Chapter 23

The call connected—it was still Fu Jinghan, but now his voice carried a hint of urgency.

“Is Nuannuan still not awake?”

“Young Master, Young Madam just woke up. She’s having her meal now.”

Hearing it was Fu Jinghan, Aunt Zhang asked curiously, “Didn’t Young Madam return your call?”

Fu Jinghan finally relaxed upon hearing that Ji Nuannuan was awake. He coughed lightly to cover up the awkwardness.

“She did. I was just checking in.”

Aunt Zhang looked confused—if she returned the call, then why ask again?

So strange.

But Aunt Zhang was professional and didn’t voice these thoughts.

Meanwhile, Ji Nuannuan had taken advantage of Aunt Zhang answering the phone to quietly sneak back upstairs.

After all, she’d tricked Aunt Zhang. If Aunt Zhang asked questions, how would she explain?

Back in her room, Ji Nuannuan received a message from Fu Jinghan:

{Baby, I miss you.}
{Work’s been hectic today. I’ll be home late tonight. Remember to think of me.}

Reading his message, Ji Nuannuan couldn’t help but smile, her face lighting up.

Although she’d been grumbling about his “excesses” when she first woke up, thinking it over, she realized—it wasn’t all his fault. After all… she had been pretty proactive too…

And it was… really… enjoyable…

As she recalled the scenes in the bathroom, a faint blush crept over her face.

Fu Jinghan didn’t get home until well past midnight.

The woman on the bed was still fast asleep. He walked to her side and gently lifted her nightgown.

In her dreams, Ji Nuannuan felt a cool sensation between her legs—something seemed to be touching her there…

She jolted awake and, by the bedside light, saw that her legs were spread, and Fu Jinghan was crouched beside the bed applying something down there.

The sight made Ji Nuannuan’s face flush red. She quickly closed her legs and shyly said, “Fu Jinghan, don’t…”

Even though he’d seen every inch of her body during those times, being stared at like this was a completely different level of embarrassment.

Seeing her startled, Fu Jinghan stood up. “Did I wake you? Don’t be shy.”

“Just behave and let me apply the medicine, unless…” Fu Jinghan paused, then added in a low, hoarse voice, “You want me to get on top of you again.”

Hearing that, Ji Nuannuan instantly pulled the blanket over her head—and obediently opened her legs.

Fu Jinghan chuckled softly, clearly pleased that his threat worked.

After two nights in a row, he genuinely worried about hurting her.

Even though he applied ointment every time she passed out afterward, there was still some swelling.

Looking at her tenderly, he applied the medicine gently and carefully.

Meanwhile, Ji Nuannuan, hidden under the blanket, felt both hot and cold—cool between her legs, but her face was on fire.

Both of them were clearly holding back.

After applying the ointment, Fu Jinghan tucked her in and headed to the bathroom.

The sound of running water continued well past the time Ji Nuannuan drifted back to sleep.

The next morning.

When Ji Nuannuan woke up, she felt the soreness had eased a lot.

As long as she didn’t run or jump, it barely hurt anymore.

Not seeing Fu Jinghan by her side, she figured it must be late already.

She had previously told Aunt Zhang she wanted to learn how to cook—but only managed to get up early once.

She remembered not turning off the alarm herself, though…

After breakfast, she insisted on learning to cook from Aunt Zhang.

Aunt Zhang couldn’t talk her out of it, so she agreed.

Finally, under Aunt Zhang’s guidance, Ji Nuannuan successfully made a pot of soup.

Knowing how busy Fu Jinghan had been lately, Ji Nuannuan decided to surprise him by delivering the soup herself.

She changed her clothes, and the driver dropped her off in front of the Fu Group building.

This was her first time visiting Fu Jinghan’s workplace.

“Hello, I’m here to see Fu Jinghan,” Ji Nuannuan said politely at the front desk.

The receptionist, a girl about the same age as Ji Nuannuan, was glued to her phone. Hearing the voice, she stood up and responded warmly, “Do you have an appointment with President Fu?”

“No, do I need one?”

Realizing this girl didn’t even know what an appointment was, the receptionist lazily sat back down and resumed playing on her phone.

She had originally thought anyone coming to see President Fu must be some rich person she couldn’t afford to offend.

If a company exec happened to take interest in her—even if it was just for one night—it could be her ticket into high society.

She had applied for this receptionist job at Fu Group just to get close to the legendary Fu Jinghan.

But once she got here, no matter how much she tried to get his attention, Fu Jinghan didn’t spare her a single glance.

That made her conclude: Fu Jinghan probably wasn’t into women.

A sentiment widely shared among lower-level employees—only the top executives knew the truth: their president already had a woman at home.

And that woman actually called him husband.

Back at the desk, the receptionist looked up at Ji Nuannuan—her plain clothes didn’t look branded, and with her ponytail, she resembled a college student.

Her tone turned disdainful: “President Fu isn’t someone just anyone can see. No appointment, no entry.”

Ji Nuannuan felt uncomfortable at the condescending tone.

She had purposely not called Fu Jinghan to give him a surprise, so she explained patiently, “I’m Fu Jinghan’s wife. Can I go in now?”

But she didn’t expect the receptionist to roll her eyes so hard they nearly flipped over.

“I’m also Niu Yun’s wife,” the receptionist scoffed without even looking up.

Realizing she was getting nowhere, Ji Nuannuan didn’t want to waste time.

She placed the soup on the receptionist’s desk and began digging through her bag for her phone to call Fu Jinghan.

“Bang!” The soup was smacked off the desk and spilled all over the floor—and splashed onto Ji Nuannuan’s skirt.

The receptionist sneered as she rolled her eyes, “What kind of junk are you putting on my desk?”

“This is the face of the company. What if a client sees people leaving their crap here? It would ruin our image.”

Clearly, she thought working at Fu Group made her superior to everyone else.

Ji Nuannuan’s effort to stay graceful was completely shattered.

She hadn’t even tasted the soup she worked so hard to make—now it was ruined before Fu Jinghan even saw it!

Looking at the smug receptionist, Ji Nuannuan spoke coldly, “Apologize.”

“What? Apologize?” The receptionist looked at the spilled soup and smirked, not realizing the danger she was in.

“For a bowl of soup? Or that cheap rag of a dress you’re wearing?”

“I’ll pay for the dress. As for the soup…”

She grinned maliciously.

“If you’re that sentimental about it, why don’t you get down there and lick it up?”