Before they even reached the elevator, Fu Zhiyuan couldn’t wait to appear. He walked over and naturally put his arm around Shen Nanxing’s shoulder. “Xingbao, what did you bring me?”

“All of it is for you.” Shen Nanxing signaled him to look behind. Fu Zhiyuan followed his gaze but quickly withdrew his attention, speaking affectionately, “Thank you, Xingbao.”

Shen Nanxing was surprised by Fu Zhiyuan’s reaction. He had wanted to see Fu Zhiyuan’s disappointed reaction when he realized there were no special treats, but it turned out to be so calm, almost as if Fu Zhiyuan wouldn’t get mad no matter what he did. Was Fu Zhiyuan’s mood really this stable now? Wasn’t this the same person who was obsessive a few days ago, not wanting to break up?

What Shen Nanxing didn’t know was that Fu Zhiyuan was actually extremely happy inside and wanted to show off. His wife personally delivered food to him, showing her concern—wasn’t that love? Fu Zhiyuan intentionally walked with Shen Nanxing down the hallway by the staff-only offices, subtly showing off.

However, the assistant, who had seen through the whole thing, was rolling his eyes. He had been told to keep things low-key, but now they were walking past the employee offices like this, causing quite the stir. As expected, men were all liars, claiming they’d be the obedient underground lovers, but it was all lies. Poor Shen Nanxing, who was being charmed and twisted around by this scheming older man.

Once they entered the president’s office, the assistant was immediately sent away. Fu Zhiyuan looked at the wide variety of food on the desk, his grin nearly reaching his ears. This wasn’t just food, it was his wife’s full love—so touching!

Shen Nanxing saw that Fu Zhiyuan wasn’t moving and, pretending to be upset, asked, “What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?”

If Fu Zhiyuan dared to say anything negative, Shen Nanxing was ready to dump the fried chicken on his head. Fu Zhiyuan chuckled softly and said, “Anything Xingbao buys, I love it.”

“I’ve told you so many times—don’t call me ‘wife’!” Shen Nanxing corrected him again.

Fu Zhiyuan, knowing his place, ate a piece of chicken and praised it, “What Xingbao buys is always delicious.”

This was Fu Zhiyuan’s first time trying these snacks, and he found it rather interesting. The taste was great. Shen Nanxing, unaware that the topic had shifted, responded proudly, “Of course! You don’t see who picked these.”

He had spent hours crafting a food guide, and of course, the taste would be excellent! The office soon filled with the mixed scents of various foods, the aroma wafting into the hallway. The assistant, forced out of the office, passed by the employee office area and, just as expected, the gossip began.

“Wow! Did you see that? Fu Zhiyuan’s usual ice-cold face actually smiled!”

“Right?”

“Fu Zhiyuan and Mr. Shen look so good together! Cold CEO X catboy, I’m shipping them hard.”

“+1, such a good-looking couple!”

“This is the kind of thing we should be seeing at work every day.”

Several female employees in the office were discussing it excitedly, eager to rush into the president’s office to fangirl in person. The assistant stayed for a few more minutes, overhearing most of the discussion. Everyone seemed to be supporting Fu Zhiyuan and Shen Nanxing’s relationship.

As he thought about his lonely and tool-like existence, and the bonus he had lost last time, he couldn’t help but silently cry. It seemed that not everyone’s happiness was the same. He decided to stick to Shen Nanxing, because as the saying goes: “If you make the boss lady happy, the boss will be happy, and then your life will improve too.”

After Fu Zhiyuan tasted all the food, Shen Nanxing sprawled out on the sofa, playing games. Shen Nanxing had to admit that his and the original owner’s taste in games was quite similar. They both liked playing tower-pushing games. But Fu Zhiyuan preferred playing jungle, while the original owner often played support. Jungle was great, you could snatch some gold, get a few kills, and still pretend to support.

Fu Zhiyuan watched as Shen Nanxing lazily lay on the sofa, his fingers flying across the screen, occasionally muttering some harmless curses. His affection for Shen Nanxing deepened. “How is my wife so cute?”

At that moment, Fu Zhiyuan completely lost interest in reading files at the office.

“Xingbao, is the game fun?” Fu Zhiyuan put down his work, stood up, and walked over to the sofa. He crouched down in front of Shen Nanxing, looking at him with deep, penetrating eyes.

Shen Nanxing had just finished a game and nonchalantly replied, “Of course it’s fun.” It was exhilarating, casually slaughtering enemies in the game—nothing could be more satisfying. Fu Zhiyuan chuckled softly and took the opportunity to ruffle his hair. His voice was deep and magnetic as he said, “Am I really that unattractive? You don’t even look at me.”

Only then did Shen Nanxing raise his head, and what he saw was startling. Fu Zhiyuan had seemingly undone his tie and a few buttons of his shirt, revealing his sexy collarbone. His striking features and intense, sharp eyes, combined with his relaxed yet elegant posture, gave off a unique charm, blending restraint and mystery. And then, he gazed at Shen Nanxing with such intense affection. How could Shen Nanxing resist? He seriously suspected Fu Zhiyuan was trying to seduce him!

Shen Nanxing quickly averted his gaze, awkwardly coughing, “Aren’t you cold in this weather?” He would not be tempted by the allure of a handsome man—he had to be reserved! Shen Nanxing, you must remain composed!

Fu Zhiyuan hadn’t expected Shen Nanxing to be so oblivious to his advances. His expression stiffened slightly. However, when he caught sight of the faint blush at Shen Nanxing’s ears, a smile crept onto his lips. “I’m not cold. Actually, I’m quite hot. Want to see for yourself?” Fu Zhiyuan’s voice had a teasing tone. Before Shen Nanxing could respond, Fu Zhiyuan took his hand and gently placed it on his abdomen.

Under his shirt, Shen Nanxing could feel the firm, defined muscles, and instinctively pressed lightly, only to quickly retract his hand as though shocked by an electric current. His voice was flustered, “What are you doing? I’m a serious person—don’t try to seduce me with your abs!”

If it weren’t for the fact that Shen Nanxing couldn’t tear his eyes away from Fu Zhiyuan’s abs, Fu Zhiyuan might have almost believed his words. He lightly cleared his throat, his tone softening with affection. “Xingbao, you’re my boyfriend. If I don’t let you touch, who else would I let?”

Shen Nanxing reluctantly placed his hand on Fu Zhiyuan’s abs, silently scolding himself in his heart: Shen Nanxing, you have no self-control! How could you be so entranced by a mere eight-pack? But, to be honest, the sensation felt really good!

Fu Zhiyuan’s eyes flashed with a victorious smile. “Xingbao, have you had enough? How does it feel?” Shen Nanxing nodded repeatedly, a little reluctant to pull his hand back. Before he could even lament, Fu Zhiyuan’s figure slowly closed in. With a teasing remark, “Then, is it too much to ask for a little reward?” a domineering and passionate kiss landed on his soft lips.