34. Chapter 34: The Light Above My Head Was Suddenly Blocked by Someone

Good heavens! It was simply unbearable! He was nothing but a beast in human clothing—his attire was merely slightly wrinkled, while she? Yu Jin looked down and violently snatched the bedsheet to cover herself. She had been completely exposed!

Dongfang She burst into laughter. Looking at the ruined clothes on the floor, he said with a cunning glint in his eyes, "Assistant Yu, I’ve specially granted you a day off today. Stay in the lounge and get some good sleep!"

"Dongfang She! You bastard!" Furious, Yu Jin grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him. As if the man had eyes in the back of his head, he sidestepped with precision, effortlessly avoiding the projectile.

Once Dongfang She had left, Yu Jin rushed over to bolt the lounge door, letting out a heavy sigh of relief. She had been on the verge of being taken by him!

Yu Jin patted her head in frustration and headed to the attached bathroom to shower. Gazing at the tattoo on her left shoulder in the mirror, she felt a lingering sense of dread. "Thank goodness you saved me."

Outside the lounge, the atmosphere was peculiar. Dongfang She sat in his executive chair, his expressions shifting rapidly—now curling his lips into a smile, now knitting his brows, now nodding in deep thought, now gazing into the distance. His face was a canvas of ever-changing emotions.

Knock, knock.

"Enter," he said, his words as sparse as gold.

"President, the ten o'clock video conference is about to begin." It was the Chief Secretary, Gu Lan, coming to remind Dongfang She of his schedule.

Dongfang She hummed softly, narrowing his eyes as he looked toward the empty desk opposite his. Gu Lan followed his gaze, only to notice the absence of Assistant Yu.

"President, has Assistant Yu not arrived yet?"

Dongfang She smiled, exuding an effortless charm. He took a piece of paper and scribbled a string of numbers. "Go to the store and personally select a few formal outfits to be delivered here. These are the measurements."

"Understood." Gu Lan lowered her gaze, asked no further questions, took the note, and turned to leave.

The Chief Secretary’s efficiency was impeccable. Within moments, she had wheeled in a rack of clothes—various styles of professional attire, all in the brands and sizes specified by Dongfang She.

"Hard work, Lanlan," Dongfang She narrowed his eyes. Gu Lan was indeed impressive!

"It is my duty," Gu Lan replied, maintaining her professional demeanor before reminding him that it was time for the video conference.

About an hour later, the meeting concluded. A trace of impatience flickered across Dongfang She’s brow, though his face remained as striking as ever, his fiery hair vivid and bold.

He entered his office, his eyes instinctively sweeping over the row of clothes, and his mood brightened considerably.

"Assistant Yu?" He called out toward the lounge. Receiving no response, he turned the doorknob, only to find it locked from the inside.

Dongfang She seethed. Damn it! Was she treating him like a predator?

He quickly retrieved a key and opened the door with ease. At first, he worried something might have happened to her, but as the door swung open, he saw a small mound beneath the white duvet. Yu Jin had actually fallen asleep!

Dongfang She felt a surge of frustration rising in his throat. With a dark expression, he walked over.

The light overhead was suddenly blocked. Yu Jin, in her drowsy state, turned over, murmuring something unintelligible. Dongfang She stood still, watching her sleeping form, and felt a strange sensation in his chest, as if a cat were scratching at his heart—an unbearable, maddening itch.

She was wearing his bathrobe, as he had long since torn her blouse to shreds. She was swaddled entirely beneath the sheets, with only her palm-sized, delicate head visible. A few strands of dark hair fell across her face, making her skin appear even paler.

Dongfang She’s Adam’s apple bobbed. His eyes dropped, catching sight of the sudden tent forming in his trousers, and he felt a sudden, suffocating rush of blood to his head.