The Meaning of the Tattoo (Part Eighteen)

He said that her first time would be painful, and she replied that she was the least afraid of pain. It overjoyed him.

Yueyue was entirely his.

What exciting news!

It lifted his mood, and so his efficiency at work got boosted, too. He didn't feel stressed by the pile of work before him.

The morning passed smoothly and happily.

"President, it's lunchtime. What would you like to eat today?"

The secretary had knocked on the door and entered. He was now standing before him.

Ming Ansheng glanced up at him and replied, "Buy whatever you deem fit."

"Alright." His secretary nodded and left.

Ming Ansheng continued burying himself in work. He then heard the secretary's voice at the doorway.

"Chairman."

Ming Ansheng's face fell when he heard it and he looked at the door.

Ming Zhongsheng entered his office. He was in a black sweater and he adjusted his scarf as he walked in.