Wang Dahai's throat quietly rolled.

Yan Jing stared at the TV without turning her eyes away, her hand beneath the blanket now stilled.

Wang Dahai suddenly felt very awkward.

This private cinema was hardly a place to discuss serious matters.

But they had almost covered what needed to be discussed.

He took a deep breath, preparing to leave.

"Lawyer Yan, I..."

"Could you pass me the wine?" Yan Jing interrupted him.

"Oh, sure."

Wang Dahai handed her the cocktail.

Yan Jing took it and drank it all in one go, her cheeks quickly flushing red.

Wang Dahai put down the wine glass and was just about to speak when he heard her say, "Actually, I suggest that it would be best for you to get in touch with finance directly and obtain the procurement records from the procurement department."

"Hmm, I'll look into it when I get back."

"Pretty much every company's finance department has issues, large or small; it's all about how you communicate."

"Hmm? All have problems?"

"Yes."

Yan Jing explained, "In small companies, the finance department is usually run by relatives of the owner because it's a crucial department, and hired outsiders are not trusted."

"Larger companies are different, but big companies generally need their finance people to be able to cook the books when hiring. Without this ability, it's tough to get hired."

Wang Dahai still didn't understand, "Why cook the books?"

Yan Jing suddenly burst into laughter, "How do you not understand anything?"

This comment made Wang Dahai a bit embarrassed, "I haven't worked much."

Yan Jing flipped open the blanket beside her and said, "The cocktail is hitting me, I'm a bit tired, and my voice is a bit soft; come sit closer so I can explain to you in detail."

"Okay."

Wang Dahai crawled over and sat next to her.

Yan Jing twisted her body slightly and said, "You're sitting on my blanket."

Wang Dahai pulled at the blanket beneath him, messing it up.

"Why don't you come inside?" Yan Jing's tone was natural, as if suggesting something completely ordinary.

So ordinary that Wang Dahai didn't notice anything amiss until he lifted the blanket, then it clicked.

Seeing him pause, Yan Jing continued, "My pants are disgustingly dirty, take yours off too."

"..." After hesitating for two seconds, Wang Dahai hummed an affirmation, removed his pants, and slipped under the blanket.

Yan Jing appeared calm on the surface, but the increasing warmth of her blush revealed her inner turmoil.

She adjusted her breathing and said, "Large companies usually have two sets of books, mainly for evading...ah, 'tax avoidance' is probably a more suitable term."

"Aren't they afraid of being investigated?"

"Not really, these business owners usually have arrangements with the relevant departments, so they won't be investigated."

Yan Jing shared a lot with him, and Wang Dahai listened intently.

Towards the end, she said, "So you see, none of these financial records are clean; you can exploit this."

Wang Dahai suddenly felt enlightened; he understood Yan Jing's implication.

"I'm a bit sleepy," Yan Jing yawned and slowly lay down, turning her back to him, "I'll take a nap."

"Okay, then I..."

"Do you want to take a nap too?"

Wang Dahai was about to suggest leaving, but upon hearing her, he held back.

He knew there was an underlying message in her words, which was almost a clear hint.

But she didn't want to spell it out explicitly.

"Hmm, I'll take a nap too."

Wang Dahai also lay down.

He closed his eyes, but sleep eluded him, his mind remaining active.

Several minutes later, Yan Jing, who was turned away from him, gently shifted her body, leaning toward him.

There wasn't much space between the two of them to begin with, so with just a slight lean, Dahai felt her buttocks touch his thigh.

Faced with such a glaring hint, Dahai felt it would be inappropriate to do nothing.

He took a deep breath and turned toward her.

His right hand, beneath the blanket, reached out and rested on her side waist.

Feeling his movement, Yan Jing's buttocks trembled slightly.

Dahai placed his hand there and whispered, "Lawyer Yan, the skirt is a bit tight; isn't it uncomfortable?"

"Um..." her voice trembled significantly.

"Should I pull it up for you?"

"Um."

Dahai grabbed the hem of the skirt and lifted it upward.

The bodycon skirt was very tight, especially in this lying position, half of it was pressed beneath her.

He slipped one hand around her waist, slightly lifting her body, and with his other hand, he flung the skirt upward, lifting it to her waist.

With the constriction of the bodycon skirt gone, her buttocks were completely exposed.

Dahai couldn't see, but he could feel.

His large hand rested on her prominent buttocks, gently stroking and carefully wandering, his palm tightly pressing against her flesh.

He could distinctly feel her little intimates.

As his hand roamed, Yan Jing gradually began to pant softly.

Dahai ceased speaking; he slid his other hand beneath her neck, reaching into her blouse and directly grasping her fullness.

Both were fully aware of each other's intentions, and she showed no resistance to Dahai's initiatives.

"Ah, ah~"

Yan Jing's moans gradually grew louder, and the movement of her body under the blanket became more intense.

Dahai tore off her little intimates, gripped her buttocks, and lifted them upward, shifting his body forward accordingly.

After finding the right position, he lifted Yan Jing's thigh and then thrust his hips forcefully.

"Ah!"

Yan Jing let out a plaintive cry.

The instant feeling of fullness made her convulse uncontrollably.

"Put, put it on," Yan Jing panted softly, her voice low.

Dahai paused, then quickly realized what she meant.

He tore open the condom from the table, prepared it, and entered again.

Half an hour later, Yan Jing lay exhausted on the bed, her buttocks raised high,

Dahai moved off her and lay on the bed to catch his breath.

This woman, truly irresistible.

After resting for about fifteen minutes, Dahai noticed it was almost time to leave; otherwise, the housekeeping would soon knock on the door.

They got out of bed, and Yan Jing kept her head down, not daring to look at him.

In these matters, she always behaved this way—although what happened between them was almost public, she still deceived herself.

Dahai was happy to oblige; after all, it was no loss to him.

After leaving the room, Dahai dropped her off at the law firm and then headed to his company.

Back at the company, he leaned back in his chair, staring in the direction of the finance department, contemplating the suggestions Yan Jing had made.

It seemed the best approach would be to start with the finance department.

But first, he needed to ascertain the extent of the relationship between finance and Hu Quan.

After considering it, he walked toward Wu Qiangwei's office.

"Knock, knock."

He pushed the door open and found Wu Qiangwei sitting opposite a young woman.

Coincidentally, this young woman was the head of the finance department, Yang Sisi.

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