Chapter 82: President Shou Grinds Harder Than an Office Drone
In a place like the court, even the security guards were armed personnel within the system, so it was unlikely that anyone would truly be allowed to fight inside.
Xiao Yu wasn’t stupid enough to actually trade blows with Liang Bo, but his gaze toward Liang Bo and Shou Jiaxun became even more resentful.
Liang Bo, his face ash-colored, was held back by the lawyer and Shou Jiaxun, one on each arm.
Shou Jiaxun looked at Xiao Yu from the side, his expression complex. “Lawsuit aside, you and I really should have a proper talk. Wait for my call.”
Xiao Yu sneered, “Do you even have my number?”
“I do,” Shou Jiaxun replied bluntly.
After the minor disturbance, Liang Bo, Shou Jiaxun, and the lawyer said their goodbyes outside the court and returned to their respective cars.
Shou Jiaxun proactively handed back the driver’s seat and sat in the passenger side, making calls to two sales managers at the company.
The first said he had negotiated two deals with a high chance of success, but the planning department said they had too much work and couldn’t take them on, hoping the boss could help coordinate.
The second said his project was almost a sure thing after several rounds of negotiation. He had an appointment to eat with the client tonight and hoped the boss could go along to show the company’s commitment to the project. He added that if Shou Jiaxun went tonight, he guaranteed the contract would be signed.
Shou Jiaxun readily agreed to the first sales manager: “Alright, I’ll coordinate for you.”
He was relatively more meticulous with the second sales manager’s issue, asking clearly about the client’s brand, who would be at the dinner, the contract amount, and the execution difficulty before finally nodding in agreement. “Fine, I’ll go with you tonight.”
The third call was to the planning director to coordinate the workload for the first sales manager.
Shou Jiaxun felt a bit carsick, and because he had been on the phone constantly, his brain felt deprived of oxygen and his chest felt stifled.
The moment he put down the phone, he complained to Liang Bo, “Can you step on the brakes less? You’re about to shake the vomit out of me.”
“Oh…” Liang Bo agreed verbally, but afterward, he continued to step on them as needed.
Of course, this couldn’t be blamed on him. They were caught in a traffic jam; if he didn’t step on the brakes, they would rear-end someone.
Shou Jiaxun felt stifled with the windows up, but when he rolled them down, a wave of heat hit his face, making him feel even worse.
“Ugh—”
Shou Jiaxun covered his mouth with one hand and pushed the car door open with the other.
“Hey!” Amidst his startled cry, Liang Bo quickly turned on the hazard lights and braked hard, bringing the car to a stop to let Shou Jiaxun out.
Fortunately, they were in the outermost lane. Shou Jiaxun jumped out and immediately ran onto the shoulder, hugging an old locust tree as his “stomach turned upside down.”
Liang Bo moved the car into the emergency lane to repark it, then chased after him with a bottle of mineral water. He patted President Shou’s back and handed him the water, his expression both pained and frustrated.
Shou Jiaxun’s lunch had already been fully digested by now. He was retching so hard he was out of breath, only managing to bring up a bit of stomach acid. However, after taking a few sips of water, the vomiting became a bit easier.
Vomiting until his body was limp and covered in cold sweat, he held onto the tree trunk and slowly squatted down. He checked his watch and ordered Liang Bo feebly, “I can’t do this… I have to find a place to eat something and rest for a bit, otherwise, I definitely won’t be able to handle the dinner tonight.”
Liang Bo squatted on the roadside with him, his expression shocked. “No way? You’re still going to the dinner?”
Shou Jiaxun took small sips of the mineral water. “…I already promised them.”
Liang Bo sighed and roasted him, “You’re supposed to be an overbearing president, so why does it seem like you’re only overbearing with me? You work harder than a corporate slave.”
Shou Jiaxun turned his head, squinting as he retorted, “Am I overbearing with you? I’m not, am I? Normally, I definitely wouldn’t need to intervene in this kind of thing. The problem is that two supervisors just left the sales department. The two who called me have been with the company for less than a year. To be able to get things to this point is already quite good.”
Liang Bo saw that his speech was clear and his spirit seemed to have recovered somewhat, so he carefully helped him up. “Fine, I get it. I’ll take you to eat right now, then find a place to give you a massage. I’ll make sure you go out to rake in the money with full energy, alright?”
Shou Jiaxun nodded listlessly. “…Fine.”
Liang Bo drove out of the main road and stopped at the entrance of a large hotel nearby. Upon entering, they went to the restaurant first, letting Shou Jiaxun order a few dishes to his liking.
While President Shou was eating, Liang Bo went to book a room with a large bed. He came back and told President Shou that they would head back to the room for a nap right after the meal.
Shou Jiaxun’s complexion had basically returned to normal by now. As he chewed on some bean sprouts, he pressed, “Didn’t you say you’d take me for a massage?”
Liang Bo nodded with a grin. “I’ll give it to you.”
President Shou was skeptical. “Can I refuse your ‘athlete-level professional massage’?”
Liang Bo knit his brows and clicked his tongue. “Can you stop having so many demands? I guarantee it’ll make you comfortable, that’s all.”
Shou Jiaxun curled his lip. “I feel like you’re calling me a ‘picky b*tch’.”
” I am not,” Liang Bo firmly denied.
President Shou pressed further, “Can you guarantee you’ll only do a massage?”
Assistant Liang nodded solemnly. “I guarantee I’ll keep going until you’re comfortable.”
“Hmph!” Shou Jiaxun gave a small, snorted laugh, but he nodded, tacitly accepting the arrangement.
In truth, at this moment, Liang Bo’s pheromones were more attractive than a massage anyway.
After entering the room, he first set an alarm for six o’clock, then stripped down to his underwear and dove directly into the covers.
Once he was lying flat, he directed Liang Bo, who was standing by the door adjusting the air conditioning, “Help me hang up my coat, thanks.”
“It seems I’m not your assistant anymore, you know.” Liang Bo strolled into the room with a frown. “How much effort would it take for you to hang it up yourself?”
Shou Jiaxun pulled the quilt up past his shoulders and teased with a look of innocence, “Do you want to see me walking around in front of you in just my underwear, so you can say I’m seducing you and then have a legitimate reason to do what you want to do?”
Liang Bo sighed and sat on the edge of the bed to complain, reaching out to brush back his bangs. “Seriously… I can’t believe you saw through me.”
Shou Jiaxun raised his eyebrows and smiled, reminding the young Alpha, “We only have two hours, so let’s skip the formalities, shall we?”
“You said it yourself.”
“What? If you don’t want to, then forget it. Just lie down casually…”
Shou Jiaxun wanted to say it would be nice just to lie down and have a nap, but before he could finish, Liang Bo yanked the thin quilt aside. In the next second, he lunged forward, straddling President Shou’s thighs and leaning down to kiss him.
Like a strong, sturdy leopard pouncing on a lazy cat.
Shou Jiaxun didn’t even have time to gasp before he was densely enveloped by his Alpha’s nutty-scented pheromones. This caused his tense nerves to relax quickly, and he naturally reached out to wrap his arms around the other’s neck.
And Liang Bo’s mention of a massage wasn’t entirely a lie. His warm, large hands roamed over his lover’s body with moderate pressure, kneading his neck, shoulders, waist, and back, including the gluteus maximus.
Shou Jiaxun struggled to tilt his head back and take deep breaths, his spirit and body both fully relaxing. He became as soft as a pool of water, undulating with the rhythm of the Alpha.
Shou Jiaxun had a stubborn and headstrong personality; he rarely let others influence his decisions. But at this moment, he experienced the joy of being dominated.
Liang Bo’s tall frame completely hooded him like a cage.
Yet, Shou Jiaxun didn’t feel imprisoned or bound. On the contrary, he seemed to have suddenly found… a home that belonged entirely to him.
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