Chapter 126

After a moment of silence, Tang Shihan chose to put away her phone. She dropped Tang Anqi off at home before returning to her own room to rest.

The next day, in front of the Longhai Group building, Tang Yilin arrived dressed in a sexy outfit, clutching her handbag and swaying her hips as she walked into the company. Her attire was quite revealing, with a high slit in her skirt that offered glimpses of what lay beneath as she moved, revealing nothing but smooth skin. Her flirtatious demeanor left the men in the company stunned; they stared fixedly at the hem of her skirt as it danced with her footsteps, the tantalizing sight barely hidden, yet enough to stir the hearts of every man present.

Men are simple creatures; with a bit of revealing clothing, a pair of black stockings, and a coquettish glance, they will readily bow at your feet. Tang Yilin understood men all too well.

She offered a charming smile, swaying her alluring waist with effortless grace. Her rounded hips moved in rhythm as she stepped into the elevator. The unique magnetism of a mature woman turned the atmosphere inside the crowded, enclosed space electric, pushing the tension to its peak. With pounding hearts, surging blood, and heavy breathing, the men around her were all but overwhelmed by her presence. Tang Yilin was like a snow-white lamb entering a den of wolves—some were hungry, others eager to pounce.

Just then, the elevator stopped at the floor for the Media Department. Tang Yilin left the crowd, walking away with a sway in her step while leaving behind a trail of lingering, lustful gazes.

She arrived at the door of the Media Department Director's office, knocked lightly, and pushed the door open. Sitting at the desk was none other than the director himself, Wen Zong.

"Director Wen, hello. I am Tang Yilin."

Tang Yilin sat down opposite him in a seductive manner, slowly crossing her legs.

Wen Zong offered a meaningful smile. "I know why you are here, Miss Tang, and I trust you know my intentions as well."

"Of course." Tang Yilin stood up and began to tie up her hair. "In that case, let's not waste any time."

However, Wen Zong caught her hand and said, "But you are not the one I want."

"Hmm?"

Tang Yilin frowned. "What do you mean, Director Wen?"

With a mysterious smile, Wen Zong produced a photograph—it was a picture of Tang Shihan.

"Tang Shihan again!" The fire in Tang Yilin’s heart nearly boiled over. Why was it always Tang Shihan? What was so good about that bitch? She only knew how to play the innocent act!

"If that is the case, then I shall take my leave." Tang Yilin was clearly angry and turned to walk away.

Wen Zong grabbed her hand, pulling her back. Tang Yilin, being the schemer she was, allowed his momentum to draw her right into his arms.

"Director Wen, if you like Tang Shihan, then don't mess with me." Tang Yilin put on an aggrieved expression, perfectly executing the art of playing hard to get.

Wen Zong chuckled, gently tilting her chin up. "What is it that you want?"

Tang Yilin bit her lip, let out a huff, and said with a resentful tone, "What could I want? I am not Tang Shihan."

"Why does your voice sound so bitter?"

"Who's bitter?" Tang Yilin glanced at him, her eyes filled with a blend of coquetry and reproach—a look that, to any man, struck straight to the heart.

In truth, this was the first time Wen Zong had encountered a woman like this. Unlike other loose women, her allure seemed to come from the very marrow of her bones, yet it was intertwined with a sense of purity. It was a perfect combination of two contradictory traits. If one had to quantify it, Tang Yilin was seventy percent seductress and thirty percent innocent. Such a woman truly made one want to understand her more deeply, to exhaust every effort in getting to know her completely.

"My dear, is there really nothing you want?" Wen Zong began to slide his hand over her back, which featured a V-shaped cut down to her waist, highly suggestive.

"I want to be the project lead," Tang Yilin said.

Wen Zong replied, "I cannot make that call on my own."

"Then let me be the deputy to the lead."

"I can request that from my superiors, but..." Wen Zong dangled the bait with a coy smile.

Tang Yilin took the hook immediately and pressed, "But what?"

"I have a way to make Tang Shihan voluntarily hand the lead position over to you."

Tang Yilin’s eyes lit up, and she quickly asked, "What are the conditions?"

"Heh, I enjoy speaking with smart people. The condition is simple: you help me get to Tang Shihan, and I will have my own ways of handling her."

Tang Yilin had a rough idea of his plan, and she became incredibly excited. She had been jealous of Tang Shihan for a long time; now that she had a chance to exact revenge and potentially strip away everything Tang Shihan owned, why wouldn't she do it?

"Tell me, what do I need to do?" Tang Yilin asked eagerly.

Wen Zong smiled. "I will meet with her under the company's name. You find a way to sabotage her car, then offer to drive her here, and place this inside your vehicle." He handed a piece of incense to Tang Yilin.

Tang Yilin, being exceptionally sharp, immediately understood Wen Zong's intentions.

"What if I end up inhaling it too?" Tang Yilin asked.

Wen Zong tilted her chin up again. "Isn't that exactly what you want?"

Tang Yilin suddenly pushed him away, feigning injury. "If you're going to have Tang Shihan anyway, why do you still care about me?"

Speaking this way was merely a cover for her true thoughts. If both she and Tang Shihan were bedded by Wen Zong, and he later captured evidence, it would not only be Tang Shihan who was vulnerable—Tang Yilin would be as well. In other words, if Tang Yilin agreed, both of them would be under Wen Zong's control. However, since she couldn't afford to burn bridges with him just yet, she had to use this display of feigned jealousy as a way to decline, showing just how well she could navigate the complexities of their arrangement.