Xie Baiyu was playing with his phone on the side. 

Time flew by. 

“Take a break,” Xie Baiyu bought coffee and placed it beside Wen Song, advising, “This is Lao Yu’s matter. Let’s wait for the results and follow instructions. You don’t need to get involved.” 

Wen Song smiled and said, “It’s okay, I’m learning incidentally.” 

He had just picked up the coffee beside him when his phone screen suddenly lit up. It was a message from Zhou Yan Zhi. 

[It’s ten o’clock, remember to drink tea.] 

This sudden message startled Wen Song. He quickly put down the coffee, took out the red date and goji berry tea brewed by his aunt from his bag, and said to Xie Baiyu, “I’ll drink this. I… I don’t feel well drinking coffee, sorry, thank you, senior.” 

“Goji berry tea,” Xie Baiyu frowned, “You’re starting to take care of your health at such a young age?” 

Wen Song chuckled, his eyes unconsciously drifting to Zhou Yan Zhi’s message. 

His contact for Zhou Yan Zhi was “Sir.” Their last message was five days ago, when Zhou Yan Zhi told him: [I have a business dinner tonight, Aunt is cooking.] 

The one before that was nine days ago, when Zhou Yan Zhi asked him: [Are you free this weekend? I’ll take you for a pregnancy check-up.] 

Their conversations were always like this. 

Qiao Fan commented on this, saying that President Zhou was truly handling things in a businesslike manner. 

However, Wen Song could see the care and respect. At least Zhou Yan Zhi was taking this marriage seriously, and he felt honored. 

He replied: [Thank you, Sir, for reminding me. I’m drinking it now.] 

Zhou Yan Zhi sent another message: [There are tea rooms on every floor. If the tea gets cold, go add some hot water.] 

Wen Song bit the rim of the cup, couldn’t help but smile foolishly, and was seen by Xie Baiyu, “What are you doing?” 

Wen Song blushed, quickly stood up, “I… I’ll go add some hot water.” 

He replied to Zhou Yan Zhi: [Okay.] 

Actually, the thermos cup had good insulation, and the goji berry tea was still steaming hot, but since Zhou Yan Zhi asked him to add hot water, Wen Song went to add hot water. 

Just as Qiao Fan had said with exasperation, he was a blind admirer of Zhou Yan Zhi, so blind that even if Zhou Yan Zhi said the sun rose from the west, he would believe it. 

He walked out with his cup, wearing a name tag that read “Outsourced,” asked for directions, found the tea room, and was about to pour water when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind him. Wen Song turned his head and saw a man in a suit. The man caught sight of the “Outsourced” on his name tag, his eyes instantly became condescending. He walked in front of Wen Song and pressed the hot water button first. 

Wen Song thought this man was inexplicable. 

But he always disliked conflicts with people. It was only a matter of a few seconds, so he stood beside and waited. 

The man glanced at him: “Zhong Lv’s?” 

“I’m from Peisheng Software Company.” 

The man seemed not to have heard clearly: “What?” 

“Peisheng, a company in Pioneer Science and Technology Park.” 

The man probably hadn’t heard of Peisheng, and looked at Wen Song with suspicion: “How long have you been working here?” 

“Three months,” Wen Song felt he should be more open and introduced himself proactively: “Hello, my name is Wen—” 

Before he could say “Song,” the man left with his cup. 

“So impolite.” Wen Song muttered softly. 

Having experienced too much cold treatment since childhood, Wen Song was used to it and didn’t care. He opened his thermos cup, saw that there was still a full cup inside, so he stood by the coffee machine and drank half a cup before going to get hot water. 

Although his stomach was full, having completed Zhou Yan Zhi’s task made him happy. 

He returned to the office with a full cup of red date and goji berry tea, waiting for Zhou Yan Zhi’s message after an hour. 

But he waited until 11:05, and Zhou Yan Zhi didn’t send him a reminder to drink tea. 

He repeatedly opened the chat box, but it was still empty. 

Wen Song felt a little disappointed. 

After the disappointment, he began to reflect. 

He had made the mistake of expecting again. On the day they got their marriage certificate, he had repeatedly warned himself: Sir is only being polite and responsible, and for the baby’s sake, that he’s good to you. Don’t be ungrateful and really treat Sir as your husband, trying to get something out of it, otherwise Sir will look down on you even more. 

He reminded himself every day, but because of one message, he forgot himself. 

What a loser. 

He regained his composure and continued working, but after a few seconds, the phone suddenly rang. 

It was Zhou Yan Zhi. 

Wen Song forgot that there were still people around him, and answered the call. 

“Busy?” Zhou Yan Zhi asked. 

“No, not busy.” 

“I made lunch, the car is downstairs, do you want to come down and eat?” 

Wen Song was stunned, thinking he had misheard. 

“Or… do you want to eat in the cafeteria with your colleagues? It’s fine, the cafeteria is on the seventh floor, the food is pretty good.” 

Just then, Xie Baiyu walked over and said to Wen Song, “Junior, it’s lunchtime, are we eating in the cafeteria or going out? I see a lot of people queuing up for sauerkraut fish across the street.” 

Wen Song was caught between two fires, not knowing who to answer first. 

Zhou Yan Zhi seemed to have heard, after a while, he asked calmly, “Sauerkraut fish, do you want to eat it?” 

“No.” 

Xie Baiyu was puzzled: “Ah?” 

Wen Song stood up abruptly, “Senior, I… my family sent me lunch, I’ll go downstairs to eat.” 

He gave Xie Baiyu an apologetic smile, said something to Yu Zhengfan, and then hurried out of the office. 

While waiting for the elevator, he was already taking deep breaths. His heart was beating too fast, and his body could barely handle it. 

The display screen between the elevators was playing current affairs news: Recently, a spectacular fireball fell near Luzon Island in the Philippines. NASA said that a few hours before it entered the Earth’s atmosphere… 

Wen Song had no time to listen. He entered the elevator and went straight to the first floor. Following Zhou Yan Zhi’s instructions, he found Zhou Yan Zhi’s car in a corner of the ground parking lot. 

He took another deep breath, then opened the car door and saw Zhou Yan Zhi in the driver’s seat. Their eyes met. 

“Sir.” 

Wen Song got in. 

The car’s air conditioning was set to 26 degrees with circulating air, the temperature was just right. Zhou Yan Zhi took off his suit jacket, leaving only a white shirt, and his tie was not tied, more casual than usual. 

Wen Song couldn’t help but take a few more glances, but before he could finish admiring, he was caught by Zhou Yan Zhi. 

“What are you looking at?” 

Wen Song’s cheeks flushed, “No, nothing.” 

Zhou Yan Zhi’s gaze fell on a tuft of black hair sticking up on his head, and suddenly asked, “Don’t like sauerkraut fish?” 

Wen Song was stunned, “Yes, I don’t like it very much.” 

Zhou Yan Zhi took out the insulated bag and casually said, “There are indeed a lot of people queuing up, you can try it when you have time.” 

“Okay.” Wen Song thought for a moment and then cautiously asked, “With… with senior?” 

Zhou Yan Zhi glanced at him, “Either way.” 

Wen Song’s mind went blank as soon as he got close to Zhou Yan Zhi, completely unaware of the subtext, and was still seriously considering: “Sir, shouldn’t I treat senior to a meal? He always buys me coffee.” 

“Only you?” 

“Of course not,” Wen Song waved his hand, “He buys for many people, but every time he brings me a very delicious flavor, called almond something, which is five yuan more expensive than others, so I think I should treat senior to a meal.” 

Zhou Yan Zhi didn’t say anything. 

Wen Song felt embarrassed and tugged at his jeans. 

Before Zhou Yan Zhi could speak, the phone suddenly rang. It was Lin Lusheng calling, asking if he was free tonight, their mutual friend Fang Sijing had returned from abroad. 

“I’m organizing a party to welcome him back, if you don’t come, it won’t be enough,” Lin Lusheng’s tone was always flippant, with a smile at the end of his words. He grew up with Zhou Yan Zhi, and they had been close for so many years. 

Wen Song pursed his lips as soon as he heard the voice, took the insulated bag and held it in his arms, trying to reduce his presence as much as possible, but Zhou Yan Zhi turned to ask him, “Do you want to go together?” 

Wen Song was surprised. 

He had always been afraid to get involved in Zhou Yan Zhi’s social circle, afraid of others’ scrutinizing gazes, and afraid of causing trouble for Zhou Yan Zhi to become a topic of gossip. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head. 

Zhou Yan Zhi was used to his refusal and asked again, “Then I’ll go, okay?” 

Wen Song didn’t understand why Zhou Yan Zhi reported everything to him; he had no right to interfere with Zhou Yan Zhi’s schedule. 

“Of course.” He replied. 

Zhou Yan Zhi then remembered Lin Lusheng who had been left aside, and told him, “Okay, I’ll go tonight.” 

Lin Lusheng on the other end of the phone laughed and couldn’t help but complain, “I told Fang Sijing last night that you’ve become henpecked after getting married, and he didn’t believe me, saying I was exaggerating. I should record this and let him listen.” 

Zhou Yan Zhi didn’t refute. 

Lin Lusheng chatted for a few more sentences before being hung up by Zhou Yan Zhi. Zhou Yan Zhi put down his phone and turned his head to see Wen Song holding the insulated bag in one hand and the other hand already on the door handle, ready to get out of the car at any time. 

“Where are you going?” 

Wen Song blinked, “I… I’ll go upstairs to eat.” 

He thought, he couldn’t eat in Sir’s car, it was soup and water, what if it spilled? 

But Zhou Yan Zhi reached out and took back his insulated bag, “You took everything away, what am I going to eat?” 

“Ah?” 

Wen Song watched helplessly as Zhou Yan Zhi snatched the insulated bag from his arms, took out the large and small insulated boxes, and took out a small table from the back seat, placing it in front of him. 

“Sir hasn’t eaten yet?” Wen Song felt ashamed of his escape from the meal. 

“Not yet.” 

Wen Song buried his head even lower. 

Today’s meal was two bowls of ginseng chicken soup, plum bone-in pork ribs, asparagus stir-fried shrimp, and stir-fried pea sprouts, as well as two bowls of rice. 

The rice was steamed perfectly, each grain crystal clear. 

Zhou Yan Zhi handed the chopsticks to Wen Song. Wen Song took the chopsticks and gave the bowl with more rice to Zhou Yan Zhi, and pushed the plum bone-in pork ribs towards him. 

Zhou Yan Zhi calmly pushed the ribs back. 

Wen Song dared not use his chopsticks, holding them in both hands, praying before the meal, “Sir, thank you for making me meals every day, you must be very tired, it must have taken up your time—”