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By Sunday night, Shu An had used up an entire box of condoms over the course of twenty-four hours. Aside from ordering room service twice, the two of them hadn’t draped a single scrap of fabric over their bodies.
At the very end, Nie Yunshen spread his limbs out limply: “You’ve got a fucking stud’s waist, don’t you?”
Shu An replied with a beaming smile, “My record for consecutive crunches is 3,800.”
Nie Yunshen shuddered while glancing at the empty condom box on the nightstand while silently pondering: Twelve. I actually haven’t been killed yet.
Shu An followed his gaze and guessed his thoughts with pinpoint accuracy while laughing: “Six times. I used two at a time.”
Nie Yunshen barked a “Damn it!”: “You sneaky grandson, no wonder you lasted so damn long.”
Shu An smiled but said nothing.
Nie Yunshen’s eyes darted around as he started to act smug: “The condoms are all fucking gone, is that enough? Hurry up and get ‘pure’ so we can sleep. Tomorrow morning we go to our separate jobs, Laozi1I, used in an arrogant way still has to handle your business for you…”
Shu An lay down, turned off the lights, and reached out to pull Nie Yunshen into his arms. Nie Yunshen tensed at once while muttering through clenched teeth, “Could you stop acting like some overbearing CEO? Grown men don’t go around hugging and cuddling in their sleep.”
Shu An held him down and whispered in the darkness, “I still have an unopened box in my pocket.”
Nie Yunshen fell silent for a second. “…And so?”
Shu An: “Sleep, or continue?”
Nie Yunshen: “……” Continue my ass!
For the sake of his own backside, Director Nie, who had been screwed for a day and a night, could only suppress his rage and submit to the “lecherous prestige” of the beastly Shu, aggrievedly allowing himself to be held as they slept.
It was Shu An who drove him to the bank the next morning. This was because Director Nie, with his sore waist, weak legs, and aching rear, found even his walking posture difficult to describe, let alone the prospect of driving himself across two districts to get to work.
Just as Shu An pulled the car up to the entrance of the F Bank building, Nie Yunshen pushed open the car door and stepped one foot out, he heard Shu An call his name.
Director Nie turned to glance at him with a sly, faintly smug smile playing on his lips. “What’s up? Scared that I won’t approve the Lans Group’s extension request?”
Shu An stared at him for a moment before reverting to his usual cold and aloof demeanor, his face devoid of any unnecessary expression.
“I just wanted to remind you to eat light for the next couple of days.”
Nie Yunshen’s face instantly dropped. He let out a gruff “Damn it,” slammed the car door with a loud bang, and walked away.
After heading upstairs and stepping out of the elevator, he ran into Du Cheng coming toward him in the hallway. Du Cheng offered a “Morning” out of habit but then suddenly froze as he stared at him in a daze.
Nie Yunshen’s heart skipped a beat, and in an instant, seven or eight panicked thoughts raced through his mind: Is my walking posture off? Can he tell I haven’t changed my clothes? Holy sh*t, did he see the bite mark on my neck???
He forced himself to resist the urge to reach up and touch his neck as he looked toward Du Cheng with absolute composure as he returned a calm, collected, “Morning.”
It was a crisp, sonorous response—without a hint of stiffness to be found at all.
Du Cheng only froze for a second or two before smiling. “How come your complexion looks so poor after a weekend off? The big boss is here, you better keep your guard up.”
Nie Yunshen ignored the first part of the remark entirely. “That’s a problem for you; everything’s fine on my end.”
Du Cheng let out a “Yo”: “The wind is blowing hard this morning; be careful it doesn’t catch your tongue. Fine, fine, 9:30 in Meeting Room 3. I’ll be waiting to see Director Nie’s ‘perfect’ appearance.”
The author has something to say:
Seeing as many people don’t know what “crunches” are, I’ll provide a little science.
Crunches are a more professional version of sit-ups that primarily target the core muscles; training them for a long time results in excellent strength in the lumbar and abdominal muscles. An Ge was actually trying to say that his waist and abdominal strength is very powerful.
“Consecutive crunches” means there is no time limit, it’s just a matter of how many you can persist in doing. The world record is 7,800 (if I remember correctly). General special forces members can usually do three to four thousand, and soldiers with decent physical fitness can easily manage two or three thousand without a problem. I have a friend in the Armed Police whose crunch record is similar to An Ge’s, so An Ge’s 3,800 isn’t supernatural, but his physical fitness is definitely top-tier, there’s no doubt about it!
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