The assistant hid his shock and said politely, “Hello, sir. I’m Mr. Fu’s assistant. Mr. Fu is still in a meeting, but he asked me to take you upstairs first.”

Shen Nanxing smiled politely at him, “Thank you, just call me Shen Nanxing.”

“Alright, Mr. Shen.”

Shen Nanxing followed him into the exclusive elevator. He was looking at his phone and didn’t notice the assistant’s hesitant expression.

The elevator doors opened with a “ding.” The assistant had been thinking for a long time but still couldn’t bring himself to ask about the status of Shen Nanxing’s relationship with their CEO.

“Mr. Shen, please.”

The assistant, controlling his curiosity, led Shen Nanxing down the hall.

“I’ll take you to Mr. Fu’s office to wait. The meeting should still be ongoing.”

The assistant led him through the employee office area to the door of Fu Zhiyuan’s office.

“Okay, thank you.” Shen Nanxing nodded.

“Please go ahead. Would you like something to drink while you wait? I’ll get it for you.”

The assistant kindly asked.

“Just some juice, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” The assistant walked toward the tea area, thinking, “He’s so polite, hehe.”

Shen Nanxing opened the door, expecting to see someone still in the middle of a meeting, but instead, Fu Zhiyuan, smiling, was looking at him.

Shen Nanxing was surprised. “Aren’t you supposed to still be in a meeting?”

Fu Zhiyuan replied calmly, “The meeting was moved to the afternoon.” In fact, it had been canceled and would resume in the afternoon.

Shen Nanxing raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical.

Fu Zhiyuan chuckled softly. “Alright, the truth is, I’ve been thinking about Xingbao so much that I can’t focus on the meeting.”

Shen Nanxing felt a slight blush on his face from the teasing.

A glimmer of amusement flashed in Fu Zhiyuan’s eyes as he reached out to touch Shen Nanxing’s head. “Xingbao, why is your face so red?”

This comment made Shen Nanxing’s face even redder. He lowered his gaze, avoiding Fu Zhiyuan’s eyes, and awkwardly explained, “It’s just because I wore makeup for the shoot today.”

“Really?” Fu Zhiyuan’s gaze lingered on his red lips. He gently traced his fingertip over them, then quickly moved his hand away. He looked at the lipstick on his finger and said in a husky voice, “It looks like Xingbao really did wear makeup.”

His movement was swift, and Shen Nanxing felt a slight touch on his lips. When he looked up, he met Fu Zhiyuan’s deep, intense gaze.

He quickly turned his head away. “You’re too much!”

He had wiped the lipstick off during dinner, so why was there still some left??? How could Fu Zhiyuan act so casually like this?!

It felt so…

Shen Nanxing turned his face away, signaling that he didn’t want to engage in any more conversation.

Fu Zhiyuan, sensing the situation, casually wiped the lipstick on his clothes and started to coax Shen Nanxing.

“Xingbao, I was wrong, alright? Please forgive me!” He reached out and tugged at Shen Nanxing’s shirt.

Shen Nanxing snorted coldly and ignored him.

Just then, the assistant came in with the juice and saw this scene.

Their CEO, a tall and imposing man, was actually lowering his head, looking humble and pleading for forgiveness.

The assistant’s mind was in shock. Was this some kind of sci-fi movie?

Fu Zhiyuan noticed the assistant entering and immediately returned to his usual distant and cold demeanor. He gave the assistant a warning glance.

The assistant shivered, steeling himself to say, “Mr. Fu, here’s the juice Mr. Shen asked for…”

The assistant placed the juice on the coffee table and quickly ran out of the office.
Shen Nanxing: “…”

He had just heard someone else’s voice, and when he turned around, he only saw a figure. Was Fu Zhiyuan that terrifying? The assistant had to run just to bring him some juice.

Fu Zhiyuan handed him the juice. Shen Nanxing took it and drank. The sweet and sour orange juice made his mood improve a little.

Seizing the opportunity, Fu Zhiyuan apologized and tried to soften his tone to make him more lenient. “Xingbao, forgive me, your lips look so beautiful that I couldn’t help myself.”

Shen Nanxing was speechless. The apology sounded fine at first, but the second half felt so inappropriate.

Fu Zhiyuan, ever bold, continued, “Xingbao, did you enjoy the shoot today?”

Yesterday, he had planned to give himself a day off and ask Xingbao out, but Xingbao turned him down, saying he already had plans. Fu Zhiyuan, jealous, had tried to negotiate by asking if Xingbao could meet him after the shoot. He even said, “You agreed to let me pursue you, so you have to let me show my intentions,” or something like that.

Shen Nanxing, feeling a bit helpless, eventually agreed. So, after the shoot, Fu Zhiyuan couldn’t wait to send his driver to pick him up.

Shen Nanxing replied a bit indifferently, “It was okay.”

Fu Zhiyuan noticed his mood shift and hurriedly asked, “What’s wrong? Did something happen, or did someone bully you?”

The thought of that possibility made Fu Zhiyuan’s face darken.

Shen Nanxing shook his head. “No, I’m just a little tired. I spent the whole morning at the studio; it was definitely the most exercise I’ve had in a while.”

Fu Zhiyuan looked at him with concern. “You must be exhausted. You should rest for a bit.” He then lifted Shen Nanxing and carried him toward the lounge.

Shen Nanxing suddenly felt himself being lifted off the ground and instinctively grabbed onto the front of Fu Zhiyuan’s shirt.

Fu Zhiyuan noticed his reaction and chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, Xingbao, I won’t let you fall.”

Shen Nanxing muttered an “oh” and pretended to be calm, burying his face in Fu Zhiyuan’s chest—if only his heartbeat wasn’t racing so fast.

Fu Zhiyuan looked down at the “little hedgehog” in his arms, a smile unconsciously appearing on his lips.

“Xingbao, rest for a while,” Fu Zhiyuan said as he placed Shen Nanxing on the bed in the lounge and gently rubbed his thumb under his eyes.

Shen Nanxing felt a slight tickling sensation and swatted Fu Zhiyuan’s hand away. “You can leave now.”

Fu Zhiyuan burst out laughing. “Already kicking me out?”

Shen Nanxing stared at him without blinking. “What else would I do?”

Fu Zhiyuan cleared his throat and teased, “This is my bed; is it okay if I sleep here for a bit?”

Shen Nanxing’s mind immediately sounded alarms, and he shifted further into the bed. “Wh-what are you doing?” He hoped Fu Zhiyuan wasn’t thinking of sharing the bed with him.

Seeing Shen Nanxing’s cautious expression, Fu Zhiyuan couldn’t help but laugh.

Shen Nanxing, realizing he had been tricked by Fu Zhiyuan, kicked him in frustration. “Fu Zhiyuan, how dare you tease me!”

Fu Zhiyuan looked at him in anger, which had no effect at all, and found it even more endearing. With a wave of his hand, he grabbed a nearby blanket and wrapped it around Shen Nanxing.

“Be good, go to sleep,” Fu Zhiyuan said, patting him on the head.

Shen Nanxing glared at him and pushed his hand away. “Do you think I’m a marshmallow?”