Fu Zhiyuan’s assistant parked the car in front of Shen Nanxing and quickly got out to open the door for him. “Mr. Shen, President Fu asked me to come pick you up.” Shen Nanxing nodded slightly, “Thank you for the trouble.”

The assistant was here to take him to Fu Zhiyuan’s company. Since their relationship had been approved by both families, Fu Zhiyuan no longer kept it a secret and practically wanted to announce to everyone that he was in a relationship. The other day, when they went to the study, Shen Nanxing had no idea what Fu Zhiyuan and his father had discussed, but it took over two or three hours. Afterward, Father Shen seemed to have been enchanted by Fu Zhiyuan’s words, completely changing his attitude toward him, as if he were a future son-in-law he was growing more and more fond of.

And it didn’t stop there. That night, Father Shen invited both Fu Zhiyuan and his father to stay for dinner, saying it was to discuss the engagement. At the dinner table, the happiest person was Fu Zhiyuan’s father, who had a few more drinks than usual. The most displeased person was Shen Chuanqiong, who went to the company only to return home to find that he was the only one opposed to the engagement. He ate dinner with a black face, but his objections were in vain. Both Shen and Fu families had already decided on the engagement between Shen Nanxing and Fu Zhiyuan.

Shen Nanxing was curious about what Fu Zhiyuan had promised Father Shen that made him relent so quickly. Every time he asked, Fu Zhiyuan would never answer directly, which puzzled him.

In the meantime, the assistant had already driven into the underground parking garage of the Fu Group building. “Mr. Shen, we’ve arrived.” The assistant parked the car and opened the door for him. “Alright.”

Soon, they took the elevator to the 27th floor. Recently, Shen Nanxing had frequently visited, and the employees, who were initially shocked to see Fu Zhiyuan and Shen Nanxing holding hands, had now grown used to it. They also discovered a “secret”: whenever Shen Nanxing was present, Fu Zhiyuan always had a smile on his face while working, and he left the office more eagerly than anyone else. Furthermore, the employees no longer had to worry about being scolded. In their minds, Shen Nanxing was undoubtedly the future “boss lady.” They all agreed: if the boss lady was happy, then the boss would be happy, and if the boss was happy, their lives would be easier. So, everyone hoped Shen Nanxing would visit the company every day to “check on” the CEO.

Sure enough, as soon as Shen Nanxing stepped into Fu Zhiyuan’s office, the employees started cheering, “Another day we can leave on time, oh yeah!”

Shen Nanxing had just entered when he saw Han Zhao walking out of a small meeting room, his face filled with anger as if he had been arguing with someone. When he passed Shen Nanxing, he let out a cold snort. This left Shen Nanxing confused. It was strange; he hadn’t done anything to provoke him. Could it be that Fu Zhiyuan had had a fight with Han Zhao, and Han Zhao was now taking his frustration out on him? Tsk, what a petty man…

Just as Shen Nanxing was about to ask Fu Zhiyuan about it, another person came out. This time it was Xu Yuan, and his expression also seemed a bit off. “Xu Yuan, what’s going on?” Shen Nanxing asked in surprise.

Xu Yuan nodded at him, “Nanxing, long time no see.”

Shen Nanxing replied, “Long time no see.” So, he had argued with Han Zhao? Then where was Fu Zhiyuan? Shen Nanxing peeked inside, curious to find out what had happened.

His curiosity made Xu Yuan laugh, “Cough, Nanxing, President Fu is inside. You can just go in directly.”

Shen Nanxing, caught, felt a bit embarrassed. “I was just curious. By the way, what are you doing here?”

Xu Yuan forced a smile and shook his head. “Nanxing, I have something to do. Let’s catch up next time.”

“Okay,” Shen Nanxing replied, sensing that Xu Yuan didn’t want to talk about it, so he didn’t push further. However, it made him even more curious about what had happened earlier.

As soon as he stepped into the meeting room, two strong arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him into a warm embrace. Shen Nanxing looked up, giving Fu Zhiyuan an annoyed glare, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Fu Zhiyuan tightened his arms around Shen Nanxing, lazily resting his chin on top of his head, his voice full of affection. “Wife, I was just waiting for you.”

Shen Nanxing: “…”

“What were you two talking about just now?” He leaned against Fu Zhiyuan’s chest, looking at him with curiosity.

“Nothing, don’t worry about them. Wife, why don’t you care more about me?” Fu Zhiyuan’s voice carried a hint of complaint.

“The papers are all over the floor, and you’re telling me it’s nothing?” Shen Nanxing pointed at the scattered documents on the floor, looking at him suspiciously. It was like this, and he was still saying it was nothing—was he waiting for the roof of the Fu Group building to be torn off before calling it something?

Fu Zhiyuan reached out and poked his cheek, helplessly explaining, “Wife, they’re just a young couple having a little quarrel, throwing some things around. It’s not a big deal. If you’re so concerned about them, I might get jealous.” He still felt a bit jealous about the time Shen Nanxing had worked with Xu Yuan for a magazine shoot.

Fu Zhiyuan calmly dropped a big bomb. Shen Nanxing almost dropped his jaw in shock. Xu Yuan and Han Zhao were a couple?? “When did this happen? Why didn’t I know about it?” These two seemed like completely unrelated parallel lines!

Fu Zhiyuan affectionately brushed his nose. “Alright, stop being curious about their business.” He didn’t like Shen Nanxing’s attention being diverted to others. It made him feel like he was being ignored.

Just as Shen Nanxing was about to ask why, Fu Zhiyuan silenced him with a kiss. Their lips met, and the air between them was stolen away. A faint blush crept up Shen Nanxing’s cheeks. He passively endured the kiss, instinctively closing his eyes. Fu Zhiyuan kissed and nipped at his lips, and just when Shen Nanxing thought he might suffocate from the kiss, Fu Zhiyuan mercifully released him.

However, it wasn’t over. Fu Zhiyuan shifted, and his warm kiss landed on Shen Nanxing’s neck. Slowly moving downward, the soft touch lingered on his collarbone. Shen Nanxing’s collarbone was delicate and beautiful, and Fu Zhiyuan’s burning gaze stayed there, a hint of desire flashing in his eyes. He buried his face in Shen Nanxing’s collarbone, kissing and nibbling for a long time, until red marks bloomed on his fair skin. Only then did Fu Zhiyuan satisfyingly stop.

“Wife, you smell so good.” Fu Zhiyuan affectionately nuzzled Shen Nanxing’s neck.

Shen Nanxing shoved him away, still fuming, “Fu Zhiyuan, are you a dog?” He kissed, licked, and nipped at him like this—Shen Nanxing seriously suspected he was possessed by a dog.