He remembered how Fu Zhiyuan had smoothed the cotton candy’s fur just like that. Fu Zhiyuan sighed, looking somewhat regretful. “I really wish you were,” he said, “then I could take you everywhere with me.”

“Fu Zhiyuan, don’t go too far.” Shen Nanxing could tell from his expression that Fu Zhiyuan had some other, more impure thoughts in mind.

Fu Zhiyuan quickly reassured him, “I’m not teasing you anymore, go to sleep. I’ll step out for a meeting.”

Perhaps, even Shen Nanxing himself hadn’t noticed, but he had started saying Fu Zhiyuan’s name more and more naturally, even dropping the “bro” he used to add.

The lounge connected to his office, separated only by a door. After Fu Zhiyuan left, the assistant had already prepared the materials for the meeting, waiting for him to lead the session.

Fu Zhiyuan glanced at the assistant and said in a low voice, “He’s asleep. Don’t let anyone in. He doesn’t need to attend the meeting, but if he wakes up, make sure to get him something to eat.”

The assistant nodded enthusiastically, “Don’t worry, Mr. Fu, I’ll take good care of Mr. Shen.”

Fu Zhiyuan nodded slightly, picked up the documents from his desk, and turned to head to the meeting room.

After he left, the assistant couldn’t hide his excitement. He could slack off in peace without consequences and still get paid. Mr. Shen’s arrival was just perfect.

Shen Nanxing slept until 4 PM, completely zoning out. He rubbed his eyes and instinctively reached for his phone on the bedside table, only to realize it wasn’t there. He then remembered that he wasn’t at home but in Fu Zhiyuan’s lounge.

He had expected to be restless in such an environment, but the faint scent of sandalwood from Fu Zhiyuan’s body seemed to have a calming effect, and he soon fell deeply asleep.

He got up and opened the door, only to find that Fu Zhiyuan hadn’t returned yet, and the office was empty. The assistant, who had been outside the office, quickly rushed in when he heard the movement.

“Mr. Shen, you’re awake? Would you like something to eat?”

Shen Nanxing shook his head and sat down by the sofa. “No, I’ll just play on my phone for a bit.”

“Would you like something to drink?”

“No, go ahead and do your work.”

Shen Nanxing didn’t even look up as he skillfully opened a game.

The assistant, however, ended up bringing him some snacks and fruits.

A few minutes later, after Shen Nanxing finished one round of the game, he noticed the assistant was still standing in front of him. He looked at him with confusion. “Do you need something?”

The assistant hesitated for a moment, then couldn’t resist asking, “Mr. Shen, what’s your relationship with our Mr. Fu?”

Shen Nanxing thought for a moment. “We’re still friends for now.” He couldn’t just tell him they were in a pursuit-and-pursued situation, right?

The assistant nodded in realization, “Oh, so you’re still just friends. No wonder the progress is so slow!”

With that thought, the assistant decided to help Fu Zhiyuan a bit. “Mr. Shen, don’t you think our CEO is quite the charming man?”

Shen Nanxing raised an eyebrow. “Why do you say that?”

The assistant eagerly launched into a speech, praising Fu Zhiyuan from head to toe—handsome, tall, young and accomplished, with the most important feature being his eight-pack abs. He got more and more excited as he went on. Shen Nanxing could only feel secondhand embarrassment. Seriously? Was it necessary to go so overboard? He almost started talking about how Fu Zhiyuan’s leg hair was also very sexy…

After finishing his praise, the assistant smugly asked, “So, what do you think? Do you agree with me?”

Shen Nanxing stayed silent for a moment, then said, “Yes, you’re right.” Can we please stop now?

“Oh, by the way, may I ask how old you are this year?” The assistant began fantasizing about their future wedding. When they married, he’d definitely be the greatest contributor, and there’d definitely be a big red envelope for him. Hehehe…

“19,” Shen Nanxing replied.

“What? 19 years old!” The assistant was instantly stunned, looking at Shen Nanxing with disbelief.

A beast! He actually went after such a young, fresh college student. 19 years old—six years younger! My CEO, you’re really too much of a beast.

“What’s wrong with 19?” Shen Nanxing noticed the assistant’s shocked expression and was somewhat confused.

The assistant’s gaze turned tender in an instant. “Nothing.”

“I suddenly don’t think our CEO is that charming anymore. What do you think, Mr. Shen?”

“I think you can skip work tomorrow.”

Fu Zhiyuan had somehow appeared behind the assistant, his face cold with an unmistakable sign of anger. His icy voice came from behind, causing the assistant’s body to stiffen. He felt a jolt of panic. “It’s over, I’m doomed!”

The smile on the assistant’s face was even worse than a frown. “Mr. Fu, how long have you been here?”

“Is this your office?” Fu Zhiyuan gave him a sideways glance.

“It’s yours, Mr. Fu. I’ll leave right now!” The assistant quickly made a retreat.

Shen Nanxing burst into laughter until tears came out. “Hahaha… Fu Zhiyuan, do you know that with that look, you really do look like a domineering CEO?”

Fu Zhiyuan’s expression stiffened, and he sighed helplessly. “Xingbao, is it really that funny?”

“Not funny, it’s just hilarious.” The domineering CEO trope in novels was way too reserved; in real life, it was even more domineering. Thinking about that, Shen Nanxing laughed again.

Fu Zhiyuan looked at him with a tender gaze, reaching out to pat his back. “Stop laughing or you’ll choke on it.”

Shen Nanxing finally stopped laughing, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Fu Zhiyuan. “Just now, the assistant almost had a heart attack because of you.”

Fu Zhiyuan snorted coldly. “He was slandering me in front of you.”

“Then tell me, what kind of image do you have?” Shen Nanxing teased him, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Fu Zhiyuan’s gaze grew heated, his voice carrying a hint of seduction. “So what kind of image do I have in your eyes, Xingbao?”

Shen Nanxing pretended to ponder for a while, then seriously said, “Everything is fine, except you’re just a little older.”

Fu Zhiyuan’s face darkened, and he fell into self-doubt. Was he really old now? Even Xing Bao was bothered by his age.

Seeing that Fu Zhiyuan was silent and looking down, Shen Nanxing thought he had taken it seriously and quickly explained, “Brother Zhiyuan, I was joking. Don’t take it seriously!”

Fu Zhiyuan remained silent, staring deeply at him.

“Actually, you’re really handsome, truly.” Shen Nanxing thought for a moment and added.

Fu Zhiyuan reached out and flicked his forehead. “Xingbao, you’re learning bad habits.”**

Shen Nanxing saw him smile and instantly relaxed. “I’m glad you’re not mad.”

Fu Zhiyuan sighed, clearly helpless. “What can I do? I just can’t bear to.”

Shen Nanxing felt a wave of emotion when he heard that indulgent tone. It felt pretty nice to have someone spoil him unconditionally.