“I just started at a new company recently, and it’s been a bit busy. I’ll bring some things over in a few days.” 

“Don’t buy anything for that Qin woman. I gave her a 500 kuai red envelope last month to take Pengpeng out for sunbathing every afternoon. The moment I left, she was by Pengpeng’s bed saying, ‘Think again, I’m just a caregiver at a public welfare institution, not a private nanny.’” 

Wen Song’s eyes dimmed. 

“Don’t think about it. Just go see him. We have to go on with our lives,” Qiao Fan’s tone lightened. He asked, “Are you nervous about starting work at Zhou Yan Zhi’s company tomorrow?” 

“Very nervous.” 

“Such a wimp,” Qiao Fan scoffed. “What if you two go home together one day and get caught? Then everyone will know that the seconded intern is the CEO’s wife——” 

Wen Song’s face flushed instantly. 

After a long silence, he buried half his face in the pillow and mumbled, “It won’t happen. I won’t let anyone know.” 

Wen Song had a wonderful dream all night. 

In his dream, his husband was lying beside him. Hearing him complain about morning sickness, his husband opened his arms, hugging him like a child, one arm around his waist, the other patting his back, softly soothing him and helping him fall asleep. 

The dream was too tender. The air was filled with Zhou Yan Zhi’s pinewood-scented pheromones. His heart fluttered, his whole body light and airy, as he snuggled and played in his husband’s arms. 

After a long time, he vaguely heard a ringing sound. 

Like a piercing noise, it annoyed him. 

Wen Song pulled the pillow over his ears. 

After a moment of quiet, the ringing sounded again, and he burrowed deeper into the covers. 

This time he wouldn’t hear it, he thought triumphantly. 

But after a while, a hand suddenly patted his shoulder through the blanket. He rolled over to avoid it, but the hand followed, patting his head through the blanket. 

His beautiful dream was ruined! 

Heaven knows he hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since he got pregnant! 

He poked his round head out from under the covers and said angrily, “Annoying! Don’t disturb my dream!” 

After venting, he turned over to go back to sleep. 

In a hazy state, he heard a soft chuckle. 

Such a familiar voice. 

It didn’t sound like a dream? 

Wen Song’s heart skipped a beat. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw Zhou Yan Zhi standing by the bed. 

Zhou Yan Zhi was dressed in a refined and neat shirt and trousers, without a tie, his collar slightly open. His gaze swept over Wen Song’s tender belly peeking out from under his pajamas, and he smiled faintly, “Quite a temper for a sleepyhead.” 

Wen Song froze, blinking his eyes. 

“Eight twenty-five,” Zhou Yan Zhi tapped his wristwatch. “You’ll be late if you don’t get up.” 

Wen Song immediately sat up, but he wasn’t fully awake yet. With messy hair, disheveled pajamas, and a half-fallen inhibitor patch on his neck, he stared blankly at Zhou Yan Zhi. 

“Go wash up,” Zhou Yan Zhi said again. 

Wen Song snapped back to reality and quickly got out of bed. In his haste, he put his slippers on the wrong feet. Zhou Yan Zhi bent down to help him, but Wen Song stopped him, “No, no, I can do it myself, thank you, sir.” 

The two were very close. Zhou Yan Zhi smelled the strong lily-of-the-valley scent and paused slightly, his fingertips retracting. 

Wen Song lowered his head and fled to the bathroom. 

Zhou Yan Zhi shouldn’t have entered the omega’s bedroom without permission, but he heard Wen Song’s alarm go off twice from the next room, and as time ticked by, Wen Song showed no signs of waking up. 

He could have let him sleep and asked the technical department to postpone the handover, but Wen Song was always punctual, never late or early, and it was his first day of internship, a significant day. Zhou Yan Zhi thought for a moment and decided to wake him up. 

When he entered, he saw a lump under the covers. 

He remembered that morning, Wen Song had been like this, curled up in the blanket, huddled into a ball. But that day, Wen Song was covered in red marks, and there were still teeth marks from the temporary mark on his neck. Zhou Yan Zhi touched him, and he trembled. 

Thinking of that scene, Zhou Yan Zhi’s eyes darkened. 

Turning around, he saw the strong inhibitor and painkillers on the bedside table. His expression worsened. He picked up the painkillers and saw that they were labeled “Pregnancy-Specific Analgesics.” Still not completely reassured, he took a picture with his phone. His gaze swept over to the side, where there were two shriveled pieces of ginger, their purpose unknown. 

He took a picture and sent it to a friend. 

Wen Song washed up quickly and came out to change clothes. Zhou Yan Zhi went downstairs to have the maid heat up some milk. 

At eight thirty-three, Wen Song sat down at the dining table, holding a sandwich in one hand and a milk cup in the other, taking large bites from both, almost choking. The maid frowned, “Eat slower, slower, a few minutes late doesn’t matter.” 

Zhou Yan Zhi watched him without saying anything, tapping his phone. 

Wen Song hurried and rushed, getting into Master Huang’s car at eight thirty-seven. Zhou Yan Zhi stood at the gate, and Wen Song leaned against the car window, waving obediently, “Goodbye, sir.” 

Zhou Yan Zhi nodded at him. 

As soon as the car window closed, Wen Song changed his expression, turning around and anxiously looking at Master Huang, pleading, “Master Huang, can you please hurry? I’m going to be late.” 

Master Huang laughed heartily, “Alright.” 

Finally, at eight fifty-eight, he arrived at Yuntu. 

Wen Song thanked Master Huang repeatedly and rushed out, Master Huang shouting from behind, “Be careful, watch your step, don’t fall!” 

Just as he reached the elevator entrance, someone patted him on the shoulder. He turned around and saw Xie Baiyu. 

Xie Baiyu was wearing a maroon and light gray tracksuit, with headphones on, winking at him. 

“What a coincidence, you’re also right on time.” 

Wen Song smiled shyly, “Good morning, senior. I… I’m usually not late, I don’t know why I didn’t hear the alarm today.” 

“It’s okay, we’ll just deduct some attendance bonus.” 

Wen Song thought: I can’t have my attendance bonus deducted, I can’t lose a single cent. 

Many people arrived right on time, rushing in at the last minute. Five elevators were operating simultaneously. While waiting, Wen Song pretended to look around casually. 

The Yuntu building was newly built a few years ago, with twenty-five floors, brand new inside and out, with a spacious and bright atrium, and greenery everywhere. Sunlight poured down from the skylights, making the entire office building less oppressive and the space more expansive. 

Perhaps with Zhou Yan Zhi’s filter, Wen Song thought everything was beautiful. Yuntu was his dream company. 

One of the elevators suddenly opened, the crowd surging, becoming more and more crowded. Wen Song felt a little suffocated. He glanced at the far end and saw an empty elevator. Just as he was about to go over, Xie Baiyu stopped him, “That’s not the one we’re taking.” 

Xie Baiyu pointed to the metal lettering on the elevator. 

—CEO’s Private Elevator. 

Wen Song was surprised, then deeply disappointed. 

So Zhou Yan Zhi didn’t take the regular elevator. 

He thought he might have a chance to run into him in the elevator. He had thought before going to bed last night that if he met Zhou Yan Zhi in the elevator, how he would greet him, but he had thought too much. 

If not in the elevator, Zhou Yan Zhi didn’t eat in the company cafeteria. He was a small, seconded employee in the technical department, and he might not even see his manager every day, let alone the CEO? 

He sighed inwardly, then was pushed into the elevator by Xie Baiyu, “Junior, come in.” 

Wen Song looked at the time; it was already nine o’clock. 

Xie Baiyu comforted him, “It’s okay, the group just sent a notice saying the handover time has been changed to nine thirty, let’s go to the 17th-floor meeting room to wait for them first.” 

“Ah?” 

“Didn’t you see it? The notice was sent half an hour ago.” 

“I… That’s good.” Wen Song breathed a sigh of relief. 

“If I had known, I would have slept for another twenty minutes.” Xie Baiyu adjusted his hair against the elevator wall. 

He had two streaks of yellow hair, looking very unruly. Seeing Wen Song’s curious gaze, he asked, “What’s wrong?” 

Wen Song whispered, “Senior, you don’t look like a programmer at all, you look like a model on an outdoor billboard in this outfit.” 

“I don’t think you look like a programmer either.” 

Wen Song was stunned, “Then what do I look like?” 

Xie Baiyu imitated his tone, “Like a high school student rushing to school with a backpack on the street.” 

Wen Song chuckled, showing his dimples. 

They met Yu Zhengfan in the meeting room. Soon, the people in charge took them to the office. It wasn’t a shared cubicle, but a twenty-odd-square-meter office with a door, floor-to-ceiling windows, a humidifier, and an air purifier. The desks, chairs, and computers were fully equipped, and there were also folding nap chairs and a plush blanket. 

Xie Baiyu looked around, “Hiss,” he said, “Something’s not right.” 

“What’s wrong?” Wen Song asked. 

“The conditions are too good. Although I know Yuntu’s treatment is good, but is it this good for seconded employees? It’s as unbelievable as Yuntu finding us to cooperate.” 

“Why is it unbelievable that they’d cooperate with us?” 

“Large companies have their long-term partners. I remember Yuntu’s long-term outsourcing partner is Zhong Lv, right, Lao Yu?” 

Yu Zhengfan put his bag on the table and nodded. 

“Zhong Lv is large-scale, and its boss has a personal relationship with Zhou Yan Zhi of Yuntu. Basically, all the projects are contracted by Zhong Lv, and we don’t get a chance. But this time, Yuntu took the initiative to find us. The manager initially thought it was a scam call.” 

Hearing Zhou Yan Zhi’s name unexpectedly, Wen Song’s heart skipped a beat. He remembered Qiao Fan’s words from last night— 

[Seconded to Yuntu, that’s too much of a coincidence. Could it be that he arranged it?] 

Impossible… 

This thought was immediately dismissed by Wen Song. It was too self-righteous. As he said, his husband wouldn’t arrange this for him, unless the stars fell from the sky. 

The project director came to discuss the details with Yu Zhengfan, database migration, not too complicated. After signing the confidentiality agreement, they could start discussing the migration plan. 

Yu Zhengfan was a practical person, and he had prepared the draft plan before coming. The director assigned an engineer to discuss it with him page by page. Wen Song asked Yu Zhengfan for the Word version, took his laptop, listened and took notes, his expression serious, his fingers tapping rapidly.