You'd better look back, Mr. Shen is about to break.

At noon, Pei Yu's capable assistant came over, dressed in a black suit and wearing black sunglasses. He brought over the lunchbox that Aunt Chen had prepared, and then stared at Yu Nanqing, who was sitting on the sofa, unmoved.

Feeling uneasy under his gaze, Yu Nanqing finally moved, changed her shoes in the entryway, and followed him into the car.

To this day, she still doesn't know this person's name. She even suspects that he is mute, as he always stares at her expressionlessly without saying a word.

But he is indeed just as frightening as Shen Mochen when he's not being gentle.

When Yu Nanqing took the elevator up, Shen Mochen was sitting in the tea room opposite the office, chatting animatedly with a beautiful and sexy woman.

He occasionally glanced in their direction, and their eyes met.

However, the other party showed no intention of taking it, and even accepted the coffee that the beautiful woman handed him.

Yu Nanqing intended to turn around and go into the office so as not to disturb Shen Mochen and his lover, but as soon as she took a step, she felt a faint chill.

She stopped in her tracks, her eyelids twitched a few times, then she sweetly rushed towards Shen Mochen's side, "Husband~"

Seeing Shen Mochen raise his eyebrows, Yu Nanqing knew that she had guessed correctly. If she had gone in directly just now, she probably wouldn't have been able to sleep tonight.

Shen Mochen hugged her, pulled down her mask, and leaned down to kiss her little mouth. "Good baby."

The woman opposite him froze for two seconds.

She said, "Why is Mr. Shen acting so strangely today? He made me sit in the tea room for half an hour and even made me make him coffee."

She thought she was about to have a stroke of good luck and marry into a wealthy family.

So, she was just a pawn...

"Shen Mochen, who was that person just now?" Once inside the office, Yu Nanqing was forced to sit in his lap. Her pink gauze dress draped over his suit trousers created a striking contrast that made people's minds wander.

Yu Nanqing played with his large hand and, going along with his wishes, asked.

"Are you jealous, sweetie?" Shen Mochen kissed her cheek, feeling happy.

My sweet wife is getting jealous.

This means his wife already has feelings for him.

He would never admit that he was deceiving himself.

After all, when Yu Nanqing gets stubborn, he won't say the words he wants to hear, even if he bites his lip until it's raw.

“She’s the company’s CFO.” Before she could reply, Shen Mochen continued.

"Is she prettier or am I prettier?" Yu Nanqing yawned boredly and asked as if reciting a script.

Shen Mochen's hand had already lifted her beautiful skirt and reached inside, lingering on her thigh, intending to go further, but was stopped in time by Yu Nanqing.

Although Xiaojiao is mild-mannered, she is not stupid.

He shoved his hands into his own pockets and then struggled to get off his legs.

Shen Mochen leaned back in his chair, quietly watching her struggle. She reached out and pried his hands off, but he relentlessly reached out and wrapped his arms around her again.

Seeing that she was getting angry, he finally stopped teasing her, let go of her, and kissed her a few times while pinning her against the table.

"Of course my wife is prettier." He smiled, gently stroking her delicate face with his fingers.

Yu Nanqing's ears turned red, she hummed twice, and picked up the insulated lunchbox that was on the coffee table.

Shen Mochen gave her some.

I just saw on the monitor that she didn't eat much, and she didn't even have time to eat the fruit after the meal. She's probably hungry and will be groaning with stomach pain again.

“I’ve already eaten.” Yu Nanqing frowned.

"Do you want your husband to feed you?" Shen Mochen looked up at her.

Yu Nanqing was very annoyed. She kicked his calf and reluctantly picked up her chopsticks.

She was a terrible eater; for a while after she first transmigrated, she seemed to have developed anorexia, vomiting after eating only a little bit.

It wasn't until Shen Mochen tied her up at Shuijun Bay and prepared all sorts of different foods for her that she was able to eat a little bit.

She felt uncomfortable because she had eaten too much, so she slumped on the sofa and let Shen Mochen rub her stomach.

She looked unwell, her eyes red and bothered, and she poked Shen Mochen's shoulder angrily, "It's all your fault."

"Hmm, it's my fault." Shen Mochen frowned slightly, his grip neither too light nor too heavy.

She used to be able to eat a whole bowl of rice, so why has her appetite decreased after she got sick?

She's indeed a delicate girl, difficult to raise.

After leaving him, who else would treat her so well?

She's so heartless, all she ever does is run away from him.

That idiot Chen Qing, does he even know how to take care of people?

After vomiting once, Yu Nanqing finally felt a little better.

Shen Mochen held her close, his heart aching with tenderness, and gently stroked her pale face with his fingertips. "Our Qingqing is a sickly beauty."

Yu Nanqing sipped her sweet drink, glanced at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes, and said, "Let me go shopping, maybe I'll feel better."

Shen Mochen lowered his eyes, gently touched her red lips, and said with exceptional ruthlessness, "Then Qingqing should stay sick."

"Can you bear to see me suffer, my husband?" Yu Nanqing looked at him, her reddened eyes trembling slightly.

They look so pitiful.

Shen Mochen had already leaned down and bit her red lips, completely captivated by her playful way of calling him "husband." "Of course I can't bear to part with her, so tomorrow I'll take Qingqing to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor to help her get some treatment."

Yu Nanqing was slightly taken aback. Thinking of that bitter, pungent stuff, her face turned pale, and she shrank into his arms as if she had no bones. "I don't want to take Chinese medicine."

Shen Mochen's eyes reddened from kissing her, his large hands kneading her tender flesh, and he was somewhat disoriented by her sudden embrace.

It almost sparked a big fight, but fortunately Yu Nanqing raised her soft hand and slapped him across the face in time. His frightened eyes flashed, "Shen Mochen, I'm sleepy."

With the slap mark on his face, Shen Mochen's breathing was heavy. His passion had reached its peak but then abruptly stopped. This feeling of being unable to go up or down was like spitting out a mouthful of old phlegm, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

He stared at her for a long time with red eyes, then finally let out a sigh and carried her into the lounge.

The layout of the lounge was almost identical to that of the Shui Jun Bay room, and there were still many of her beautiful dresses piled on the soft bed.

Having visited Shen Mochen's office more than once, she was already used to it. After being put down by Shen Mochen, she consciously crawled into the quilt, rolled over, and wrapped herself up like a silkworm cocoon, making herself impeccable to outsiders.

Shen Mochen's eyes showed a hint of helplessness as he took off his clothes and went into the bathroom next door.

Once the fire is ignited, it must be put out, otherwise, I won't be able to pamper my beautiful wife.

Yu Nanqing was very sleepy and found the position comfortable. Before Shen Mochen even came out of the bathroom, she had unknowingly fallen asleep.

When I woke up, it was already evening.

She stared at the pitch-black window for a long time before slowly getting up.

Shen Mochen was still working when he saw her come out. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Wife, you're awake?"

Yu Nanqing nodded and was about to sit down on the sofa when Shen Mochen called out to her.

"Come sit on your husband's lap." Shen Mochen stared at her, his dark eyes filled with an unyielding intensity.