President, please comfort me.

On the other side, Wen Qi led Xiao He into the house. She had only planned to come back to get some photos and albums, but Xiao He said he wanted to stay with her for the night. Upon hearing this, A Chen and A Biao went to the supermarket to buy daily necessities.

The house was actually quite clean after three months of not living there. Wenqi was about to wipe off the dust when Achen and Abiao quickly grabbed the rag and started cleaning.

Wen Qi led Xiao He into her bedroom, which was decorated mainly in milky white. The space, about 20 square meters, was filled with bookshelves full of computer-related books and certificates, and various dolls whose names she didn't know were placed on both sides of the bed.

Xiao paid extra attention to Wen Qi's mood today, and seeing that her emotions didn't seem to fluctuate much, he felt a little relieved.

"Let me show you, these are photos of me at different ages." Wen Qi smiled and handed two thick photo albums to Xiao He, gesturing for him to sit in the chair in front of the desk to look at them.

Then she prepared to clean the room, knowing full well that Xiao He would never allow two burly men to enter her room.

Xiao He took the two photo albums containing Wen Qi's memories of growing up, but instead of sitting down, he pulled Wen Qi and pressed her into a chair. Then, in a deep and magnetic voice, he said, "You sit down and rest for a while. I'll take care of you."

Wen Qi was indeed a bit tired. It was rare to see the usually aloof and imposing CEO offer to help with the cleaning, so she simply didn't insist and readily accepted Xiao He's kindness.

It was Xiao He's first time doing something like this, and he seemed a little flustered, knocking over vases on one side and messing up neatly stacked books on the other.

Wen Qi, sitting to the side, couldn't help but chuckle at his actions: "Just wipe off the dust, nothing else needs to be done. We can just lift the dust cover off the bed later."

Xiao He's expression turned slightly serious as he lowered his head and wrung out the towel: "Yes, I know."

Fortunately, things weren't complicated. Before long, the room, which wasn't too big or too small, was transformed and became neat and orderly thanks to Xiao He's efforts.

Wen Qi took out brand new sheets and bedspreads from the closet, quickly changed into them, and then collapsed onto the covers like a deflated balloon, burying her face in the blankets and whining to Xiao He, "Xiao He, what time is it? I'm a little sleepy."

Xiao He felt an itch to get over to her, so he went over and patted her pert bottom, saying in a doting tone and deep voice, "It's almost five o'clock. Are you hungry? If not, why don't you take a nap?"

Wen Qi poked her head out from under the covers: "Is it okay? What about Brother Chen and the others?"

Xiao He wasn't worried at all about whether the two people outside would starve to death. On the contrary, he found the two "light bulbs" quite annoying: "Don't worry about them. Just do it your way. We can go eat after we wake up."

"Okay, I'll take a nap then." Wen Qi yawned and got up to change her clothes.

Xiao He moved the blanket aside and sat down in the spot where Wen Qi had just been lying. His two incredibly long legs were spread wide apart, and his hands were supporting him on the bed. Every part of his body was naturally relaxed, making him feel exceptionally comfortable and at ease.

Wen Qi squatted on the ground rummaging through her suitcase, while Xiao He stared intently at her, his love burning like a raging fire in every silent moment.

The temperature in Xiamen is much warmer than in Beijing. Wenqi had assumed that since the group of people were traveling together, the men and women would sleep separately and that they would bring slightly cooler pajamas.

She was holding a white silk floral camisole in her hand, her face flushed as she turned to look at Xiao He, her voice low and soft: "How can I change if you keep looking at me like that? Turn around."

Xiao He smirked and obediently turned his back to her. Wen Qi stood there staring at him. Sure enough, the next second Xiao He turned his head back.

Wen Qi stomped her foot angrily: "I knew it! You pervert, turn around right now, or I'll get angry."

"It's not like we haven't seen it before, why are you still so shy, huh?" Xiao He acted like a scoundrel, his gaze still fixed on her.

Wen Qi frowned, her beautiful eyes widening slightly. Just as she was about to shoo him away, Xiao He said again, "Alright, alright, you can change now. I promise I won't peek when I turn around."

After confirming that Xiao He wouldn't turn around again, Wen Qi quickly changed into her pajamas and coughed lightly to indicate that she was ready.

Xiao He turned his head and saw Wen Qi wearing a spaghetti strap nightgown. His breath hitched, his heart skipped a beat, and his burning gaze not only did not subside but became even more unrestrained.

"What are you looking at?" Wen Qi used her lingering anger to cover her shyness, pretending to be calm as she climbed into bed and slipped under the covers in a flash.

After lying down, she looked at Xiao He with her eyes half-closed and said, "You should rest for a while too."

Xiao He responded, but simply sat by the bed watching her. A short while later, Wen Qi fell into a deep sleep.

Xiao He gently brushed the strands of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek. Just then, the noisy chatter of Ah Chen and Ah Biao came from outside the door.

Ah Biao shouted, "Are you blind?! I just finished mopping over there, and you just walked past as if nothing happened!"

Ah Chen, always quick to turn the tables, feigned indifference: "Oh dear, I was just momentarily careless. Why are you so angry? Is it because you lost to me yesterday that you're taking this opportunity to vent your frustrations here today?"

Xiao He was afraid that these two idiots would wake Wen Qi, so he quickly went to the door, opened it a crack, and whispered, "Both of you shut up! Wen Qi is already asleep. If you wake her up, you'll be in big trouble! Right now, immediately, both of you get out of here and stay in Lan Sen Shan Hai. Come back to pick her up tomorrow morning!"

Before Xiao He could finish speaking, the two of them immediately deflated like wilted eggplants. Especially Ah Chen, who had originally wanted to shamelessly ask to stay, but when he saw the sharp look Ah Biao gave him, he was instantly frozen in place, opening his mouth but unable to say anything.

Xiao He sat back down on the edge of the bed, watching over Wen Qi. The setting sun shone through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating Wen Qi's peaceful sleeping face. Xiao He felt a sense of tranquility, his heart and eyes filled with the image of the person before him, and he secretly vowed to protect this beautiful moment forever.

Wen Qi slept for a full two hours. When she woke up, it was already seven o'clock in the evening. The room was dark, and the soft night light shone in through the window, creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere.

Wen Qi lay flat on her back, while Xiao He turned slightly to his side, his broad and firm hand resting gently on her flat stomach like a soft cloud.

As Wen Qi felt the warmth emanating from that large hand, an unparalleled sense of security and warmth welled up within her.

Just as she was about to turn her body to find a more comfortable position, Xiao He seemed to sense her intention and instantly stuck to her like glue.