Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Luo Sang didn’t know what to say. Could someone please tell me what to do?
“Luo, when are you gonna truly give yourself to me.” Nian Junting gently embraced her from behind.
Luo Sang paused for a second. She was clearly aware of the fact that her last line of defense was already meaningless now, based on what had already happened so far. In that regard, Nian Junting had kept his promise. He said that he wouldn’t penetrate Luo Sang without her permission, and he never did.
He really loved her dearly.
If one day they had to separate, they would each marry a different person. But still, she now was willing to give him her virginity. In fact, she believed that giving her virginity to the man she truly loved would be more impressive than saving it for her future husband. Of course, it would be perfect if the man who had her virginity and her future husband were the same man. If things didn’t end up in an ideal way, she would at least have the good memories and wouldn’t regret her decision.
“When… we travel together, okay? Somewhere romantic,” Luo Sang murmured and blushed with a complicated look on her face. “I want it to be romantic, not random…”
Nian Junting’s eyes glowed with wild joy. He hadn’t expected her to agree when asking that question. “Alright.” He gently and excitedly put his arm around her. Suddenly, he felt that everything had been worthwhile.
…
At last, Luo Sang made some effort to solve Nian Junting’s problem with her hands. She didn’t realize how long they had spent in the office until she opened the door. She couldn’t manage to raise her head while opening the door, as she felt that everyone was staring at her with a weird look. She swore that she wouldn’t bring food for him ever again.
Unlike her, Nian Junting was very calm. He even shamelessly said to Manager Tu from the technical department, “In fact, I finished my lunch long ago. I specifically let you reflect on your actions. Do you know what you did wrong?”
Manager Tu was puzzled at first, then stuttered, “It’s my fault. Our website was attacked by hackers recently. I spent two hours fixing the problem.”
“Yeah,” Nian Junting nodded.
Looking at the pitiful Manager Tu, Luo Sang suddenly felt sorry for him. He had done nothing wrong, other than interrupting his boss while she was doing that thing.
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At nine o’clock in the evening, Nian Junting and Luo Sang went back to the villa after work. Once in, they saw President He waiting in the living room.
Luo Sang glanced at the teacups on the table. Clearly, President He had waited for a long time, as four teacups had already been emptied.
“Young Master, President He has been expecting you since six o’clock,” said Sister Lan.
“Mr. Nian, you two are finally back.” President He smiled fawningly. “Luo Sang, I came here to take you back to school. Those students who attacked you at the Christmas show have been suspended, and the ones who insulted you were given demerits. No one in the school will dare to bully you or say things about you ever again.”
Luo Sang stayed silent. She looked at Nian Junting, waiting to see how he would humiliate President He.
“You said that some of those students have been suspended. What about Ye Chuen?” Nian Junting sat on the couch with Luo Sang, then raised his cold eyes to look at President He.
President He was slightly puzzled and responded, “Isn’t Ye Chuen your relative? What did she do?”
“I don’t sense your sincerity.” Nian Junting smiled. “I’m telling you, Luo Sang will go back to school, only if Ye Chuen is not there.”
President He hurriedly gave a smile and replied, “Please don’t worry about that. Ye Chuen is going abroad soon, to study.”
“Yeah, a famous music academy. President He, you’re really nice to her.” Nian Junting sneered.
