Chapter 37.2

Last night’s “improvement suggestions” were thoroughly implemented. The foreplay stretched on until it was nearly unbearable. From experience, Chen Jubai learned that Song Wei didn’t favor a slow pace—too slow, and she’d end up tearfully protesting.

Quick to adapt, he mastered how to make her happy.

Needless to say, finishing by one became irrelevant as they surrendered to their mutual desires.

…

Of course, the next morning, Song Wei glared daggers at the alarm clock, her exhausted gaze sharp enough to cut.

Chen Jubai, who had risen early to buy her favorite breakfast from her childhood home, only managed to improve her mood slightly.

“Was there anything else we could improve from last night?” he asked casually.

Song Wei, mid-bite of a steamed bun, nearly choked. She hastily sipped soy milk to compose herself. “What?”

Was he treating their nights together like a work project, complete with post-session evaluations?

Avoiding his gaze, she packed her bag and left the house, unwilling to engage further.

Following her to the elevator, Chen Jubai chuckled, “Practice makes perfect, right?”

She shot him a withering look. “Shut up!”

Though he obliged, his quiet laughter revealed his amusement.

When they reached the parking lot, he handed her the car keys. “You drive.”

Song Wei had earned her driver’s license in college but rarely drove afterward due to the convenience of public transportation. Now, she hesitated, unfamiliar with the feel of being behind the wheel again.

After returning to Nan’an, most of the time she commuted with him. If he wasn’t available, Song Gaoyi would pick her up. But now that Song Gaoyi lived near the research institute, he naturally didn’t have the time to drive her anymore.

Yesterday, he mentioned buying her a car. Song Wei figured it was about time she started driving regularly, so she needed some practice.

His car was a simple Mercedes-Benz E-Class—modest, especially for a man in his position as a company owner.

Sometimes Song Wei felt he wasn’t like the CEOs portrayed in TV dramas or novels. Those “bosses” all drove flashy sports cars and had assistants trailing behind them everywhere they went. But he wasn’t like that. Forget the car—he never had an assistant accompanying him. Whether it was meetings or business trips, he handled everything himself. The three assistants in the general affairs department were busy with their own designated tasks.

Song Wei got into the driver’s seat and stretched out her legs, only to find she could barely reach the brake pedal.

Chen Jubai, sitting beside her, chuckled.

“What are you laughing at?!” she snapped irritably.

He stifled his laugh and leaned in to adjust her seat and raise the cushion height. “Try this. And don’t forget to adjust the rearview mirrors.”

Song Wei wasn’t completely inexperienced, though not exactly seasoned either. After a quick adjustment, she started the car.

Chen Jubai fastened his seatbelt as he settled into the passenger seat.

Seeing his cautious actions, Song Wei felt a little annoyed. “If you’re so scared, I can drive by myself.”

“I am scared,” he admitted, “but I can’t let you drive alone.”

“Don’t underestimate me.”

“I’m not. Let’s go.” He smiled gently.

Song Wei shifted gears, signaled, and drove out of the garage.

The steep slope at the underground garage exit was her first real challenge.

She floored the accelerator and surged out, nearly hitting the community gate barrier.

For the first time in his life, Chen Jubai experienced what it meant to feel “thrilled.” After a moment of hesitation, he suggested uncertainly, “Maybe I should continue driving you from now on?”

Song Wei, determined to conquer the challenge, refused to back down. “No, I’m driving myself.”

Chen Jubai silently tightened his grip on the seatbelt.

The trip from home to work was short—just four or five minutes with two traffic lights in between.

During the morning rush hour, traffic was heavy. Noticing her tense posture, with her lips pressed tightly together and her hands gripping the steering wheel with all her strength, Chen Jubai softly reassured her, “Don’t worry. Just focus on driving. You’ll be fine.”

“Okay…”

Song Wei exhaled deeply, forcing herself to relax as she merged into the traffic.

At the first traffic light, she stopped the car smoothly, applied the handbrake, and turned to him for praise. “Well? How am I doing?”

“Great. Much steadier than my first time driving.”

It wasn’t her first time, but she accepted the compliment, giggling softly.

When the light turned green, she moved forward smoothly, merging perfectly with the flow of cars.

Chen Jubai, finally easing up, released his grip on the seatbelt.

Their destination, Guangnian Tower, shared a parking lot with a nearby mall. Normally, Song Wei would get off near the mall entrance to ensure safety. But today, she decided to park the car herself. They’d left early, so there weren’t many colleagues around yet.

But relaxation often leads to mistakes. Song Wei’s reverse parking skills were lacking. After two failed attempts, she reluctantly asked for help. Chen Jubai got out and took over the driver’s seat. Just as they were swapping places, a loud voice called out, “Sister Wei!”

Song Wei turned around to see Yao Miaoxuan jogging toward them.

She quickly glanced at Chen Jubai, but it was too late to hide.

“President Chen?”

Song Wei gave an awkward laugh. “I couldn’t park properly, so President Chen is helping me.”

“Oh, I see.”

Chen Jubai nodded at Yao Miaoxuan and got into the car to finish parking.

Not being the type to overthink things, Yao Miaoxuan simply stood aside and asked, “Did you buy a car, Sister Wei?”

“…No, it belongs to my family.”

“Oh, I thought it looked similar to President Chen’s car.”

“….”

Song Wei hurriedly stood in front of the license plate. Once he had parked, she pretended to act professionally. “Thank you, President Chen.”

Chen Jubai glanced at her with an amused expression, smiled, and tossed her the keys. “You’re welcome, Manager Song.”

The three of them headed upstairs together.

An elevator ride with the boss was always nerve-wracking. Having that boss also be your husband turned it into a special kind of torment.

With Yao Miaoxuan in front and Chen Jubai behind her, Song Wei was sandwiched in the middle, standing stiffly.

As the elevator climbed, more people got in on the first floor. She was pushed further back until she was standing directly in front of him.

As the elevator doors closed, Song Wei felt a light touch on her hand hanging by her side. She immediately pulled it away but refrained from turning around to issue a warning.

A moment later, something crossed her mind, and she pulled her car keys out of her bag, extending her hand backward.

A few seconds passed with no response. She pushed the key back further, misjudging the distance between them. The key accidentally jabbed somewhere sensitive, with enough force to make him grunt softly.

The elevator fell silent.

A senior colleague turned back and asked, “President Chen, are you feeling okay?”

Suppressing the discomfort, he replied calmly, “I’m fine.”

When no one was looking, he glanced down to see the “culprit.” Taking the key, he firmly grasped her hand.

The elevator was crowded. Any colleague glancing down could have noticed. Heart racing, Song Wei froze. It suddenly felt like a clandestine affair. She tried to tug her hand free discreetly.

But he only held on tighter.

Grinding her teeth, she regretted not using more force earlier.

Unable to move her hand, she monitored her colleagues’ gazes nervously. Fortunately, with “President Chen” present, no one dared chat or move unnecessarily.

Song Wei gave up. Seven floors wasn’t far.

When they finally arrived, he released her hand.

Outside the elevator, Yao Miaoxuan asked, “Sister Wei, are you feeling unwell? Your face is so red.”

Maintaining her professional smile, Song Wei replied, “I’m fine. The elevator was just stuffy.”

Yao Miaoxuan nodded eagerly. “Right! With President Chen there, I hardly dared to breathe!”

Once in her office, Song Wei sent him a message: “Don’t you ever do that again!”

Chen Jubai, just exiting the elevator, replied with a smile: “It still hurts a bit.”

Song Wei’s face turned red again. “Are you okay?”

“What if something happens?”

He rarely spoke this way. Song Wei pondered for a moment, detecting the teasing tone. Smiling, she typed: “Divorce?”