, boss."

He put down his teacup and started complaining:

"That damned village doesn’t even have a cell signal, and at night, it’s either eerie winds or owls hooting. I’ve been guarding there every day for the last half month, and it feels like mushrooms are starting to grow on me."

Fang Cheng remained unmoved, his gaze falling on Xu Hao’s face:

"Has anyone from outside entered the village?"

"Absolutely not."

Xu Hao immediately sat up straight, putting away his joking demeanor, and assured:

"I and that superstar surnamed Cheng take turns watching 24 hours a day."

"Not to mention outsiders, not even a scavenger has shown up, let alone approached that dry well."

Fang Cheng nodded slightly and continued asking:

"How’s the change in the Yin energy at the bottom of the well? Have you gone down with Cheng Jiashu to check it out?"

"We just went down two days ago."

Recalling the scene at the bottom of the well, Xu Hao couldn’t help but rub the goosebumps on his arms:

"Man, the Yin energy down there is much denser than half a month ago, gray and foggy, easy to lose one’s way."

"After following Cheng Jiashu through that door, it became even darker inside, and the cold pierced straight to the bones, you couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face."

"What about that space crack?"

Fang Cheng continued to ask.

"It’s grown dozens of times larger."

Xu Hao extended his right hand, gesturing a width:

"At first, it was just a slit as thin as an eye, but now it’s about the width of a washbasin, with a creepy red light emitting from it."

"Cheng Jiashu squatted there studying it for half a day, saying it’s still not enough, the Yin energy in the earth veins hasn’t replenished completely, it’ll take more time."

Fang Cheng rested his fingers on the edge of the table, continuing to inquire:

"Has Cheng Jiashu been just waiting around by the well this whole time? Hasn’t he done anything else?"

"No way, his mind’s pretty sharp."

Xu Hao, feeling a bit thirsty, took a big sip of tea, wiped his mouth, and continued:

"Using Qian Dongming’s company as a front, he’s already kicked off the renovation of the resort."

"However, the construction team hasn’t arrived yet, so he’s moved a few excavators to block the road into the village, pretending to dig all day, effectively blocking the road into the mountains."

"Now, even if there are passing hikers, they can’t see anything going on inside the village."

Standing to the side, Lin Chuqiao heard the name Qian Dongming and timely chimed in:

"The funds that Qian Dongming previously donated have been gradually deposited into the offshore accounts we’ve set up over the past few days, without any trace. He’s been very cooperative."

"Miss Lin is absolutely right!"

Xu Hao immediately raised his volume to add flattery, then looked at Fang Cheng:

"This old guy is now literally at my beck and call, he’s made four or five trips to the village in just half a month, each time bringing big bags of fine cigarettes and liquor."

"He’s constantly asking me about the boss’s whereabouts, saying he heard we set up an organization and insisting on donating the rest of his estate to it, even asking if he could join."

Fang Cheng, upon hearing this, curled the corners of his mouth into a faint smile.

He picked up his teacup, speaking at an unhurried pace:

"Tell Qian Dongming that in light of his loyal behavior these days, the organization can consider giving him a peripheral member status. As for becoming a core member, that’ll require further observation."

"Got it, I’ll relay this to him right away, and I guarantee he’ll be thankful."

Xu Hao responded happily.

Then his expression changed, adopting a pitiful look as he gazed at Fang Cheng.

He seemed to be hesitating, as if there was something he wanted to say.