A Game Where I'm at Your Mercy
Outside the conference room, plenty of young women and mature ladies had already been peeking at Lin Zimo in secret.
When they saw Zhang Manyao pull him inside, only to emerge beaming with joy shortly after, everyone got excited.
They'd assumed a handsome, capable god like Lin Zimo would be super aloof—keep out, mortals.
But he turned out to be so approachable, even giving autographs. How awesome!
Lin Zimo had just stepped toward the door when a stunning housewife with massive 36E tits approached.
She purred seductively, "Mr. Lin~ You're so handsome, and your computer skills are amazing. I love it—I worship you. Could you sign something for me?"
Lin Zimo eyed her blocking the doorway—like he wasn't getting out without signing—and sighed helplessly as he took the pen.
"Thanks for the love. Where do you want it?"
"Right on my heart, Mr. Lin…"
With that, she lowered her gaze and tugged open her top, baring her… heart…
Those snow-white, enormous tits on full display left Lin Zimo frozen, the pen slipping from his hand with a clatter to the floor!
Holy shit! Holy shit! This is your idea of a signature?!
Who the hell could say no to that?!
You started it—don't blame me for finishing!
Some grapefruits are just too big to hold in one hand.
Lin Zimo felt a tickle in his nose, and the next instant, twin streams of blood gushed from his nostrils.
"All signed—take a look." He grabbed some tissues from the table to plug his nose.
This damn weather was way too hot and dry.
The next ten minutes saw Lin Zimo mobbed by over a dozen female fans demanding signatures, each spot more unique than the last.
…
Outside the conference room, passing male employees stared in confusion.
"What's going on? Was there a meeting? Why are all the mid-to-high-level female execs going in and out?"
"Heard it's the new VP Lin holding it. Just started, and he's already so dedicated."
"Something feels off, though…"
The guys whispered, some puzzled, some admiring, some suspicious.
Inside, Lin Zimo faced the admin department's gorgeous twin sisters.
Two fresh gushes of nosebleed erupted.
Holy shit!
These female employees were too "fierce" (up top)...
No more! He couldn't keep signing like this!
Lin Zimo scrawled his name with a flourish, then bolted out clutching tissues to his nose.
He felt lightheaded—probably from all the blood loss!
In those short minutes, he'd witnessed countless epic spectacles.
Majestic peaks and valleys, raging oceans across the globe!
He hadn't wanted to, but they insisted on testing him like this?
What cadre could withstand that kind of test?!
The guys outside fell silent at the sight.
"Holy shit! I think I get it now!"
"VP Lin's job is brutal. Lemme take some off his plate—VP Lin, can I be your assistant?"
"So this is the perk of being hot? I'm done."
Lin Zimo didn't dare wander anymore.
Too many woes came with being handsome and talented. He hurried back to the president's office.
Gu Qingcheng had just showered and changed.
She wore a designer pantsuit with elegant heels—refined, icy beauty radiating inner poise and allure.
Her regal allure blended beauty and brains, boldness and grace, like a rare gem that captivated forever.
Spotting Lin Zimo's pallor, Gu Qingcheng asked anxiously, "Zimo, what's wrong? Nosebleed? Are you sick? I'll take you to the hospital!"
She grabbed her bag, supporting him toward the door.
Lin Zimo sweatdropped, grabbing her wrist. "No need! Just overheated. Weather's too dry—don't worry."
Gu Qingcheng checked him over, saw nothing serious, and relaxed. "Sign this equity transfer agreement, then we'll head home early."
Hearing "sign," Lin Zimo flinched—nose dripping again!
Gu Qingcheng fretted more, wiping it with tissue.
Guilt tugged at him.
Then she frowned. "Zimo, why's your suit pocket stuffed with signed scraps?"
Lin Zimo panicked inwardly: "Uh! This… ~ ~!"
Before he could react, she yanked out a pile of notes and cards from his pocket.
Her speed was like a girl twisting off a stubborn cap in a rage.
First time in a Shura field—Lin Zimo's heart raced.
Online: What to do in this situation?
Gu Qingcheng held the stack, reading the backs in her sultry tone, voice icy.
"Mr. Lin, your looks, your talent, every move—you've got me hooked. I like you, I love you. I won't fight CEO Gu; I just want to be with you quietly. Love, Manyao~"
"Lin Zimo, I like you. I want to be your lover. This isn't impulse—I've thought it through."
"Mr. Lin, behind every successful man are women who sacrifice silently. I want to be one of yours."
Gu Group's cards were sleek and minimalist: logo center back, rest elegant white space—perfect for confessions.
Some added hearts, comparison hearts, starry eyes…
Gu Qingcheng skimmed a few and fumed, "These women—outrageous! I just announced you're my boyfriend, and they send love letters? They don't respect me at all. I'll ship them all to branches…"
Slap! She slammed the stack down, eyes teary, pouting aggrievedly.
"╥﹏╥ Zimo, we're… together now, and you're collecting their letters? How could you…"
She knew he was exceptional—plenty chased him. But days into dating, and concubine applications piled up? Unbearable.
"I didn't collect them—they snuck 'em in. Didn't notice." Lin Zimo defended.
"Pocket was on you—you felt nothing?" Unconvinced.
Lin Zimo coughed, staying cool. "I was signing for fans. They insisted."
Gu Qingcheng eyed him skeptically. "Really? Just signatures?"
"Really! I'm picky—only have eyes for you. Didn't even see their faces."
True—he'd been fixated on signing spots…
She pondered, then nodded. His charm drew hordes; if he were casual, she'd have competition already.
"Am I prettier, or them?" Eyes locked.
"You, obviously! You're leagues above."
"Hmph~ Good eyes."
Her anger ebbed. She called secretary Li Na in.
Li Na entered, spotting the pile—heart sank. Busted sending love notes—fired on the spot?!
Gu Qingcheng skimmed without noting Li Na's in the middle. "Xiao Na, transfer these women to branches. And get the sofa replaced…"
Li Na, tense, exhaled in relief—unnoticed! "Yes, CEO. On it."
Phew—destroy mine before she sees.
She stole a glance at Lin Zimo—did he accept…?
He stared straight ahead.
Joke's on them—he'd been careless before. Not anymore.
Constant nosebleeds weren't healthy.
Gu Qingcheng felt better shipping off her rivals.
If not for their skills, she'd fire them all.
"Zimo, let's go home. Still sore—carry me?" Coquettish.
"Sure, I'll carry you." Just a hug, no biggie.
Couldn't risk bad reviews now.
Princess-carried downstairs, Gu Qingcheng basked in envious glares.
She posed queenly: You tacky vixens—hands off my man!
Back at Shencheng Bay luxury apartment.
At the door, two figures huddled: Bai Lixing and Bai Liyue, waiting daily for Brother Lin.
Parents couldn't dissuade; anorexia much improved—they could eat some solids, less frail.
Hearing footsteps, identical delicate, fragile faces lit up.
Bai Lixing beamed, "Brother Lin, Sister Gu—you're home!"
Bai Liyue pouted, "Where were you? We've waited days."
Pale cheeks evoked pity, melancholic fragility in sparkling eyes.
Gu Qingcheng flushed awkwardly. "Forgot to tell you—we visited family. You waited here?"
They nodded at Lin Zimo. "We crave your cooking. Forgot contacts—add us?"
"Sure, scan me." Gu Qingcheng pitied their cuteness, pulling out WeChat.
"Okay, you scan me too." Lin Zimo followed suit—not his initiative.
Phones updated, sisters smiled radiantly.
"Brother Lin and Sister Gu's avatars are so cute~"
"Thanks—yours too." He smiled warmly.
Gu Qingcheng chuckled. "Sweet talkers. Come in—Zimo'll cook."
Lin Zimo eyed their smiles—not innocent.
In the mansion, four sat cozily at the table.
Steaming yin-yang hotpot bubbled—Lin Zimo's god-tier skill: spicy butter and tomato bases.
Air thick with mouthwatering aroma.
"Ahh~ So fragrant! Zimo, your cooking's unreal—can't wait!"
Gu Qingcheng's exquisite face shone admiration, love in clear eyes. Red silk gown screamed elegant allure.
"Wow~ Smells amazing! Brother Lin, you're a genius—I’m drooling… wanna eat!"
Bai Lixing's eyes sparkled worship.
"Brother Lin, incredible! Wanna eat your food forever! Sooo good—can't hold back…"
Bai Liyue swallowed, eyes dreamy.
Twins in matching lace dresses, porcelain faces pitifully pretty.
Lin Zimo lounged rakishly. "Easy, you three greedy kittens—wait till it boils."
Table laden with premium ingredients: king crab, elephant trunk clams, deep-sea grouper, shrimp balls, wagyu, matsutake, tripe, abalone.
Snacks: salt-and-pepper mega shrimp, crispy pork bites, peppered cod.
Broth roiling, they dipped eagerly.
Lin Zimo swished clam slices, sauced and devoured—rich, fresh bliss.
"Mmm~ Shrimp balls in hotpot—tender, bouncy. Yours ready, Zimo—try!" Gu Qingcheng fed sweetly.
"Om nom~ Crab in this base—divine! Got yours, Brother Lin~"
Bai Lixing blushed, adding to his bowl.
"Wow~ Grouper with sauce—sweet and tender! Here, Brother Lin~"
Bai Liyue followed.
Spoiled by three beauties—way too much food!
All savored blissfully, faces glowing—a tongue-tip feast.
"Zimo, best hotpot ever! You're amazing!"
"Brother Lin—chef god!"
"So skilled! I worship you~"
Conquered again by his cooking!
Post-dinner, sofa squad: phones out, squad queuing PUBG.
Lin Zimo carried the girls, shredding foes—world chat wailed.
They cracked up at the salt.
Gu Qingcheng's phone rang—Mom.
Sensitive topics? Balcony it is.
"Honey, sent more sakura tutorial vids—watch and learn… for baby-making~"
Bai sisters snuggled Lin Zimo's arms. "Brother Lin, game god! Teach us?"
Sandwiched, arms buried in softness, scents intoxicating…
Daily stim—nose itched!
"Let… go first. PUBG? I'll teach."
He wriggled—suffocatingly good!
They blushed, released.
Gu Qingcheng returned flushed. "Lixing, Liyue—late. Head home; we need rest."
Sisters lingered on Lin Zimo. "Okay~ Bye, Brother Lin, Sister Gu!"
Wave goodbye.
Door shut—Gu Qingcheng pounced shyly. "Zimo, new body wash and bubble balls—super fragrant. Try together?"
He scooped her up, smacked her perky ass teasingly. "Little pussy still sore? Wanna play already…"
She blushed. "Mmm, swelling down. Tonight—your game, do whatever…"
Lin Zimo's eyes darkened.
Who could refuse that?!
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