CHAPTER 1284: CHAPTER 482: SECRETARY JIN’S LITTLE SCHEMES

YJTC, a grand flat.

In the bathroom, the gentle lighting spilled over the white tiles, with steam lingering in the air.

"Splash——" The warm water cascaded down Secretary Jin’s long hair, gliding across her fair and tender skin, outlining a perfect body curve.

Her exquisite face grew hazy and unreal in the mist.

The sound of water suddenly stopped, leaving the bathroom in silence.

She picked up a soft towel, gently wrapped her snow-white body, dried her hair, and walked with light, graceful steps to the dressing room.

Sitting in front of the dressing table, after a simple skincare routine.

Casually tossing away the towel, she put on her underwear, then picked up Tang Song’s shirt and slipped it on.

The shirt’s collar was slightly open, revealing a delicate collarbone and a deep, full cleavage.

The hem hung down to her thighs, with each step her shapely thighs peeked out, exuding an alluring sensuality.

She entered the bedroom.

Lying on the soft large bed, Secretary Jin leaned against the headboard, picked up the photo frame again, and caressed it with her fingers, a myriad of indescribable emotions hidden in her deep, bright eyes.

Memories gradually surged up in her heart.

In the summer of 2016, in an unassuming café, she saw him for the first time.

This "unknown" that had deeply affected her in dreams was completely different from what she had imagined.

The 18-year-old him still carried a hint of youthful air, tall, thin, and fresh-looking, seemingly ordinary yet exuding mystery.

His eyes seemed to penetrate every corner of her heart.

The initial interactions were not smooth, but each fact proved after her doubts was like opening a new door to her worldview.

His every firm gaze, every brief yet powerful word, stirred ripples in her heart, eventually converging into a profound and passionate love.

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"President Tang, short selling now is sheer suicide!... What are your reasons for this judgment? If we’re wrong, the funding chain will completely collapse!"

"I won’t be wrong. All you need to do is trust me and follow my plan."

"Hoo— fine! I’ll trust you!"

...

"The bubble could burst at any moment. Can’t we wait? Moreover, if the government intervenes, our positions might suffer significant losses."

"Do as I say."

"What if..."

"There won’t be any ’what if.’ The policy only delays death; it can’t change the result."

...

"Within the next five years, artificial intelligence will completely disrupt all industries."

"Secretary Jin, your stockings today are very beautiful, I really like them."

"This time, I will not let you down again."

...

Scenes from the past sparkled like bright stars deep in her memory.

Finally, they freeze on his deep and dark eyes, and the words he said before leaving: "Perhaps, but it doesn’t matter. What’s important is that all of this is for our future."

Secretary Jin opened her eyes, slightly raising her head.

Her straight nose and full lips were as exquisite as carvings under the light.

Of course, in this process, there were also some experiences that were unpleasant for her.

For example, Liu Qingning, whom he had wholeheartedly loved over the years.

And Su Yu, who had distracted much of his attention during a critical year-long period.

She once thought that his love belonged only to Liu Qingning because he treated her uniquely.

To change him, she made many efforts.

Yet suddenly, Zhao Yaqian appeared, followed closely by Wen Ruan.

Almost causing her emotions to collapse.

But it wasn’t entirely bad; at least he wouldn’t belong to just one person.

Once his heart opened, she was absolutely confident she could receive his greatest love.

This was thoroughly validated on Valentine’s Day.

It was also the main reason she dared to move directly into YJTC, dare to approach Zhao Yaqian and Wen Ruan.

She could tolerate the presence of other women, even help him coordinate and maintain relationships, but the premise was that no one could obstruct her.

"Knock, knock, knock——" A knock on the door sounded.

"Chairman Jin, dinner is ready. Also, Shangguan has arrived."

"I understand."

Secretary Jin put down the photo frame and got up to walk out.

Shangguan Qiuya and Lin Tiantian maintained a calm look but couldn’t help gazing at her shirt.

Having followed Chairman Jin for so long, they had never seen her in such a sexy appearance.

Even as women, after seeing her, they felt a bit mesmerized.

In the dining room, a few exquisite dishes were placed on the solid wood table.

Secretary Jin took a sip of the warm floral tea.

Shangguan Qiuya said softly, "Chairman Jin, I’ve already arranged a meeting with Wen Ruan, and the place is set. She doesn’t know it’s you who wants to see her personally, but given her intelligence, she might guess something."

"Mm, it’s okay." Secretary Jin nodded lightly, her eyes twinkling.

The reason she came to Yan City to see Wen Ruan was also because of a very important concern.

She was very worried about Tang Song’s health condition.

Wen Ruan, at 30 years old, in her prime, passionate about fitness and knowledgeable, was undoubtedly like a steel blade scraping bone.

According to the information Su Yu deliberately revealed to her before, Wen Ruan and Tang Song played tennis once, at least for over an hour, and it was particularly intense.

Clearly, such a charming, naturally seductive woman wouldn’t be good for him if not controlled.

When Tang Song really wants to have something happen between them in the future, he might lack the energy.

For the sake of her own future happiness, Secretary Jin would not let this really happen.