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Upon seeing her thoughts revealed, Tong Jialu playfully hit Chen Cheng, "So annoying, saying it out ruins the fun."

She brushed her loose hair by her ear, "I just wanted to cheer you up, so..."

"Hey, saying it out ruins the fun." Chen Cheng smiled faintly, wrapping his arm around her slender waist, "Then it's up to this Sister Xiao Lu to show and teach."

"Annoying."

The two arrived at the suite on the 36th floor.

As soon as they entered, Tong Jialu took off her thick down jacket.

The jacket fell to the ground, revealing Tong Jialu's curvaceous figure.

She was wearing dark gray high-waisted yoga pants underneath, perfectly outlining her long, straight legs and round, tight hips.

Her upper body was clad in a black tight-fitting sports top that showcased her slender waist and full chest exquisitely.

The neckline of the sports top was slightly low, exposing her delicate collarbone and a small patch of snowy skin, adding more to her allure.

Without any extra decoration, the simple yoga pants and tight top perfectly displayed Tong Jialu's vitality and sensuousness.

She casually tied her hair into a high ponytail, with a few strands falling on the sides of her face, accentuating her delicate features and snow-white skin.

Chen Cheng's gaze rested on her for a moment, a subtle smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Tong Jialu noticed his gaze and playfully blinked, "Look good?"

"Yes, your figure is kept well." Chen Cheng walked to the couch and sat down.

Tong Jialu knowingly fetched him slippers, crouching at his feet while removing his shoes, saying, "I practice yoga every day, it's not easy."

Chen Cheng basked in Tong Jialu's service, "Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Lu."

Tong Jialu looked up to meet his eyes, "Doing this for you, I don't feel it's hard at all."

Chen Cheng smiled slightly, "Alright, you call to order food. I'll contact Professor Zhang to see if we can meet tomorrow."

"Okay."

Chen Cheng picked up his phone, walked to the bar counter, randomly picked a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, and started dialing Zhang Qiming's number.

The call was quickly answered.

"Hello, who is this?"

Hearing the strong voice, Chen Cheng first introduced himself, "Hello, Professor Zhang, this is Chen Cheng from Beijing."

"What do you need?"

"Well, Professor." Chen Cheng continued, "I came to Harbin mainly to visit you and ask you some academic questions in person."

There was a brief silence on the other end, Zhang Qiming's voice sounded a bit hesitant, "Academic questions? We don't seem to know each other, right?"

"Indeed, we haven't met before."

Chen Cheng calmly explained, "But I'm greatly impressed by your research on niobium compounds and have always hoped for an opportunity to learn from you."

He blended information obtained from Wu Dongyi earlier, mixing truth with fiction, saying, "Especially after seeing your presentation at the summit, I wanted to consult with you even more."

"Presentation at the summit?"

Zhang Qiming's tone suddenly intensified, "Which institution are you from? Even paper ghostwriting is so blatant now? I've already said, I don't accept any form of collaboration, don't bother me again!"

Chen Cheng was taken aback, not expecting Zhang Qiming to misunderstand him. He hurried to clarify, "Professor Zhang, you misunderstood, I'm not a ghostwriter of papers..."

However, Zhang Qiming didn't give him a chance to explain, directly interrupting him, "I don't care which institution you're from. I'll say it again, I don't need any cooperation and won't accept any interviews! Please don't call again!"

With that, he hung up the phone without hesitation.

Chen Cheng listened to the busy tone on the receiver, completely perplexed.

"What happened?" Tong Jialu saw his expression and quickly came over.

"Zhang Qiming mistook me for a ghostwriter of papers." Chen Cheng looked bewildered, "He directly hung up on me."

"What?" Tong Jialu found it incredible as well, "How could that happen?"

Chen Cheng laughed helplessly, "It seems this Professor Zhang is very sensitive about such matters."

Tong Jialu stood behind him, massaging his temples, "Don't worry, there must be another way."

"What!"

Chen Cheng turned his head, "Do I sound and look like a paper ghostwriter?"

"Pfft..." Tong Jialu couldn't hold back her laughter, "Brother Cheng, you're really wronged on this one."

Chen Cheng saw Tong Jialu laughing merrily, "Alright! You're bold enough to laugh at me, huh."

"I wasn't laughing, I was wrong~"

Chen Cheng pretended to be angry and pulled Tong Jialu into his arms, tickling her.

"Do you still dare to laugh at me?"

Tong Jialu giggled as he tickled her, dodging while pleading, "I don't dare, I don't dare, Brother Cheng, I'm sorry! Hahaha..."

Chen Cheng saw that she was laughing so hard that tears came out, so he stopped.

Tong Jialu fell into his arms, panting, her face flushed.

"Brother Cheng, you're so bad!" She traced circles on Chen Cheng's chest.

"Who told you to laugh at me, your courage is getting bigger."

Tong Jialu cupped Chen Cheng's face, looking at him tenderly, "I just think you're so cute."

Chen Cheng looked at her delicate face so close to him, lowered his head, and kissed her fiery lips.

Tong Jialu responded passionately to him, just then, a knock on the door interrupted their intimacy.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

Tong Jialu quickly broke free from Chen Cheng's arms, tidying up her slightly messy clothes, "I'll get the door, it should be the luggage."

Chen Cheng also sat up straight, "Go ahead."

Tong Jialu opened the door.

"Ma'am, hello, your luggage." The attendant brought in Chen Cheng's luggage, and Tong Jialu casually gave a 100 tip, saying, "Thank you."

The attendant accepted the tip, his face filled with smiles, "Thank you, ma'am, and enjoy your stay!"

After speaking, he exited the room and closed the door.

Chen Cheng also walked over, and Tong Jialu asked, "Brother Cheng, which outfit do you want to wear tomorrow? I'll have the laundry iron it for you."

She opened the suitcase, neatly packed with clothes prepared by Xiao Meier.

Chen Cheng glanced over, "Just that shirt. If I don't look smart, they'll really take me as a paper trader."

Tong Jialu laughed twice more, "Alright. What do you want to eat? I'll order something."

"Anything is fine." Chen Cheng walked towards the bathroom, "I'll take a shower first, you decide."

"Okay! Should I order something for Xiao Ya too?"

"She'll probably call, right?" Chen Cheng laughed slightly.

On the other side, in the suite on the 35th floor.

Liu Zhiya sat in the empty room, dejected, unable to find anyone to talk to.

"Brother Cheng... he probably still likes Tong Jialu more, right?" She muttered to herself, "She's so feminine, and she knows how to take care of people..."

Liu Zhiya sighed, her eyes dim.

She hugged her knees, burying her head between her legs, feeling like an abandoned little animal, lonely, helpless, and lost.

"What am I lacking compared to her?" She whispered to herself, "I had to beg him to come, does Tong Jialu not even need to ask?"

Just then, a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

"Brother Cheng?" Liu Zhiya quickly looked up, rushing to the door.

Click.

The door opened.

"Ma'am, hello, your luggage." The attendant pushed a luggage cart inside, "Where would you like me to place it?"

Seeing that it wasn't Chen Cheng, Liu Zhiya's heart sank again.

"Just leave it at the door." She said casually.

"Okay, ma'am."

"Thank you."

After the attendant left, Liu Zhiya closed the door, turned around, and was suddenly stunned looking at the luggage.

She clearly only had one carry-on, but now there were four in the room, three of which were obviously Tong Jialu's.

"Delivered to the wrong place?" She stepped forward and looked again, "Should I call her?"

"But if I call her now... will it..."

Ding ding ding...

While Liu Zhiya was lost in thought, her phone rang.