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

Yu Nanqing was stunned again, somewhat surprised, but her tense heart relaxed a little.

She thought it was something major that would cause their relationship to fall apart, but thankfully it wasn't.

She turned slightly to avoid Qiuqiu's gaze, leaning against Shen Mochen little by little, deliberately lowering her voice, "Is Qiuqiu in a one-sided love affair?"

Shen Mochen pulled her into his arms, playing with her fingers, his gaze intentionally or unintentionally falling on Qiuqiu. "Maybe."

After all, he hadn't seen the Samoyed pay any attention to Qiuqiu.

It was always Qiuqiu who carried things to deliver to the dog; I never saw the Samoyed bring anything back to Qiuqiu in response.

Upon hearing this, Yu Nanqing's gossipy nature was immediately aroused. To avoid Qiuqiu overhearing and hurting its feelings, she simply straddled Shen Mochen's lap, practically clinging to him. "That Samoyed is very cute?"

“…Hmm, probably.” Shen Mochen remained silent for a moment before responding.

He wasn't sure because he hadn't paid attention to what the dog across from him looked like. He thought most dogs of the same breed looked alike, and that dog seemed to have no difference except for its fancy markings.

As he spoke, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily as his wife, Xiangxiang, drew closer. The hand that was gripping her waist slowly tightened, and his lips parted slightly as he couldn't help but press them against her face. "My darling, what did you eat to grow up like this? How come you're so beautiful and smell so good?"

The topic was suddenly shifted, and Yu Nanqing was successfully led astray. Listening to the sexy and husky voice beside her ear, her ears trembled slightly, and her heart kept pounding.

It grew up eating white rice, what else could it be?

She was thinking it to herself, but the kiss made her unable to speak for a long time.

In the instant her body went limp, a thought flashed through her mind. She suddenly remembered Qiuqiu, who was still lying by the sofa. Her body jolted, and she turned around to see if Qiuqiu was looking at her, when she was suddenly lifted up by the buttocks.

Shen Mochen seemed to know her inside and out, carrying her straight into the bedroom. After closing the door, he kissed her breathlessly before letting go and saying, "In the bedroom, it won't see us."

Yu Nanqing was slightly taken aback, and a blush gradually crept onto her face. She reached out and weakly pushed his chest, her voice coquettish, "It's still daytime."

Upon hearing her words, Shen Mochen, who had intended to stop there, stopped straightening her clothes and leaned down to kiss her lips again.

Goodness, he's already given such a hint. If he still pretends not to understand, then he'll really be clueless.

As her clothes were removed layer by layer, Yu Nanqing blushed and her fair and slender hands clung to Shen Mochen's neck, following his rhythm as she gradually entered a world of bliss.

Having not slept all night, when she finally rested, Yu Nanqing was like a fish out of water, her eyelids drooping wildly. When Shen Mochen handed her water, she caught the taste, got up, and brought her lips to the rim of the cup, drinking the entire glass of water in one gulp.

Shen Mochen held her in his arms, and after they had eaten and drunk their fill, he looked delighted. "My sweetie, would you like some more?"

Yu Nanqing shook her head, slowly letting go of the hand that had been gripping his clothes, and fell into the quilt.

Shen Mochen put down his cup and turned around to see Yu Nanqing lying quietly in the middle of the plush quilt, with a few beads of sweat still on her flushed face.

His eyebrows twitched slightly, and he felt as if he was about to explode with happiness.

He leaned over and covered Yu Nanqing with the blanket, then got dressed and went out.

Having been hungry all day, Qiuqiu immediately sprang out of its kennel upon hearing the noise. Seeing Shen Mochen come out, it waddled over, carrying its dog bowl in its mouth to prevent Shen Mochen from forgetting to feed it again.

Samoyeds of this size generally have a large appetite, and can eat about a third of a bag of dog food in one meal.

Fortunately, she was a good dog who would follow her husband wherever he went, and she wasn't picky about food. She would eat anything edible.

Shen Mochen fed it, gave it a sip of water, then turned on his computer and sat down at his desk to handle official business.

My phone died and shut down. As soon as I turned it on, several calls and messages popped up.

Most of the calls were from company assistants, but one was from Long Aoshi.

Shen Mochen prioritized his calls and first called his assistant back. When he heard the assistant say in an urgent tone that it wasn't a matter that was too urgent and that he was indispensable, he frowned and said in a somewhat cold tone, "The company didn't hire you to come here and ask what to do. If you can find a way, find a way; if you can't, figure out a solution."

After I finished speaking, there was a long silence on the other end before a response came, but then all that could be heard on the phone was a dial tone.

After making a call to his assistant, Shen Mochen then called Long Aoshi.

Long Aoshi had previously stated that he wouldn't discuss work outside of work hours, so it's highly unlikely that Long Aoshi's call at this time was for work-related reasons.

The call was answered just as it was about to automatically disconnect; the voice on the other end was somewhat noisy, sounding like it was in a bar.

"Did Mr. Long call me this morning because of something?" he asked, his fingers typing incessantly on the computer keyboard.

"Nothing much, just wanted to invite you over sometime," Long Aoshi replied, glancing at the cards on the table as he made a call and played cards simultaneously.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Long, I might not be available today." Shen Mochen apologized first, then listened quietly to what the other party had to say.

"Well, if you have something to do, that's fine. I was thinking of introducing you to a few investors," Long Aoshi said, feeling particularly annoyed because he kept losing at cards.

Upon hearing this, Shen Mochen paused, his fingers slowly stopping typing on the keyboard. After hesitating for two seconds, he replied, "Yes, I can't go today."

"What could possibly happen on the weekend?" Long Aoshi continued, occasionally taking a puff of the cigarette handed to him by a waiter.

"I need to spend time with my wife." Shen Mochen made no attempt to hide anything, speaking frankly and directly.

His reply surprised Long Aoshi. He raised his eyes, pushed all the cards in his hand away, and couldn't help but tease softly, "Little Shen is already married?"

"Not yet, but it should be soon," Shen Mochen replied, shaking his head.

Upon hearing this, Long Aoshi couldn't help but sigh, "Xiao Shen should know that in this day and age, it's very difficult to balance relationships and career."

"Yes, I know, Mr. Long." Shen Mochen said this, but he didn't take Long Aoshi's words to heart at all.

He is confident that he can achieve success in both his career and love life.

"Good to know." Long Aoshi replied, his attention gradually shifting to the cards. "Since Xiao Shen is busy, let's talk about meeting the investor another day. I'll hang up now."

The waiter, who was holding the phone, was instructed to hang up and then, with a keen eye, offered Long Aoshi a cigarette.

After hanging up the phone and dealing with work emails for a while, Shen Mochen returned to his room, eagerly got into bed, and pulled Yu Nanqing into his arms, intending to take a short nap.