He secretly made up his mind: tomorrow, he would do something for Mr. Lu as well… 

Wu Chunhe woke up early this time, his eyes lowered as he made coffee at the bar. The young man wore a simple court-style shirt, the chest a lotus-leaf wave shape. Under the sunlight, the shirt shimmered with fine gold thread patterns, and a small sapphire was inlaid at the collar, echoing the young man’s lowered light blue eyes, beautiful and breathtaking. 

Lu Guihong came down from upstairs and saw this scene. The movement of him putting on his watch paused imperceptibly. 

Wu Chunhe seemed to sense his footsteps and looked up at him. His long hair hung docilely on his shoulders, his pale face almost transparent in the sunlight. He smiled at him, his voice soft, like a little prince, “Good morning, Mr. Lu.” 

Lu Guihong continued his actions nonchalantly, fastening his watch: “Morning, why are you up so early?” 

Wu Chunhe had just finished making the coffee. His eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he softly said, “I wanted to drink coffee, and I made a cup for Mr. Lu as well.” 

He presented the coffee to Lu Guihong. 

Lu Guihong had the habit of drinking coffee in the morning. He slept too late every day, so to stay alert, he would drink a cup of coffee every morning. 

His eyes were deep as he watched the boy’s trembling eyelashes, as if he were feeling guilty. Lu Guihong pondered, not exposing the obvious lie, and took a sip of the coffee, “Thank you.” 

When Aunt Cui brought up breakfast, the two went to the dining table. Wu Chunhe casually ate a vegetable salad. When he saw the man put down his cutlery, he silently stood up, following the man like a little ghost. When they reached the door, Lu Guihong put on his suit and looked at the boy clinging to him. 

He observed the boy, who had been acting strangely since this morning, secretly wondering, Did he encounter some trouble that he needed to tell him? It seems the conversation last night was useful. 

Thinking this, Lu Guihong softened his tone and asked, “What’s wrong?” 

Wu Chunhe raised his eyes, his light blue eyes clear as water, filled with seriousness. He didn’t know when he’d gotten the file bag that Assistant Xu had sent last night, and he held it out with a sweet smile, like a wife seeing her husband off to work, 

“Mr. Lu, be careful on the road.” 

Lu Guihong looked down at the boy’s serious expression, momentarily stunned, then his Adam’s apple bobbed. He reached out to take it, his voice somewhat hoarse, “Mm, go back.” 

After watching Wu Chunhe leave, Wu Chunhe let out a slow breath. It seems Mr. Lu is still easy to get along with. 

After Lu Guihong left, Wu Chunhe was bored in the villa, so he only read. He hadn’t brought much luggage, and books took up space, so he only brought two or three. 

But Wu Chunhe didn’t bring his favorite painting supplies; he didn’t bring anything related to painting. 

… 

Today, Lu Guihong returned late, arriving home at nine o’clock in the evening. 

He went straight to his study to work. 

At this time, the delicate and frail young man should be asleep. When Lu Guihong saw the project in cooperation with the Wu Corporation, he suddenly thought of the other party. 

But the next second, a gentle knock came from the study door, very light, as if lacking strength. Lu Guihong didn’t think much of it, assuming it was Aunt Cui sending in tea, so he directly told the person to come in. Immediately, the door opened, a slender white hand resting on the crack, then a pale and beautiful little face appeared. 

Wu Chunhe came in carrying tea. After Lu Guihong saw him, he put down the documents, leaning back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. 

The young man gently walked over, “Mr. Lu, your tea.” 

After Wu Chunhe put down the tea, he looked up to see the man staring straight at him, his black eyes deep and sharp, half his face hidden in shadow, his expression unfathomable. He blinked, not quite understanding why Mr. Lu was looking at him like that. 

Lu Guihong looked down at the steaming tea, then at the innocent young man, his tone low and calm, but his gaze sharp, as if he wanted to see through the boy’s heart, “What’s wrong? Is there something you need me to do?” 

This is so unusual. 

Wu Chunhe didn’t expect him to ask that, his expression momentarily flustered, then under the sharp and suspicious gaze, he slowly spoke, his eyelashes fluttering, looking a little pitiful: “Nothing, I just wanted to thank Mr. Lu for the desserts yesterday and the transfer…” 

“There’s nothing else, no other purpose.” Wu Chunhe’s voice was small. 

At first, Wu Chunhe had only wanted to express his gratitude, but later he thought that this might also be a chance to improve his relationship with the man. Although they had signed the agreement, a better relationship wouldn’t hurt the Wu Corporation… 

He was good and bad. 

Wu Chunhe, who hadn’t experienced society and had grown up in a greenhouse, felt a little ashamed and lowered his head. 

Lu Guihong frowned, not expecting this answer. He had been mistaken; he thought the Wu Corporation and the young man had asked him to do something. 

But the boy wasn’t like those cunning businessmen, and, he was so young, yesterday he was too afraid to say the food didn’t suit his taste. 

Lu Guihong’s previously cold and sharp gaze gradually softened, and even his sharp and fierce aura dissipated somewhat. His usually fierce face softened a little, and his tone was surprisingly gentle, with a hint of apology, he shouldn’t have been harsh on him, “Did you receive the transfer? Is it enough?” 

Wu Chunhe unconsciously raised his eyes. The man sitting behind the desk was as handsome as ever, but perhaps because of the warm light, the coldness in the man’s eyes seemed to have been melted away by the light, making people unconsciously want to get closer. 

Wu Chunhe subconsciously replied, “I haven’t received it.” 

Lu Guihong was somewhat surprised, raising an eyebrow, “Why not?” 

Wu Chunhe didn’t know how to answer this. He was afraid. The Wu Corporation could only rely on a marriage alliance. The Wu Corporation had been on the decline since he was born, and after eighteen years, it finally couldn’t hold on any longer. He was afraid that he would make a mistake and be rejected. 

Wu Chunhe’s light blue eyes held a hint of melancholy. Lu Guihong didn’t ask further, but took out his phone and handed it to the young man. Wu Chunhe snapped out of his thoughts, subconsciously taking the phone, looking at the man in confusion. 

Lu Guihong’s commanding but low and gentle voice: “Add contact information.” 

Wu Chunhe subconsciously took out his own phone and did as instructed, then watched the man take back his phone, fiddling with it for a while. Then, his phone vibrated; it was a transfer, two hundred thousand. 

Wu Chunhe froze, opening his mouth to say something, but was interrupted. The man said bluntly, “Take it.” 

“We’re going to get married; as long as the agreement isn’t over, we’re partners. Giving you money or anything is only natural.” 

Lu Guihong paused, looking at the somewhat stunned young man and comforting him, “Don’t be afraid.” 

The young man, with his pale face and melancholy blue eyes, looked at him, and even Lu Guihong, in his coldness, couldn’t ignore it. 

Wu Chunhe, under the man’s gaze, accepted the transfer, and Lu Guihong was finally satisfied. 

Finally, Wu Chunhe was urged by Lu Guihong to go to rest. 

After Wu Chunhe lay back on the sofa, holding his phone and looking at the transfer, he felt a little dreamy. 

He opened Mr. Lu’s personal page. The profile picture, in contrast, was a little black cat, and the name was simply “Lu,” clearly someone who didn’t want to spend time choosing a nickname. 

At this time, a new message popped up. 

Mr. Lu: [Aunt Cui said you were reading all day. If you like books, you can come to the study anytime.] 

Wu Chunhe was stunned, then burrowed back into his blanket, looking at the message and unconsciously smiling, revealing his dimples. He first sent a thank you, then a small bear nodding emoji. 

Lu Guihong in the study saw the honey-colored little bear emoji on the other side of the chat interface and chuckled softly. 

He’s still a child, after all. 

The next day, the sun was high in the sky. 

It was almost noon, and Wu Chunhe hadn’t woken up yet. Aunt Cui wanted to go upstairs and call him for breakfast, but Lu Guihong stopped her, specifically instructing Aunt Cui not to disturb the young man and let him sleep. 

Aunt Cui remembered the young man making tea and bringing it to the study last night, and a loving smile appeared on her face. Aunt Cui was naturally happy that their relationship had improved. 

Before Aunt Cui could worry about whether or not to wake the young man—if he didn’t get up soon, it would be afternoon, and it would be too late to eat—the bedroom door on the second floor opened. 

Wu Chunhe was wearing his long hair, his hair still slightly damp, as if he had just taken a shower, his skin pale and translucent. 

When Aunt Cui saw him come down, she smiled and asked, “Young Master Wu is up? What do you want for lunch?” 

Wu Chunhe looked at Aunt Cui, his eyes vacant, a little absentminded, “Aunt Cui, I don’t have much of an appetite… something cold.” 

Aunt Cui thought for a moment, the weather had warmed up recently, and the young man had just woken up, so he probably couldn’t eat a main course, so she suggested, “Cold noodles? And some fruit.” 

Wu Chunhe didn’t object, nodding his head, so Aunt Cui immediately went to prepare. Wu Chunhe raised his hand and touched his arm, his brows furrowed in distress. 

He discovered bruises on his body when he got up to shower. 

Wu Chunhe was completely dumbfounded. Later, he looked at the bruises in the bathroom mirror, most of them on his back, and an idea came to mind: it was the bed… 

But this was too exaggerated. He had only slept on that bed for one night. Although his body was still a little sore when he lay down these two days, he only thought his body was delicate and it would be fine in a few days. But the bruises were too exaggerated. 

‘Pea Prince’? 

A hint of self-mockery appeared in the young man’s pretty light blue eyes. He definitely couldn’t let Aunt Cui… and Mr. Lu know about this. 

His body was too delicate. 

Thinking this, when it was time for dinner, Aunt Cui didn’t notice that the young man was enduring physical discomfort. After dinner, Wu Chunhe returned to his room, took out his medicine box from his luggage, found the medicine, and applied it. He couldn’t reach his back, so he ignored it for now. 

After applying the medicine, Wu Chunhe changed into a loose-fitting long shirt. It was a little big, and the sleeves covered half of his hands. 

After he was done, Wu Chunhe opened his phone to check the time, waiting for the medicine to take effect for two hours before taking a shower. But as soon as he opened it, a new chat message caught his eye. 

Mr. Lu: [Did you get up for breakfast? The study door isn’t locked, you don’t need to ask Aunt Cui for the key if you want to go.]