The little rose is so sweet and alluring, even the aloof CEO can't resist!

Yan Zhixu couldn't help but laugh at her and reached out his hand to her.

Liang Liangwei placed her hand in the man's large hand and was led to sit down beside him.

Yan Zhixu shook the document in his hand lightly and said, "I was originally going to go to sleep, but this new project is very important. We have to have a meeting to discuss it at 3 pm. Before that, I have to go through all the proposals submitted by the department, otherwise I will be in a very passive position at the meeting."

He turned to look at her, his eyes full of survival instinct: "It wasn't on purpose that I was forcing myself to be strong."

Liang Liangwei suppressed a laugh and bit her lower lip, saying, "Assistant Xu said you were yawning just now."

Yan Zhixu paused for a moment, then glanced at her watch and said, "I'll try to finish reading the plan before 2:30, and then I'll go to sleep for a while. Is that okay?"

He's already being so "self-aware," what else can she say?

Do you have a refrigerator here?

Yan Zhixu: "There are some in the lounge."

Liang Liangwei got up, carried the pastries into the lounge, found the refrigerator inside, and opened the door.

There wasn't much in the refrigerator: a few portions of fresh fruit and a few bottles of fresh milk, which he probably used to make lattes.

She placed the pastries in an empty spot, grabbed a bottle of milk for herself, closed the refrigerator door, and left the lounge.

"I put it in your fridge, don't forget to eat it."

Yan Zhixu replied softly, "Okay."

Liang Liangwei opened the milk cap and walked towards him while drinking it.

"This fresh milk tastes pretty good."

Yan Zhixu: "The old house ordered it, and it's air-freighted over every morning. If you like, I'll have them deliver another batch to your home regularly, so you can drink it whenever you want."

Liang Liangwei sat on the single sofa and nodded, saying, "That way, Aunt Zhang won't have to go to the supermarket to buy milk."

The milk in the house is all bought by Aunt Zhang from the supermarket. Although it is a relatively high-grade dairy product, its freshness and taste are not as good as fresh milk.

Yan Zhixu slowly leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes flickering slightly, and the corners of his lips unconsciously curving upwards.

She didn't deny his use of the word "home," so did she subconsciously consider his apartment as her own home?

A home shared by two people.

Thinking of this, his eyes softened, and his thoughts began to stir.

Liang Liangwei had no idea what he was thinking. Her gaze fell on the man's forehead, where his hair was slightly drooping. Because he no longer tried to hide it, the bandage there was clearly visible.

She remembered asking him yesterday how to conduct herself at the company, and he only said he would have a way, without going into details, which made her very curious.

Then he asked about the exit.

Yan Zhixu pointed to the ceiling. She looked up and saw a very elegant ceiling light, which matched the style of his office perfectly.

It looks very new, like it was just replaced, or perhaps it was just cleaned?

Yan Zhixu briefly recounted what had happened yesterday, eliciting a stunned reaction from her.

He actually used such a simple and crude method to bring his wounds into the open, and no one questioned it!

"Who came up with this idea?" she couldn't help but ask.

Yan Zhixu: "Assistant Xu."

What a talent!

Liang Liangwei: "You should give him a chicken leg."

Yan Zhixu seemed to be thinking: "Okay, I'll do as you say. Double his salary this month."

Liang Liangwei covered her mouth and laughed.

Yan Zhixu looked at her with a look of doting affection in his eyes.

Liang Liangwei quickly finished the bottle of milk, put the cap back on, and played with the empty bottle before noticing a problem.

He seems... to have not looked at the contents of the documents since she came in.

Weren't these proposals supposed to be needed for the meeting this afternoon? Now they're not important anymore?

Am I bothering you by being here?

Yan Zhixu raised an eyebrow: "Of course not, why do you ask?"

Liang Liangwei: "I think I'd better go back first, otherwise you won't be able to work in peace."

Just as Yan Zhixu was about to say it was alright, his phone, which was on the coffee table, rang, so he had to stop talking and answer the call.

Taking the opportunity, Liang Liangwei gestured to him that she was leaving first, and got up to leave.

Before she could even leave her seat, the man rushed forward and grabbed her wrist in a moment of panic.

It's still that same hand.

She froze, her heart leaping into her throat, too terrified to move.

Yan Zhixu seemed to feel the pain as well, his brows furrowing slightly, but he still didn't loosen his grip on her wrist.

Liang Liangwei had no choice but to sit down next to him and gently pat his arm to signal him to let go.

Yan Zhixu released her wrist, but did not leave. Instead, he slid down into her fingertips and intertwined his fingers with hers.

While doing so, he was also responding to the person on the other end of the phone.

Liang Liangwei found it funny; how did they suddenly end up sitting together and holding hands?

The key issue is that she still can't refuse.

She tilted her head to look at the man's handsome profile. He lowered his eyes and spoke in a cool and slightly forceful tone about business projects, but the other person would never have guessed that he was secretly having an affair with his girlfriend.

Thinking of his reckless actions just now, she felt lingering fear and couldn't help but reach out and touch his shoulder, gently stroking it.

Noticing the unusual situation, Yan Zhixu turned her head and looked over, their eyes meeting. They smiled at each other.

"Does it hurt?" she asked softly.

Yan Zhixu replied softly, "It doesn't hurt."

The person on the other end of the phone paused, then asked, "What does President Yan mean...?"

Yan Zhixu's tone immediately turned cold and hard: "I said, no, let's try a different approach."

After a few words, he hung up the phone, put down his phone, and turned to Liang Liangwei, saying, "I didn't aggravate the wound just now, it's nothing."

Liang Liangwei: "You shouldn't have stopped me. You're so busy, I'm really bothering you here. I'd better go back to the company first."

Yan Zhixu: "Unless you also have work, stay and keep me company for a while longer."

Liang Liangwei: "I don't have to meet with clients this afternoon, so I'm not very busy."

That's why I was able to come over and bring him afternoon tea.

Yan Zhixu: "I have a business dinner tonight, so I'll be home quite late. You go home first, and I'll have Aunt Zhang cook for you."

Liang Liangwei's heart skipped a beat, and she asked, "Where are you going for your social engagement? I'll pick you up after you're done, so Assistant Xu won't need to pick you up."

Yan Zhixu frowned: "You're going to pick me up? Wouldn't it be better to wait for me at home?"

Liang Liangwei was displeased: "You're not happy that your girlfriend is picking you up? Is it because... those are places your girlfriend can't go?"

Yan Zhixu chuckled: "You're overthinking it. I just thought the visibility was poor when driving at night, and I was worried about your safety."

Liang Liangwei: "It's not like I've never driven at night before, and you've ridden in my car so many times, you know how careful I am when I drive."

Before Yan Zhixu could respond, there was a knock on the door.

The two turned to look, and the door had been pushed open, revealing Lisa's figure in the doorway.

Yan Zhixu immediately frowned: "You opened someone else's door without me saying a word. Where is your business etiquette?"