A man's happiness is actually very simple.
Whether it's the comfort brought by skilled technique, or the sense of conquest from naiveté and stiffness, both can be exhilarating.
On his way to pick up Meng Wanning, Chen Cheng's mind intermittently conjured images of Liu Zhiying's shy yet earnest demeanor—clumsy seriousness that was as heartrending as it was amusing.
He wasn't oblivious to Liu Zhiying's feelings, but her leg injury truly required rest. He didn't want her to suffer any consequences from acting on impulse.
Arriving downstairs at the CCTV building, he spotted Meng Wanning waiting by the roadside from afar.
The car slowly approached, and Chen Cheng unfastened his seatbelt, leaned over, and opened the door for her.
"Get in."
Seeing that it was Chen Cheng driving in person, Meng Wanning was quite surprised, "Boss, why did you come yourself?"
"Why? Not welcome?" Chen Cheng asked with a smile.
