Chapter 2212 - 714: Endured, Accepted, Yielded (Daily Life)_3

Jiang Yourong’s body went completely rigid, eyes wide open, feeling like she could barely breathe.

Shrouded by his strong masculine aura, her mind was dizzy and a mess.

Is workplace sexual harassment nowadays... this... this straightforward?!

Soon after, she felt his finger lightly pinching the soft flesh on her tender belly.

"Teacher Jiang, I remember when you were working as an assistant at Smile Investment, you were much more seductive and much slimmer than now."

Hearing this sentence, especially that last word "slimmer."

Jiang Yourong’s defenses crumbled instantly.

Her eyelids couldn’t stop twitching wildly, her ample chest quivering violently due to agitation.

Seriously... is this necessary?

You come over to take advantage of me and still dare to complain that I’m fat?

Is there justice in this world?

Feeling the professor’s grievance and anger, Tang Song quickly withdrew his mischievous hand.

He began to appease her according to the "condom" task requirements: "Anyway, now you have more charm. Compared to that slightly immature slenderness from back then, now you’re enriched by the passage of time, with more of a mature woman’s allure."

Upon hearing the latter part of the compliment, Jiang Yourong’s anger finally eased a bit.

She snorted softly, feigning composure: "I’ve been neglecting body management due to heavy teaching tasks and staying up late writing projects over the years. But since I’m returning to corporate, I’ll take care of it."

"Mm, I believe in Teacher Jiang’s perseverance and determination."

Tang Song inhaled her warm scent and the aroma of flesh, feeling the blend of academic and mature feminine aura.

His heartbeat accelerated somewhat.

He wasn’t purely a PUA.

This Professor Jiang had a standard slightly plump figure. Her waist-to-hip ratio wasn’t especially outstanding, there was even some fat on her belly, and her thighs were fleshy.

But she didn’t appear bloated; instead, she had a special kind of femininity: soft and full of allure.

Perhaps, this was the so-called "mature woman" charm.

"Teacher Jiang, since you’re going to work in the CEO’s office, let’s start with a joining KPI."

"What KPI?" Jiang Yourong lifted her head in confusion.

Tang Song patted her back, hinting her to move forward while pointing to the smart scale in the corner of the study room: "Go weigh yourself first."

Looking at the scale, Jiang Yourong seemed to see the devil, firmly shaking her head: "No way! Absolutely not! This is personal privacy!"

Tang Song smiled unhurriedly, "Teacher Jiang, I can look up your annual physical exam reports if I want. Don’t worry, it’s just to record initial data."

Hearing this, Jiang Yourong gritted her teeth and eventually succumbed.

She took a deep breath, discarded her heavy coat, and then kicked off her slippers and socks.

Closing her eyes, resolutely stepped on it.

The scale emitted a slight electronic beep, numbers jumped on the screen, finally stabilizing at [63 kg].

Seeing the number, Jiang Yourong secretly sighed in relief.

Thank goodness! Skipping lunch really saved me!

A bit lighter than usual.

She hurried to jump off the scale, turned to explain to Tang Song: "The sweater inside is thick, the pants are fleece-lined warm pants, these add up should weigh several pounds. If weighed in the morning on an empty stomach, it would be lighter."

Tang Song nodded, cooperating with a straight face: "Mm, indeed, not considered fat."

Actually, given Jiang Yourong’s estimated height of around 166cm and a weight of 63kg, plus her bust measurement, she really wasn’t truly fat.

However, she clearly lacked exercise habits, her body fat percentage was high, so she looked a bit fleshy.

Jiang Yourong put back on her socks and slippers, looking at him suspiciously, "Now that I’ve weighed myself, then what? What’s your KPI exactly?"

Tang Song arrived at the desk, picked up an already printed A4 paper, and handed it to her.

"Here, for you."

Jiang Yourong took it in confusion, glanced down, and her mouth twitched.

A detailed plan sheet was densely listed above, covering meals for each day over the next week, as well as detailed fitness exercises.

If not completed, there were even penalties listed.

Her expression instantly became somewhat rigid, "Isn’t this overreaching for the company?"

"Teacher Jiang, this is for your good. As long as you persist for one week, the more weight you lose, the richer the reward."

Looking at the bland foods and daunting exercise amounts above, Jiang Yourong felt a toothache.

How much suffering would this bring?

Still, she did have weight loss plans initially, now that Tang Song also brought it up, even turning it into a "joining KPI."

Might as well take this opportunity to pressure herself a bit.

Accepted!

She sternly put away the plan sheet, "Alright, I accept."

Tang Song nodded, then changed the topic: "However, Teacher Jiang, to ensure you can smoothly complete this KPI, I need to assign you a supervising mentor."

Jiang Yourong suddenly had a bad premonition, "Who?"

"It’s Lele, let her stay at your apartment, supervising you 24 hours a day." Tang Song’s smile became more meaningful, "Of course, as your direct supervisor, I will also conduct frequent inspections ensuring you aren’t slacking or cheating."

"No way." Jiang Yourong immediately shook her head, "She’s my student, how can she supervise me? This is outrageous."

She was, after all, a deputy professor, Lele’s revered mentor.

Letting her student supervise her like disciplining a child, monitoring her eating, exercising, with penalties too.

This is simply unacceptable.

Tang Song seemed to have anticipated this reaction, speaking sincerely: "Teacher Jiang, I’m also thinking of your health, hoping you become healthier. I know Lele’s character; she will help you slim down."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Jiang Yourong firmly declared, "Tang Song, for the sake of image, you can ask me to lose weight, but not this way, I have my limits."

I, Jiang Yourong, would rather starve, die outside, jump from here, than agree to such a thing!

Tang Song looked at her defiant stance, sighing.

He stepped closer to Jiang Yourong, pinning her against the study room door.

Breath mingling, bodies touching.

Jiang Yourong’s face reddened, heart racing, her hands unconsciously resting on his chest: "What are you doing again..."

Tang Song bent down, leaned to her reddened ear, whispering: "Teacher Jiang, as far as I know, on top of your bedroom closet, there seems to be a black drawstring velvet bag, right? The contents are quite unique..."

He didn’t continue, just looked at her with deep meaning.

The air suddenly became extraordinarily quiet.

Jiang Yourong’s cheeks began to turn flaming red.

She quickly realized it must have been discovered when Tang Song was staying at her apartment for that over half a month, unintentionally finding that hidden "little secret."

She was a normal adult woman, single for years, inevitably having some physiological needs.

No boyfriend, occasionally buying some adult toys for self-gratification.

This is quite normal, isn’t it?!

But being called out by Tang Song, whom she used to have a crush on, soon to be her boss.

It’s like social death.

More embarrassing than weighing herself in public, a hundred times more shameful.

She pursed her lips, trying to maintain calm, "I... I don’t know what you’re talking about... I haven’t lived in that apartment for long, maybe someone left it behind."

Seeing the professor’s guilty expression, Tang Song chuckled lightly, reaching out to pat her plump rear.

"Teacher Jiang, rest assured, I’m not the conservative type, won’t overthink it, and definitely won’t tell anyone else."

He paused, adding: "Including Sister Shuyu, Lele, Shangguan Qiuya, Qin Yingxue, Lin Tiantian... they won’t know."

Each name Tang Song mentioned made Jiang Yourong’s heart skip a beat.

Finally, her face was already red to the ears, palms sweaty, barely able to stand steadily.

That feeling of being seen through, yet unable to escape, made her feel like she was standing naked in front of Tang Song.

"What—what exactly do you want?"

Tang Song moved closer to her cheek, "I simply hope Teacher Jiang can actively cooperate with my work arrangements."

"Fine, I agree." Her voice trembled slightly, eventually conceding.