Jiang Mian found a comfortable angle and, resting her cheek on her palm, watched the man working overtime—his gold-rimmed glasses, his distinct fingers...
She couldn't help but swallow.
Jiang Mian's voice was clear and soft, tinged with a coaxing tone, "Wife is here, and yet all President Fu sees is work."
Fu Sichen's eyes and eyebrows lifted slightly, his thin lips subtly curved, and he closed his laptop, "Do you also want to join me for an overtime session tonight?"
Jiang Mian's ears turned hot instantly, she rolled over and wrapped the blanket tighter around herself.
"Be careful, Chuanchuan might hear us."
A faint smile escaped Fu Sichen's throat as he walked directly towards Jiang Mian, his tone steady, "Let's try and see if he can't hear us."
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became much more ambiguous.
"Fu Sichen, let's have a child afterward."
!!!
Clearly, Fu Sichen was somewhat stunned by her words.
