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When An Xiaoyue received Zhong Lingxi's call, she had just finished lunch and was strolling in the yard to digest her food and review her work from the morning.

"Lingxi, what's wrong?"

"Xiaoyue, are you taking a nap? Is it convenient for us to chat?"

Lingxi rarely makes phone calls on weekdays; they mostly communicate via WeChat and reply as soon as they see the message.

The phone call must be about something important. "Okay, go ahead."

"I just ran into a weirdo, it made me so angry..."

Zhong Lingxi recounted what had just happened, but she omitted the part about the male duck, only saying that the person involved was very difficult.

An Xiaoyue chimed in, "Remember to buy an Americano after lunch, so your stomach will move faster."

"Okay. I'm going back to work after I finish eating. How's your internship going?"

"It's pretty good, there's something to gain every day." An Xiao said, looking down at a patch of green shoots emerging from a crack in the rocks.

Life is truly tenacious.

She wanted to bend down to see what it was, but her abdomen made it difficult, so she had to give up.

As her gaze shifted, she caught sight of a figure, and her brows furrowed slightly.

Yan Yan was standing not far away, holding her phone; it was unclear whether she was taking a picture of her or herself.

Lingxi's voice came through the phone, "Okay, I'll hang up now. I'll make time for you sometime."

"Okay." An Xiaoyue put away her phone, left via the other side of the steps, and exited Zhongkang Hall.

She keenly noticed that Yan Yan always carried a cell phone whenever she appeared.

She felt uncomfortable every time Yan Yan took the initiative to chat with her.

Yan Yan's contemptuous and probing words, and even the smile in her eyes, made her realize that she had ill intentions.

Hopefully, she's overthinking it.

Shang Qi wasn't with her, so she wandered around Zhongkangtang by herself before returning to the consultation room to organize her notes.

Yan Yan, in the lounge, is reviewing today's materials.

She had previously filmed so many learning videos, creating a persona of a wealthy, intelligent, and highly educated learning blogger, which inspired everyone to say they wanted to learn from her.

However, as time went on, netizens stopped recognizing the value of the videos, resulting in a very low conversion rate and a creative plateau.

Since she first posted a video about An Xiaoyue online, her followers have increased by more than 500,000.

Then other businesses started asking her to sell foot bath packs and traditional Chinese medicine face masks. In just a few days, she had already received three advertisements and earned 600,000 yuan.

This is the true strength that Yan Yan should possess.

She looked forward to going to work with An Xiaoyue every day, talking and chatting with her, and trying to get more shots of her.

Within just one morning, her inbox was flooded with private messages, but she didn't have the patience to open them.

However, one profile picture successfully caught her attention.

"Young Master Jiang is following me too!" Yan Yan exclaimed softly, "and he's sent me so many messages."

She couldn't help but grin.

Jiang Shaoye is the son of Deputy Director Jiang.

His father was a politician with a promising future.

My mother is the youngest daughter of the Fu family; she has so much money that she could never spend it all in several lifetimes.

Jiang Shao also has a cousin who is worth mentioning: Fu Shengyang, a billionaire.

He was the most prestigious single man in the entire capital, and the man that many noble ladies most wanted to marry.

As the eldest son of the Jiang family, who grew up with power and wealth, no one could control him as long as he didn't kill anyone.

Don't underestimate him just because he's young. Everyone in Beijing's social circles wants to get in touch with him.

And now, Jiang Shao has actually taken the initiative to invite her to his birthday party.

My father has been in his current position for ten years and has never been able to move up.

If she can get in touch with Jiang Shao, she can help her father.

At that time, Dad will think highly of her. What does it matter if that bastard outside is outstanding? He still can't help Dad in his career.

If she catches Jiang Shao's eye, she might even become the young mistress of the Jiang family in the future.

By then, Dad will have to rely on her completely.

As long as she speaks, those lowly bastards outside are nothing.

Yan Yan imagined it, and the excitement in her heart spread like ripples on a lake, and her face flushed.

Her fingers trembled as she edited the information in the chat box, deleting and rewriting.

[Young Master Jiang, I'm sorry I just saw the message. I'm honored to receive your invitation, and I will attend on time.]

The next second, Jiang Shao's reply popped up: 【Dress up nicely~】

Yan Yan looked at the last tilde, her whole body undulating with it, twisting her body and exclaiming how cute it was.

"Oh my god, I didn't expect Young Master Jiang to be so cute, his reply even has a little tail."

Yan Yan didn't contact An Xiaoyue again all afternoon, immersing herself in her work. An Xiaoyue felt that time passed very quickly.

After seeing the last patient, she tidied up the consultation room and went home.

The temperature was even lower today, and An Xiaoyue instinctively rubbed her hands together and breathed on them to warm them.

It was already dark, and the streetlights in the courtyard illuminated the twilight.

The car that was supposed to pick her up was parked there, and the driver was standing by the door waiting.

Fu Shengyang, however, sat in the car by himself, where it was warm.

She got into the car and sat down, and Fu Shengyang reached out and wrapped her cold hand in his palm.

An Xiaoyue instinctively tried to back away, but Fu Shengyang held her even tighter.

"It's getting colder, keep warm, or you'll get frostbite." The domineering tone left no room for refusal.

Her hands were indeed very cold, so it would be nice to borrow Fu Shengyang's hands to warm them up.

The sleek car sped along the road, the interplay of streetlights outside streaming through the windows, creating a constantly shifting light inside.

Perhaps his hands were too hot.

This caused her face to flush, the heat spreading from her cheeks to her ears.

"Is it hot?"

Fu Shengyang suddenly stepped over the central armrest, leaned close to her ear, and asked her in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Boom~

An Xiaoyue felt her face getting even hotter.

In her haste, she accidentally pressed the window switch, which also turned on the starry sky lights in the back row.

The glass window slowly rolled down, and she nodded blankly, "Yes...it's a bit hot."

Fu Shengyang smiled, his eyes crinkling with laughter.

"Then let's enjoy the breeze for a little while."

She kept her head down, and you could tell how red her face was without even looking at her. She just nodded mechanically and said, "Mm."

We've been keeping our distance for the past few days, so why are you suddenly starting to care about her again?

She kept her head down, unaware that Fu Shengyang's gaze lingered on her.

Her short, glossy black hair clung to her fair skin, creating a striking contrast between her skin tone and complexion, giving her an appearance that was both innocent and alluring.

Especially her fair and smooth neck, which was so thin that it looked like it could be snapped off with one hand.

The spine extends outwards, disappearing into the white wool coat, sparking the imagination.

A thin back suddenly appeared in his mind.

Fu Shengyang quickly averted his gaze and looked out the window without making a sound.

Sure enough, once things between men and women start, they can't stop.

Even a mere neck fragment could easily test his self-control.

An Xiaoyue, of course, was unaware of his thoughts.

It was only when they slept together at night, and his unusually warm body pressed against hers, that she realized his needs.

Fu Shengyang's warm feet wrapped around her still icy feet, causing her body to stiffen involuntarily, her nerves taut like the strings of a musical instrument.

Fu Shengyang's body still had residual toxins, but she was pregnant and couldn't help him much.

Suddenly, her clothes shifted slightly at her abdomen, and Fu Shengyang's large hand covered it, followed by a deep, husky voice.

"The bedtime story is over, let's go to sleep."

An Xiaoyue was puzzled. Was he... giving up?

"Never mind it, it's a natural reaction, go to sleep."

An Xiaoyue thought of the scantily clad woman in the bar's restroom, and the woman's slender waist.

"Your body is special. If you need to, you should go outside..."

"No need," Fu Shengyang coldly interrupted her.

"I do not mind."

“I mind that it selectively malfunctions when it's in front of other people.”

"Oh." She hadn't heard of this disease, but didn't rule out the possibility of it being a mystical condition that medicine couldn't explain.

"I have no one outside, and I still have that much self-control. Don't mention this method again, understand?"

"Ah."

When An Xiaoyue heard that no one was outside, her heart still leaped with uncontrollable joy.

"There's a victory celebration banquet in a couple of days, do you want to go?"