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It was Song Yuncheng!

Chen Yansen’s brow furrowed slightly. He glanced at Ye Qiuping, then said after a few seconds of thought, ”Quick, find a place to hide.”

Ye Qiuping stared at the table full of freshly cooked food and rubbed her empty stomach. Resigned, she grabbed her shoes, coat, and bag, then hurried upstairs.

With a mere thought, Chen Yansen sent the extra set of bowl and chopsticks flying back into the kitchen.

Once everything was taken care of, he calmly walked out of the living room, crossed the garden, and opened the main gate.

Song Yuncheng threw herself into his arms like a little kitten that had been stray for days and suddenly saw its owner.

”Master, I missed you,” Song Yuncheng murmured, nuzzling against his chest.

”We just saw each other two days ago. Have you eaten dinner?” Chen Yansen found it amusing and scooped her up into his arms.

”Just a little bit,” Song Yuncheng said, gesturing with her hand to show how small the amount was.

The drive from Lujiang to Xucheng was over three hundred kilometers, a journey of three to four hours. Fortunately, it was New Year’s Eve, so there was little traffic. She drove at the speed limit the entire way and made it in just three and a half hours.

”Let’s eat together,” Chen Yansen said, carrying her into the living room.

”You made this?” Song Yuncheng jumped out of his arms and stared at the table full of food, her face a mask of shock.

”I hired a private chef from a restaurant.” Chen Yansen lied without batting an eye.

”I was just getting hungry. Looks like I came at the perfect time,” Song Yuncheng said with a dazzling smile.

With that, she went to the kitchen and got herself a bowl and chopsticks.

Chen Yansen opened a bottle of rice wine that Ye Qiuping had brought, pouring a glass for Song Yuncheng and one for himself.

”Master, you should go back to Chunshen for New Year’s next year. If I hadn’t come, you would have had to eat New Year’s Eve dinner all by yourself.”

Song Yuncheng picked up a piece of lobster meat and popped it into her mouth. Her eyes instantly lit up, and she gave a thumbs-up. ”This chef’s skills are amazing.”

”We’ll see,” Chen Yansen said, lifting his rice wine and taking a small sip.

It was sweet and cool, with a distinct aroma of rice. Clearly, Ye Qiuping had chilled it in the refrigerator for a few hours.

The two chatted as they ate. Before long, Song Yuncheng’s face was flushed from the wine, and even her neck had turned a light shade of pink.

”This rice wine seems a little strong,” Song Yuncheng said, propping her chin on her hand and tilting her head.

”Then you should drink less,” Chen Yansen said, pretending to confiscate her glass.

”But it’s so good. I want more.” Song Yuncheng snatched her glass back and poured herself another.

Chen Yansen chuckled, shaking his head, and let her be.

It wasn’t until nine o’clock that the two finished their New Year’s Eve dinner.

Song Yuncheng was sprawled on the table, her eyes half-closed. Drowsy and dazed, her vision was a blur.

Hearing the sounds downstairs die down, Ye Qiuping tiptoed down the stairs, only to realize that the visitor was Pinbei’s Director of Investment Attraction for major clients.

”What kind of rice wine is this?” Chen Yansen asked in a low voice.

”I brewed it myself,” Ye Qiuping replied softly.

”Master, who are you talking to?” Song Yuncheng asked groggily.

”Just the TV,” Chen Yansen said, lying through his teeth.

”I want to watch Guo Degang’s crosstalk,” Song Yuncheng said, struggling to stand up and walk toward the sofa.

”You can watch the replay tomorrow. It’s the same thing.” Chen Yansen waved Ye Qiuping away. After she went upstairs, he picked up Song Yuncheng and carried her to the master bedroom on the third floor.

President Chen was a considerate man and an expert at ”peeling eggs.” In no time at all, he had pushed Song Yuncheng into the bathroom and washed her clean, inside and out.

”Mwah!” While Chen Yansen was drying her hair, Song Yuncheng stole a peck on his lips.

”Taking advantage of your boss without permission... that’s a five-hundred-yuan fine,” Chen Yansen said with a wicked grin.

”Mwah!” Song Yuncheng kissed him again, then said with narrowed eyes, ”This girl’s got money. I can afford it!”

It was Song Yuncheng’s first time being drunk. She felt like she was walking on cotton, and she wrapped her arms tightly around Chen Yansen, pulling him close.

But Chen Yansen wasn’t the type to take a hit without retaliating. He was a firm believer in immediate revenge.