Inside the master bedroom, Wen Yang took a deep breath, her eyes misty with moisture. She met his gaze, bit down on her lip, and Fu Xingzhou kissed her. Her arms trembled, a thin sheen of sweat forming on her skin.
Seeing her trembling, Fu Xingzhou finally rolled over and leaned down to kiss her again.
At that moment, Wen Yang dug her nails hard into Fu Xingzhou’s shoulder.
A moment of silence.
After another round of gentle kisses, Fu Xingzhou carried her off the bed and headed toward the bathroom. Along with them, a light-colored air conditioner blanket was dragged along the floor, winding behind them like a path paved with flowers.
Twenty minutes later.
Wen Yang lay on the bed, a little sleepy and feeling lazy.
Fu Xingzhou came in carrying a glass of water, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently rubbed her hair. Wen Yang let out a few sleepy hums, propped herself up to drink the water, and emptied it in just a few sips. Fu Xingzhou softly asked, “Want more?”
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She nestled closer against his neck, resting lazily, and softly said, “Go ahead, then. I’ll spend some time with Yu Qing anyway.”
Fu Xingzhou lifted her chin again to meet her eyes.
Wen Yang looked up and blinked. A few seconds later, he lowered his head and kissed her once more.
All the silent reluctance was expressed through the kiss. Wen Yang had been a bit tired, but perhaps some of that reluctance had rubbed off on her too—and the two became entwined once again.
The next morning.
Wen Yang was awakened by a noise — sounded like the robot vacuum malfunctioning. Still drowsy, she instinctively burrowed into Fu Xingzhou’s arms. He held her and soothed her gently, then picked up his phone and contacted the housekeeper.
The housekeeper quickly replied: Sorry, Mr. Fu. I’ve taken it away. It seemed broken and kept trying to go into the master bedroom.
Fu Xingzhou typed: Send it to the repair room downstairs.
Housekeeper: Will do. By the way, breakfast is ready and kept warm in the kitchen.
Fu Xingzhou replied with a quick Okay, and added, Thank you for your hard work.
But looking at Wen Yang curled up like this, there was no way she’d wake up that early. After putting down his phone, he adjusted the woman in his arms and kissed her forehead. Wen Yang, nestled against his neck, soon fell asleep again.
Mainly because last night had drained her so much.
Fu Xingzhou lay beside her for a bit longer. Once he was sure she was sound asleep, he got up.
By his usual schedule, this was already considered late.
Wen Yang had overslept again. When she finally woke up, she reached for her phone — it was already around 10:30 a.m. She widened her eyes. “That late already?!” She jumped out of bed, quickly washed up, and changed clothes.
Among the new clothes he’d bought for her, there was a shirt-style top and a fitted skirt. Wen Yang tied up her hair, and before she realized it, her hair ties and clips were already scattered on the nightstand.
What had once been a place where Fu Xingzhou only occasionally stayed overnight was slowly starting to show traces of Wen Yang.
Wen Yang opened the door and stepped out. The first thing she saw was Fu Xingzhou in a white dress shirt, sitting on the sofa wearing Bluetooth earphones, in the middle of a conversation. Sensing her presence, he turned his head to look.
Wen Yang smiled with her eyes and silently mouthed: “Morning.”
Fu Xingzhou’s lips curved into a faint smile. He picked up his phone and texted her.
Fu Xingzhou: There’s breakfast in the kitchen.
Wen Yang: Got it 😜
She put away her phone and headed to the kitchen, not glancing at his laptop—he was in a video conference. On the other end of the call, the senior executives in Hong Kong saw a figure walk past from the hallway to the dining area. That figure wore a shirt dress and had her hair in a bun. Even from behind, they could tell she was a beautiful young woman.
The executives thought to themselves, “No wonder President Fu has been spending more time in Nancheng lately.”
He’s in love.
How delightful. Truly a joyous occasion.
That morning, the housekeeper had prepared a generous breakfast. Wen Yang munched on corn and drank some bird’s nest porridge as she sent him a message:
Wen Yang: Have you eaten?
Fu Xingzhou, replying while still in the meeting: I have.
Wen Yang: Oh.
Fu Xingzhou: I’ll take you to the studio after you eat.
Wen Yang: Auntie still cooked too much.
Fu Xingzhou: Pack it up like yesterday.
Wen Yang: Okay.
After she finished eating, she packed the untouched leftovers into an insulated container and placed it in a shopping bag. From the dining room, she glanced at him—he was still talking, very focused. Occasionally, he would adjust his cufflinks. Unlike some men who would casually unbutton their collars, Fu Xingzhou usually kept his shirt buttoned all the way up, leaving only the last button undone.
Wen Yang slouched lazily, feeling a little bored, and picked up her phone. Coincidentally, a financial news push notification popped up.
Usually, Wen Yang didn’t bother reading these—she didn’t understand them anyway. But this one was about Kaixin and was disclosing some information about their first-quarter performance. Wen Yang had a favorable impression of Kaixin, so she clicked in out of curiosity.
There were a ton of figures she couldn’t make sense of, so, feeling idle, she searched the company online.
And then—
She found out that Fu Xingzhou was the actual controlling shareholder of the company.
Wen Yang froze.
She looked toward the small sitting area. Fu Xingzhou had just ended the video call, removed his earphones, closed the laptop, and was walking toward her.
Wen Yang stared at his tall figure and said, “You invested in Yiyan?”
Hearing this, Fu Xingzhou took her hand, picked up the insulated container she had packed, and responded with a calm “Mm.” Then he said, “To increase your shares in Yiyan.”
Wen Yang didn’t even know what to say.
How can this man be so good to me…
She hooked her arm through his, staring at him. “And you didn’t even tell me.”
Fu Xingzhou grabbed the car keys and glanced at her. “You were going to find out sooner or later.”
Wen Yang sighed, “Fine.”
After a pause, she looked at him again and asked, “You must’ve done some background checks or due diligence before investing, right? Is Yiyan really worth investing in?”
Fu Xingzhou opened the car door, placed her things inside, stood up straight, and looked down at her. “Yiyan makes up only a very small portion of my overall investments. You don’t need to worry.”
Wen Yang let out a sigh of relief.
Fu Xingzhou tapped the tip of her nose. “What matters most is that Yiyan means a lot to you.”
Wen Yang’s heart skipped a beat.
She lifted her arms and hugged him.
Fu Xingzhou chuckled softly and wrapped an arm around her waist. He leaned in and asked, “How did you find out? Did someone from Yiyan tell you?”
Wen Yang shook her head. “I looked it up on Tianyancha.”
Fu Xingzhou raised his eyebrows slightly. “The data was just updated recently—so now it shows my controlling stake, right?”
Wen Yang nodded. “Ah, yeah, that must be it.”
“Mm.”
The two embraced for a while before getting into the car. The studio was located in a fairly central area. As soon as they drove out, they ran into heavy traffic due to a comic convention. The roads were suddenly jammed with crowds of cosplayers, models, and students all heading toward the exhibition center.
Wen Yang leaned forward for a better look. “There are so many people.”
Fu Xingzhou eased off the gas, giving her time to observe.
Wen Yang noticed several girls cosplaying as the Curved Blade Lady and smiled.
Fu Xingzhou noticed her gaze and softly asked, “Do you like that character?”
Wen Yang looked back at him and said, “She’s alright. I used to play her a lot. She looks pretty cool in real life too.”
She asked, “Do you play games?”
Fu Xingzhou glanced at her. “When I’m not busy, I’ve played a bit.”
“Which one? Rogue Squad?”
Fu Xingzhou replied, “Played it a few times.”
“Which character do you use?”
Seeing her excitement, Fu Xingzhou smiled and answered, “Shura.”
Wen Yang gasped. “My archenemy!”
Fu Xingzhou chuckled.
Meanwhile, in the car beside them—also stuck in traffic—Cheng Yanyu checked his watch, visibly impatient. On the passenger seat, Li Man scrolled her phone and muttered, “How long is this going to be? Stuck in traffic first thing in the morning. The traffic control here is awful.”
Cheng Yanyu replied, “It’ll clear up soon.”
He tapped the steering wheel absentmindedly and glanced to the side—only to see a black Porsche next to them.
In the passenger seat sat Wen Yang, smiling and talking to Fu Xingzhou.
Cheng Yanyu froze.
Fu Xingzhou reached out and ruffled Wen Yang’s hair with a gentle expression. But the moment he looked up, he locked eyes with Cheng Yanyu, who was staring from the car beside them.
The two men’s gazes met in midair.
Fu Xingzhou’s expression remained indifferent. He rolled up the car window, blocking all views from the outside—especially from Cheng Yanyu.
Cheng Yanyu stared at the black Porsche with its windows now shut, catching only a glimpse of the light-colored hair clip on the back of Wen Yang’s head.
The black Porsche slowly drove forward.
The car no longer had a Hong Kong license plate—it was registered in Nancheng.
Li Man looked up from her phone and saw the license plate number of the Porsche in front. It was an especially attractive combination of digits, worth no less than a million yuan. She recalled Fu Xingzhou’s license plates—they were never cheap.
This Porsche’s plate was another expensive one.
By the time they arrived at the studio, it was already 11:30 AM—half the morning was gone. The traffic jam had been brutal. Wen Yang stretched lazily, then dropped her arms. Fu Xingzhou held her by the waist, leaned down, and kissed her. “See you in a week.”
Wen Yang’s lips were slightly flushed, her eyes a little reluctant. “Mm, I’ll be waiting for you to come back.”
–
After watching the black car drive off, Wen Yang went upstairs. Yu Qing was in the middle of receiving a client and looked like she hadn’t had enough sleep. Wen Yang took the food she had packed and shared it out. Seeing Yu Qing rubbing her face tiredly, she smiled and stepped forward to help her deal with the client. Seeing two beautiful designers both taking interest in his needs, the client felt quite honored.
He gave his requirements very readily and, in the end, even asked Wen Yang, “How long have you been in this line of work?”
Wen Yang smiled. “About two years.”
She had prepared a set response for these questions. To be convincing, she always said the first two years she worked as a design assistant. Most clients believed it. He nodded and said, “Only two years, still so young.”
Wen Yang smiled again and agreed.
After some small talk and seeing the client off, Yu Qing flopped onto the sofa, pulled a cushion over her face, and groaned, “I’m so tired I could die.”
Wen Yang sat down beside her and tugged the cushion away. “Did you eat breakfast?”
“Nope. But I’m not hungry either. I’ll probably just order some noodles later. I want something soupy.”
Wen Yang said, “I’ll order for you later. What time did you sleep last night?”
Yu Qing moved the cushion and glanced at her. “Five a.m.”
Wen Yang: “…Wow. Did you finish the draft?”
Yu Qing grinned and nodded. “Yep, all done.”
Wen Yang let out a breath of relief.
Yu Qing pinched Wen Yang’s cheek. “Why’d you come in so late today?”
Wen Yang pulled her up and said, “Traffic. Also, I wanted to discuss something with you.”
Yu Qing sat up straighter. “What is it?”
Wen Yang told her about the client from yesterday, saying she wanted to return the deposit and gave her reasoning.
Yu Qing was stunned for a second.
Then she said, “Damn, why didn’t I think of that?”
Wen Yang said, “That’s why I’m discussing it with you. If you agree, we’ll go ahead with it.”
Yu Qing nodded. “Of course. Annoying clients like that are a waste of time. Honestly, no wonder Fu Xingzhou thought of it—if he hadn’t said anything, I would’ve never come up with it.”
“You know, back when we worked with Liu Yu, returning deposits was strictly forbidden. Once a client paid, even if it killed us, we had to finish the design. Our mindset was that the customer is always king. But truthfully, if we want to be excellent, we do need to screen our clients. Otherwise, with just a few people in our studio, we’ll burn out sooner or later.”
Wen Yang said, “Exactly my thinking. If you’re on board, I’ll contact the client.”
“Go for it.”
Wen Yang paused, then added, “But we should still refine this policy, because in the future we’ll be dealing with more clients—and more designers too.”
Yu Qing nodded. “Definitely. And if you’re unsure, just ask your boyfriend.”
She winked playfully.
Wen Yang’s ears turned red, and she gave her a little push.
That afternoon, Fu Xingzhou arrived in Hong Kong and messaged Wen Yang. She had already handled the issue with the client. Interestingly, when she told the client she wanted to return the deposit, the client suddenly said he’d think about it and would give a full brief tomorrow. In the end, the deposit wasn’t returned—they just gave him an extra day.
It was classic: when she was weak, he was strong; when she was strong, he backed down.
Fu Xingzhou heard how it went and replied: Not bad.
Wen Yang replied with a message: (stretching lazily)
Fu Xingzhou chuckled on his end.
–
The Nancheng comic convention lasted for three days and was lively and bustling. Bus stops, subway stations, even the restaurant below Wen Yang’s apartment regularly saw cosplaying students coming in.
There were even two students dressed as monsters who got stuck at the entrance of the Thai restaurant downstairs. In the end, several staff came out and helped push them in, and the students finally got to enjoy lunch.
Wen Yang and Yu Qing saw the pictures in the food delivery group chat and laughed hysterically.
On the third day, just before the convention ended—
A piece of news broke: There had been a stampede at the convention.
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