When the pregnant wife frowned due to morning sickness, the whole family of the tycoon took turns co

After Fu Shengyang finished the meeting, it was already dark. He had planned to work overtime at the company.

But considering the new policy, he should set an example.

So he tidied up and took the work home to do.

He stepped into the waterside pavilion under the orange streetlights. In the quiet little building, only the first floor was lit.

In the living room, just as he had asked on the phone before, everything was as he had described.

Dr. Zhang was writing and drawing on the mobile whiteboard.

An Xiaoyue was wearing pink and white checkered loungewear and sat cross-legged on the sofa.

Under the white light of the living room, her facial skin appeared even whiter, and her eyes were exceptionally focused. She would occasionally look down and write on the notebook spread out on her lap.

He's quite obedient; even his back view during class shows the upright posture of a model student.

Fu Shengyang strode forward and entered the living room a few steps later.

Hearing the noise, Cui Ma called out, "Young Master is back! Have you had dinner yet?"

"Just cook some noodles."

An Xiaoyue also turned her head to look at the entrance hall and saw Fu Shengyang leaning against the shoe cabinet, changing into indoor slippers.

The movements were quite ordinary, yet they possessed an indescribable elegance and nobility.

An Xiaoyue thought it was probably because he was tall, slender, and had good proportions of waist, hips and legs, and was wearing a black suit.

Some people have such charm that even their back view is pleasing to the eye.

Fu Shengyang is that kind of person.

An Xiaoyue looked up at him, and Fu Shengyang straightened up and looked in her direction.

An unexpected eye contact...

An Xiaoyue felt her heart race and immediately looked away from the whiteboard.

Pretend that your gaze just casually swept across the entryway.

Her heart skipped a beat. Being caught daydreaming in class by Fu Shengyang was even more terrifying than being caught by a high school teacher, especially since she was staring at him.

After entering the house, Fu Shengyang went straight to the dining table and turned on his computer to work.

Cui's mother brought over the noodles, and he pushed aside his computer and documents, eating right there at the dining table.

An Xiaoyue was taking her class in the living room, sitting cross-legged with her back straight, listening more attentively than before.

"Young Master, Young Madam, that concludes today's lesson," Dr. Zhang said after finishing the class.

After finishing his meal in the living room, the young master immediately turned on his laptop and started working.

It seemed as if someone was monitoring her during class, making her quite nervous.

Fu Shengyang stopped what he was doing and looked towards the living room. "Let's rest."

The two people in the living room felt a weight lift off their shoulders, as if a great burden had been lifted.

Dr. Zhang packed up the teaching materials and said goodbye. An Xiaoyue sat on the sofa, feeling miserable, and rubbed her legs until they went numb.

"What happened to the leg?"

An Xiaoyue looked at Fu Shengyang pitifully, "It's numb."

Fu Shengyang stood up and bowed in front of her.

Fu Shengyang's unique aura suddenly intruded, making her inexplicably panic. "W-what...what are you going to do?"

The next second, Fu Shengyang's arms passed through her legs, lifting her up into the air.

She was so frightened that she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Fu Shengyang, "Aren't you going back to your room?"

An Xiaoyue pursed her lips, her brain unable to think, and she nodded blankly.

Fu Shengyang's handsome face was so close, his eyelashes were so thick and curled, I wish he could pass that on to his children.

His nose is beautiful, and the thickness of his lips is just right. How can everything about him be so perfect?

Fu Shengyang placed her on the sofa where she usually sat, and left without saying a word.

An Xiaoyue raised her hand to touch her nose. Just now, Fu Shengyang's Adam's apple had brushed against the tip of her nose, and that feeling...

It feels like a feather brushing against your palm, tickling you.

Her heart was pounding wildly.

So much so that when Fu Shengyang packed his things and went upstairs, she hadn't read a single page of the book lying on her lap.

Are you very busy with your studies?

When An Xiaoyue heard Fu Shengyang's question, she looked at him with her watery eyes.

Why did he start caring about his studies?

An Xiaoyue regained her composure; Fu Shengyang probably wanted her to stop focusing solely on her studies.

"I will make arrangements, but there just happened to be an unexpected situation today."

She tried her best to get the internship, but some things can't be achieved just by trying.

Therefore, she wouldn't tell anyone before getting the internship opportunity; she would just work hard quietly.

Fu Shengyang: "You can refuse things that aren't important."

Judging from his tone, he was talking about his aunt Fu Wantang's matter this morning.

“Grandpa arranged it,” An Xiaoyue explained, not because she coveted the two sets of clothes.

She went out with Fu Wantang for two reasons: firstly, it was her grandfather's wish, and secondly, Fu Wantang had no good intentions to begin with.

She believed that as long as her ill intentions were nipped in the bud the first time, there would be no second trouble.

Fu Wantang was humiliated today, so I believe she won't ask her to go out again.

Fu Shengyang didn't say anything more.

An Xiaoyue continued, "I visited my mother at noon today. The doctor adjusted the treatment plan, and I also know that you paid my mother's medical expenses. Thank you, Mr. Fu. I will do what you have arranged."

Fu Shengyang looked at her, his dark eyes deep and unfathomable, revealing emotions she couldn't understand.

After about ten seconds, he said stiffly, "The spirit of the contract, you're welcome."

After hearing this, An Xiaoyue felt no more burden in her heart.

Yes, contracts are contracts. Once you've done what you agreed to, there's no need to say thank you, and you don't need to feel like you've gotten a good deal.

Tomorrow is the weekend. After my yoga class and Dr. Zhang's class in the morning, the rest of the time is hers.

An Xiaoyue felt cheerful thinking about meeting Lingxi tomorrow.