Chapter 3Video of the Beautiful Neighbor

Today she wore a formal business suit. The mole under her eye looked incredibly alluring—just like the angle in my dream when I looked down at her. The thought made my body heat up again.

"Good morning," she said politely as she stepped in.

"Not great." Honestly, after that dream, I hadn’t slept well—I felt mentally drained.

"What's wrong?"

"Some voice made my cat meow like she was in heat—even in her sleep."

… The elevator went dead silent.

To break the awkwardness, I added casually: "Sounded a lot like your voice."

"Haha, my voice isn’t that distinctive."

"I wonder what you sound like when you scream."

… Great, silence again.

We reached the first floor. She grabbed her bag and hurried out—I followed at a respectful distance.

We’d be seeing each other all the time; I couldn’t keep teasing her then awkwardly bumping into her, right?

Just as I considered calling out, she turned back, taking a deep breath.

"I’m so sorry—it was probably me. I was exhausted yesterday and… forgot to turn off Bluetooth before falling asleep. I was just so tired." She stumbled through the explanation, face turning red.

"Fang Yan, let me make it up to you. I’ll drive you to work."

I’d been so focused on her I hadn’t noticed the sports car we’d reached.

"No thanks. Traffic’s terrible this hour—I don’t want to slow you down."

"It's fine, Fang Yan. My hours are flexible." She opened the car door—too awkward to refuse, I got in.

She looked younger than me—how could she afford such an expensive sports car?

"Ready to go, Fang Yan?" Mu Sisi smiled, buckling her seatbelt.

"666 Corporate Drive, Tech Park." I gave my work address, watching the seatbelt press against her chest. Damn, she’s stacked.

We didn’t talk much, but she didn’t need GPS—drove straight to my office building like she knew the way.

At the office, I stared at my computer, lost in thought. Then Qiu from my team patted my shoulder.

"Morning, Fang Yan!" Skinny guy, but he’s got a strong pat.

"Qiu, been working out? That’s a solid pat." I rubbed my sore shoulder.

"Hehe, yeah—but not *that* kind of gym." Qiu grinned, whispering: "Moved in with my girlfriend. She’s a sub—loves getting spanked."

Good grief—are young couples really into this stuff? His words made me think of Mu Sisi’s Bluetooth video. She’s probably a sub too.

"All departments, meeting time!" The intercom blared. Everyone headed to the main conference room.

Inside the conference room:

"Heard the CEO’s son is back from overseas!"

"A new boss?"

"The CEO’s been MIA forever—rumor says he’s sick. Would he let an outsider run the company?"

"True... Shhh, they're coming!"

I listened to the gossip, craning my neck to see who was coming—only to freeze.