Ye Luo said this, directly telling all the latest jokes he had learned, but after he finished, Zhou Siqi’s pretty face blushed even more, her eyes filled with a mix of bashfulness and playful reproach, inciting a fiery desire in those who saw her.

"Ye... Vice Chief Ye, you are... you are too much."

Zhou Siqi looked at Ye Luo with a face full of shyness, saying those words. The jokes Ye Luo had just shared were all inappropriate for children, and Zhou Siqi, a college graduate who hadn’t been out of school for long, couldn’t help feeling extremely shy.

Ye Luo laughed heartily, finding teasing his youthful and cute secretary to be a highly enjoyable thing to do.

Then Ye Luo took the opportunity to slip into Li Wanqin’s office.

Seeing Ye Luo arrive, Li Wanqin appeared somewhat flustered and quickly said, "Why are you here? Leave quickly, it will be bad if other people see us."

"What’s there to fear, we are colleagues after all; what’s wrong with meeting and discussing work?"

Li Wanqin was speechless, thinking to herself that she was a director and he a vice chief of the security department—what work-related discussions could they possibly have?

However, she was well aware of Ye Luo’s character and thick-skinned nature, so she couldn’t help but ask, "Is there something you need?"

"I just came to see my lovely wife Wan Qin."

Ye Luo smiled seductively, walking over to Li Wanqin and wrapping his arms around her.

Li Wanqin’s delicate body trembled, her cheeks flushed crimson as she quickly said, "Don’t... It will be bad if Qing Ya finds out. Please go."

Since those few incidents, the relationship between Li Wanqin and Ye Luo had become much closer, and her heart was not so averse to him anymore, perhaps because they had already been intimate.

But no matter what, Li Wanqin still couldn’t accept any intimate actions with Ye Luo in the company, especially since he was the fiancé of her good sister and boss, Ling Qingya, making it difficult for her to cross that line in her heart.

"Don’t worry so much; I’ll handle everything. How about going out tonight? I want to relive the scene from that day."

Ye Luo whispered near Li Wanqin’s ear, his breath hot. Because of his Nine Yang Physique, his inner yang energy had become more and more vigorous.

Hearing Ye Luo’s words, Li Wanqin’s face turned even redder, spreading to her neck, and she couldn’t help but recall that night’s events. A shiver ran through her body, giving her a tingling sensation.

Ding-a-ling-a-ling!

Just at this critical moment, Ye Luo’s phone began to ring, bringing Li Wanqin back to her senses. She quickly struggled to stand up from Ye Luo, darting to the side, her face quickly returning to normal.

Ye Luo’s mouth curved into a wry smile as he took out his phone, irritably snapping, "Who is it?"

"Uh?"

A surprised voice came through the phone, followed by a steady tone.

"Mr. Ye, this is Du Tianhao. I am the son of the elderly man you treated at the Rejuvenation Pavilion."

Ye Luo suddenly remembered the old man with glaucoma he had treated yesterday at the Rejuvenation Pavilion, whose son seemed to be called Du Tianhao, a big shot from Zhonghai.

"Oh, I remember now, it’s you. What’s the matter?" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Ye Luo said lazily, showing little respect for this so-called number one person in the political scene of Zhonghai, treating him as if he were just an ordinary person. Perhaps the only person in the entire Zhonghai who would dare to do so was this somewhat devilish fellow, Ye Luo.

Despite Ye Luo’s casual attitude, Du Tianhao on the other end of the phone still maintained a faint smile on his face.

"Mr. Ye, I mentioned yesterday that I want to properly thank you. Today, I have booked a private room at the Purple Pavilion, and my father and I specially invite you to join us. It’s also a way for us to properly express our gratitude to you, Mr. Ye."

Du Tianhao sounded very sincere, completely lacking the domineering presence and aura of Zhonghai’s top political figure.

Ye Luo was originally planning to refuse, but after glancing at Li Wanqin, something crossed his mind, and he immediately responded, "Alright, I’ll be there."

After hanging up the call, Ye Luo’s lips still bore that mischievous smile as he looked at Li Wanqin.

Under Ye Luo’s gaze, Li Wanqin’s heart quivered, she radiated dazzling beauty, her eyes somewhat frantic, looking helpless like a young maiden.

If other employees of Ling Corporation were to witness this scene, they would surely be astounded.

After all, Li Wanqin was known along with Ling Qingya as one of the two icy beauties of Ling Corporation, usually serious and stern, never revealing the demeanor of a demure woman as she did today.

"Why... why are you staring at me?"

"Wanqin dear, I’m about to go sort out your father’s work issue. When it’s done, you’ll have to properly repay me."

Ye Luo’s playful smile lingered as he stole a quick kiss on her red lips when Li Wanqin wasn’t paying attention and then turned and left.

Li Wanqin couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, covering her mouth with her hand, her face flushed with unbearable shame, her cheeks red as if they were about to drip water, looking irresistibly charming and stirring up a tumult of emotions.

The Purple Pavilion, the most high-end club in Zhonghai City, is among the top establishments in the multitude of clubs in Zhonghai and a frequent display of status by the city’s wealthy heirs and socialites.

Moreover, the owner of the Purple Pavilion is incredibly mysterious; to this day, no one has seen its owner.

The club is located in the purple bamboo forest of the Eastern District of Zhonghai, surrounded by a serene and elegant bamboo grove. The whole club is designed with ancient architecture—red brick, green tiles, carved beams, painted eaves, with willows casting their shade.

It resembled an ancient royal garden, filled with an air of grace and luxury, worthy of being Zhonghai’s most prestigious high-end club. The privilege of playing here even once would mean one is either rich or noble, and having a membership card to this club is a symbol of status, more face-giving than driving a luxury car.

In the parking area outside of the club, there were many luxurious vehicles parked, each valued at least in the millions, reflecting the worth of the Purple Pavilion.

Just then, a white BMW leisurely arrived, parking outside the club. As Ye Luo was getting out of the car, a roar of powerful engines resounded near his ears as several luxury sports cars sped towards him.

Leading them was a blue Lamborghini worth millions, which drifted to a stop in front of Ye Luo’s car. The door opened, and a young man dressed in high-end designer casual wear stepped out, none other than Ling Qingya’s brother, Ling Xiaofeng.

From the other racing cars, a group of young men descended, each dressed splendidly, exuding the air of wealthy heirs, clearly the sons of either the rich or the powerful of Zhonghai.