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Chapter 393 The Greedy and Lustful Secretary 05

The silence lasted until the two people got into the car.

The air inside the car froze for a moment.

Pei Ci sat in the back seat, his posture erect, the lines of his high-end suit fitting smoothly on his broad shoulders and slender body.

The wrist exposed by the exquisite cuffs was wearing a low-key luxury watch, and the strap shone with a warm luster under the dim light in the car.

His fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest, and he tilted his head slightly, his eyes filled with scrutiny and doubt as he broke the silence and asked, "Is your family in Myanmar?"

His voice was steady and calm, just like the tone he used during negotiations in the business world, concise, direct, and unquestionable.

Yan Jiu was wearing a burgundy dress that perfectly outlined her curvy figure. The neckline of the dress perfectly showed off her charming collarbone. An exquisite necklace hung on her slender neck, and the pendant sparkled with tiny light as it swayed slightly.

Hearing Pei Ci's words, Yan Jiu was slightly stunned. Pei Ci was quite good at chatting. He talked her whole family to death with just one sentence.

After a pause, he said, "...No, they are all in the country, and they are all in Beijing. They are living a very happy and carefree life."

Pei Ci frowned slightly, his deep eyes were like a bottomless pool, making it difficult to understand his thoughts.

He pursed his lips and continued to ask, "Then why do you suddenly need 100 million? You said before that you didn't need money."

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his words. In his opinion, Yan Jiu's request was too abrupt and completely inconsistent with her usual calm and introverted style of behavior.

Yan Jiu stared straight ahead expressionlessly, but a hint of self-mockery seemed to linger at the corner of his mouth. His tone was as flat as if he was telling someone else's story: "I had a brain disease before, but now it's cured, so I need a lot of money."

Her hands rested casually on her legs, her fingers unconsciously fiddling with the hem of her skirt.

Pei Ci didn't realize there was something else behind Yan Jiu's words.

Instead, he nodded thoughtfully.

Yan Jiu has been his secretary for five years.

Over the past five years, her dedication and seriousness in her work have been obvious to all.

Whether it was dealing with mountains of documents or responding to various emergencies, she never slacked off.

And outside of work, she always kept a proper distance from him and never joked with him easily.

Therefore, he subconsciously concluded that what Yan Jiu said was true, but the demand for one hundred million really confused him.

Pei Ci raised his hand, stroking his chin gently with his slender fingers. After thinking for a moment, he said, "No wonder you're in such urgent need of money. Having a brain disease is no small matter. But isn't one hundred million a bit too much? Tell me which expert doctor it is, and I'll send someone to check it out."

Yan Jiu twitched the corners of her mouth and waved her hands quickly. Her wrists were slender and white, and as she moved, a delicate sapphire chain made a tiny sound.

"Don't bother checking. He's a hermit. He just passed by me on the street and saw me once, and he knew what ails me. He used his miraculous hands to cure my 28-year-old illness.

Now I'm sober, but I still need to cultivate my character, so I need money. Mr. Pei, in consideration of my diligent follow of you for five years, please give me 100 million."

A hint of hesitation flashed across Pei Cijun's face, and his stern expression now looked a little more humane.

He said slowly, "One hundred million is too much. Even if you work for me for another fifty years, you can't earn that much money."

"However, I can advance you one year's salary."

Yan Jiu was just talking casually, knowing that Pei Ci would never give her 100 million.

He's not mentally retarded.

However, it was not bad to be able to advance a year's salary. She had originally planned to work for another ten days or half a month and then leave.

"Thank you, Mr. Pei. You are so nice." Yan Jiu's face was instantly filled with smiles. The smile was as bright as the warm sun in winter, dispelling the previous haze on her face.

Her eyes curved into crescent shapes, and her long eyelashes fluttered, with a hint of playfulness and agility.

Then, she suddenly threw herself into Pei Ci's arms, one hand still dishonestly reaching into his suit.

He touched Pei Ci's chest muscles through his shirt, his movements bold and somewhat abrupt.

Pei Ci's body instantly tensed up like a taut bowstring, a look of astonishment on his face.

The stern face showed a hint of panic at this moment.

Without thinking, he grabbed Yan Jiu's hand, his voice filled with panic and anger: "What are you doing?"

The voice was a few notches higher than usual, with an instinctive reaction to being offended.

Yan Jiu's eyes instantly turned red, and mist filled his originally bright eyes. His mouth pouted in grievance, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Her voice was choked with sobs. "My stomach hurts. I need to touch something elastic to relieve it. Only when the pain is relieved can I better help Mr. Pei block the wine."

Her shoulders trembled slightly, and she seemed to be really suffering from stomach pain.

Pei Ci couldn't help but feel a little guilty. He looked at Yan Jiu's red eyes and aggrieved look, and unconsciously relaxed the strength in his hands.

She even gently rubbed Yan Jiu's wrist, which had been pinched red by him, with a hint of concern and self-blame in her eyes: "You should take some stomach medicine first. I'll get you some water."

His movements were a little clumsy, after all, he had never taken care of others before.

Yan Jiu still stayed in Pei Ci's arms, unwilling to move, but slowly moved her hand from his chest to his abdomen.

"Boss Pei, your chest muscles are so big. You can tell from training. Have you trained your abdominal muscles too..."

Pei Ci could clearly feel Yan Jiu's fingers brushing across his abdomen like soft feathers.

Wherever he passed, he felt a tingling sensation like an electric current spreading throughout his body, and the hand holding the cup almost lost control and fell to the ground.

He forced himself to remain calm and replied, "Yes, I practiced."

A hint of embarrassment flashed across his eyes. He tried to divert his attention, but found that his heartbeat had quickened a bit.

Yan Jiu pinched it directly and said teasingly with a playful smile on his face: "No wonder it's so strong."

With a dull thud, the cup fell to the ground. Fortunately, the carriage was covered with thick cushions, so the cup was not damaged.

Yan Jiu quickly bent down to pick up the cup, a teasing smile on his face: "Boss Pei, why are you so careless? Fortunately, you haven't poured the hot water yet. What if it scalds me? Let me pour it."