Chapter 409: Settling Gesang

Zhao Hai genuinely wanted to make something of this, so he was taking it very seriously.

Chen Erbao had no objections.

“You handle it. As long as the factory’s security is adequate, that’s all that matters. You and Yiyi can take the lion’s share of any other income; I won’t get involved.”

Zhao Hai nodded and looked at Gesang.

“Is this the great master you invited?”

Gesang nodded at Zhao Hai, his gaze as calm as still water. He didn’t speak, carrying the air of a true master.

“I won’t go into his background, and he won’t be staying at the security company forever. You and Xie Lei should study hard under him during this time. How much you learn is up to you. In a couple of days, I might need him to go to Binhai to help me with something.”

Although Gesang hadn’t officially started practicing the Blood Evil Fist, he was still a Grandmaster. With a little time to get familiar with it, he would be more than capable of guiding Xie Lei and Zhao Hai.

“That’s great! Don’t worry, I’ll definitely study hard!”

Zhao Hai was thrilled. He knew just how formidable an Ancient Martial Artist was. The chance to learn from such a figure was an opportunity he couldn’t have even hoped for.

“Alright, take Gesang and Xie Lei and arrange a couple of decent dorm rooms for them. I’m going to find Yiyi.”

After the three of them left, Chen Erbao finally strolled toward the office building.

The last time he’d come, the office building had been deserted. Now, it was bustling with people. The first-floor lobby was filled with noise, and he could occasionally see security guards in training uniforms coming over to handle paperwork.

Chen Erbao walked up to the front desk and asked the pretty young receptionist:

“Which office is Zhang Yiyi in?”

The young woman looked up at Chen Erbao and was momentarily taken aback by his handsome face. She quickly recovered, however, a pleasant smile on her face.

“Hello, sir. May I ask what your business is with President Zhang?”

Chen Erbao had deliberately not called Zhang Yiyi, wanting to give her a surprise.

“I’m her friend. Just tell me which office she’s in.”

Hearing this, the young woman looked conflicted.

‘He might be handsome, but I can’t just let anyone up!’

“Sir, I’m sorry, but without an appointment…”

Chen Erbao sighed and had no choice but to call Zhao Hai.

He handed the phone to the receptionist. She took it, held it to her ear, and heard Zhao Hai’s voice.

“Hello, this is Zhao Hai. The man in front of you is the company’s chairman, Chairman Chen! Let him pass immediately!”

The young woman jumped in surprise. Fortunately, she saw Zhao Hai often and recognized his voice. She immediately and respectfully handed the phone back.

“Chairman Chen, my apologies. President Zhang is in the president’s office on the fifth floor…”

Chen Erbao didn’t hold it against the young woman. He took his phone back and walked to the elevators.

There was a private elevator to the fifth floor, so he didn’t have to wait. Chen Erbao pressed the button and soon arrived.

The fifth floor was quite spacious, with a large conference room in the middle. Zhang Yiyi’s office was at the far end on the left.

Chen Erbao walked to the office door and, instead of knocking, pushed it right open.

Zhang Yiyi was hunched over her desk, writing something. Her jet-black hair fell down both sides of her face, hiding her flawless features but revealing her delicate ears and the pale, lustrous skin of her slender neck.

Chen Erbao crept inside and walked toward her.

Zhang Yiyi seemed to hear the door open. She looked up, and her beautiful, almond-shaped eyes instantly curved into crescents, shining with light.

“Er Bao, you’re back!”

Her face lit up with delight as she jumped up from her chair, ran toward Chen Erbao, and threw herself into his arms.

Chen Erbao caught Zhang Yiyi’s soft body and spun her around in the air. Setting her down, he held her slender waist, his brow furrowing slightly.

“It’s only been a few days. Have you gotten fatter?”

Zhang Yiyi gasped and looked down, touching her stomach.

“No way…”

Seeing Chen Erbao’s wicked grin, she immediately realized he was teasing her and playfully pounded his chest with a laugh.

“Hey, you’re messing with me!”

Chen Erbao chuckled and pulled her into a tight embrace.

“I’ll have to check whether you’ve gotten fatter or not. Let me see if they’ve gotten bigger.”

As he spoke, he reached for her chest, but she dodged him with a laugh.

“Pervert!”

“Hehe, you’re only just now realizing I’m a pervert?”

Chen Erbao relentlessly pursued her, his hands quickly slipping under her arms to grasp the two firm, full mounds of her chest through her clothes.

“Ah… Don’t!”

With a sensitive spot seized, Zhang Yiyi’s body went limp, and she fell into his arms. Chen Erbao kneaded her resilient peaks, weighing them in his palms.

“Hmm, seems like they’ve gotten a little smaller…”

“They have not!”

Zhang Yiyi, her face blushing, pouted and retorted.

“I can’t tell properly through your clothes. Take them off and let me see.”

Chen Erbao coaxed her persuasively.

“In your dreams, you big pervert! If you keep this up, I’m calling for help!”

“Go ahead, scream. Scream your lungs out—no one’s going to come for you!”

Chen Erbao hoisted Zhang Yiyi over his shoulder, walked to the sofa, and sat down, placing her on his lap before lowering his head to capture her lips.

“Mmph…”

Her jelly-soft lips were sealed. Zhang Yiyi shyly lowered her head, but Chen Erbao held the back of her neck, keeping her in place.

His tongue pried her teeth apart and slipped inside smoothly.

Zhang Yiyi’s face quickly flushed, and her hands unconsciously came to rest on Chen Erbao’s shoulders as she returned his passionate kiss.

Chen Erbao only released her when she was almost out of breath.

A glistening thread of saliva connected their lips. Zhang Yiyi closed her eyes in embarrassment.

Her pearly white teeth were slightly parted, her delicate pink tongue faintly visible as she panted, exhaling warm air.

Chen Erbao studied her for a moment, then lowered his head again, his lips gently trailing down from hers, kissing her snowy neck until he reached her collarbone.

She was wearing a white knit sweater today with a loose collar. Chen Erbao lowered his head to sniff and caught a faint, fragrant scent.

Through the collar, he could just make out the slight rise and fall of tender flesh, mostly hidden by a white bra, with only a small portion exposed.

Chen Erbao suddenly pulled up her sweater and, amidst her gasp, buried his face in her white bra, inhaling deeply of her rich fragrance.

“You fiend…”

Zhang Yiyi nervously cradled Chen Erbao’s head, her chest arching upward. Feeling the strange sensation on her peaks, a peculiar moan escaped her throat.

Chen Erbao eagerly shoved the bra up, and two full, bouncy mounds sprang free, bouncing against his face.

Without hesitation, Chen Erbao opened his mouth and bit down on a rosy pink bud.

“Aah… don’t…”

Zhang Yiyi’s body trembled slightly as her two mounds fell into Chen Erbao’s hands. Under his lapping tongue, the snowy-white flesh was soon covered in saliva, glistening translucently.

And the small pink buds gradually hardened, gleaming with an enticing luster.