Chapter 26

I held the lunch box and silently sat in the corner, receiving resentful glances from many single colleagues. Some coworkers around me stretched their necks, curious about what was inside.

Well, let me open it for you to envy. Don’t be too jealous.

So, with a pretentious attitude, I opened the three-layer lunch box in my hand—

A strong and distinctive smell rushed out.

First layer, river snail rice noodle.

Second layer, stinky tofu.

Third layer, durian mille-feuille.

The onlookers’ faces changed drastically, and they dispersed instantly. Some with good appetites sat there, eating their boxed meals while waiting for me to live-stream eating feces.

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I mumbled, and Du Hongting, with a sly smile, pulled up a chair beside me. “Manager Shang has something to attend to, you go ahead. We can handle things here.”

Manager Shang left, giving me a warning look before departing.

I nodded heavily to him and then made a secret OK gesture with my hand to assure him. Du Hongting indeed had work-related matters to discuss with me. However, as we were talking, his hand somehow ended up on top of mine. I pretended to be nervous, lowering my head and whispering, “Quickly take your hand away; there’s a surveillance camera above my head.” He hastily withdrew his hand and sat back obediently. Hahaha.

I, like a monkey grabbing a peach, covered the area between his legs— Du Hongting’s horrified expression is still hilarious to recall.

After solving the work-related issues, it was time to leave. I asked Du Hongting where he wanted to eat. He said, “Dream on, I’m still mad at you, remember?” Then he drove away.

Fine.

I initially planned to let him calm down quietly for another two days, but it wasn’t over.

The next morning at 6 a.m., Du Hongting’s assistant called Manager Shang to complain about me. There were still some issues with the changes made last night, and I needed to go to their company immediately to address it. Without having breakfast, I sprinted all the way.

When I arrived at their company, no one was working yet. The assistant found me, running towards me, “Mr. Du wants you to go upstairs and see him.”

I didn’t understand why they had to be so dramatic and suspenseful. If I hadn’t remembered that I did overlook a detail last night, I would have thought he was just showing off to me.

Upon reaching the upper floor, as the elevator door opened, there was a sense of entering a new world.

I said.

Do you rich people all wake up so early for fitness?

The assistant led me to the side of the swimming pool and then left. People around the gym were dressed in bikinis and swim trunks, while I felt a bit embarrassed in my sweater.

I scanned the pool area and found Du Hongting right in the center. The moment he emerged from the water was like a slow-motion scene from a movie, water flowing down his wheat-colored skin inch by inch.

I heard myself gulp heavily.

Shame on me. We’ve been a married couple for so long, is it appropriate for my heart to race like this?

Fortunately, I wasn’t alone. A pair of middle-aged men beside me whispered, “This young man has a great figure, really enviable…” Behind me, a pair of young ladies shyly said, “I really want to touch his eight-pack abs and the V-line… don’t know whose little wolfhound he is… you should ask for his phone number…”

For a moment, I strangely felt a sense of pride. It was like possessing a rare treasure that I couldn’t wait to show off to others.

Du Hongting swam to the shore, pushed himself up with both hands, and came ashore. His body’s contours were clearly visible, and the focus areas… I blushed too much to look directly.

As he walked towards me, everyone around, including me, was stunned by his charm.

At that moment, I thought if I could call him “baby” and then touch his abs, I couldn’t feel more proud.

However, this little devil took the bathrobe from his assistant and wrapped himself up tightly.

He said in a businesslike manner, “Let’s discuss matters here.”

During the discussion, I was eating breakfast and couldn’t help my gaze from drifting towards him. I wondered if he was doing it on purpose. Was the bathrobe so loose and the collar so open, exposing his collarbone and thighs, intended to seduce me?

But the reality proved otherwise.

After resolving the work-related matters, he asked me to leave. Due to the presence of his assistant, I didn’t want to create a scene. Otherwise, I would have definitely given this little troublemaker a good dressing down!

That night, I couldn’t sleep. My mind was filled with the seductive scene of Du Hongting emerging from the water like a lotus.

I called him, and he leisurely said, “What’s the rush? There’s still one more day.”

His calm response made me so angry that I hung up the phone immediately and searched online for “minimum sentence for rape.” After learning that it could result in the death penalty, I extinguished the fire in my heart.

On the third day, he finally didn’t bother me with his false pretenses. It was a peaceful day. As the end of the workday approached, the little monster showed up.

Our company has a basketball court in the backyard, and male employees usually gather there to play basketball after work. Unfortunately, their looks are mediocre, making it challenging to attract the attention of the few remaining single female employees in our company.

I don’t know why there are so many people on the basketball court today. All the female employees in the entire company didn’t leave after work; they all gathered there.

Curiosity kills the cat. I also went to join the fun.

I saw Du Hongting wearing a tank top playing basketball with everyone. He was sweating, agile, and full of explosive power, capturing the attention of the entire court.

That little rascal is really a show-off. Why wear such short shorts for playing basketball? The tank top is so tight and revealing!

At a glance, you can tell he’s not a serious man.

The female colleagues in our company, who usually appear very serious, were completely exposed. They showed no signs of modesty, unlike someone with my character.

Du Hongting won the game, receiving a bottle of mineral water from his male colleagues. He opened the cap, tilted his head back to drink, seemingly unquenchable. Then, he poured the remaining water over his head, leaving him half-wet and half-dry, extremely enticing.

I, who desired but couldn’t have, felt an itchy resentment — “Why do I feel like he’s deliberately showing off his muscles?”

One female colleague beside me quickly became a fan of Du Hongting, scolding me, “Meng Qiqi, your thoughts are too vulgar!”

Du Hongting left quickly, completely ignoring me standing nearby making faces at him.

What’s going on?

I received a text from him after returning.

Du Hongting: “Dare to provoke me again in the future?”

Oh, I see.

No wonder he has been flaunting so much these days!

So, he wanted to flirt with me.

Hehe.

You want to compare flirting skills with me?

Let me show you the power of Dad!

I called him.

Du Hongting with an unfriendly tone: “What’s up?”

Me: “Sleeping naked tonight, are you coming?”

I estimate there’s a hundred rounds of internal conflict going on in that little show-off’s heart.

Not even two seconds passed: “I’m coming, leave the door for me.”