"Have you seen the news online?" Mo Jingchen carefully served her some food, glancing at her every now and then, trying to see what An Yiruo's expression was.

"Are you talking about that photo of you having dinner with an unknown beautiful woman?"

On a whim, An Yiru decided to tease him and see if Mo Jingchen would get nervous.

"That's not how it is. People online are writing nonsense, and I've already taken the news down. But... you still saw it," Mo Jingchen said, his voice slightly lower towards the end.

He thought to himself, "Since An Yiruo asked me that, she must be angry. How should I coax her?"

I've been neglecting her feelings lately because of work.

He was really overwhelmed these days, and to make matters worse, things just kept going wrong. He was having the worst luck ever!

"An'an, are you... angry?" Mo Jingchen picked up a piece of meat and put it into An Yiruo's bowl, staring at her intently, not wanting to miss a single expression.

"Yes, of course I'm angry. I haven't seen my husband for days, and when I finally do see him, he's in the news with another woman," An Yiruo said as she ate, her eating continuing uninterrupted.

He appeared calm, but inside he was starting to feel a little restless.

There was no mirror at the moment, so we didn't know how good her acting was.

"I have nothing to do with her. After she left, I had Assistant Zhou disinfect all the places she had been," Mo Jingchen said nervously, like a child who had made a mistake, and hurriedly explained.

"She even came to your office?" An Yiruo's voice rose several octaves instantly as she stared wide-eyed at Mo Jingchen, tilting her head as if seeking a reasonable explanation.

"I've come, but I probably won't come again next time."

Looking at Mo Jingchen's expression, An Yiruo could almost picture the young lady being rebuffed by him.

"Tell me, what happened?"

Although An Yiruo trusted Mo Jingchen, she also wanted to understand the whole story.

"There were other shareholders with us at dinner yesterday, but someone took things out of context and only took pictures of the two of us. Besides, I didn't say a word to her last night, let alone go to dinner together," Mo Jingchen said, sounding as aggrieved as a wronged wife.

"Yes, this is a one-time exception, and it won't happen again."

After saying that, An Yiruo continued eating.

"An'an, are you... really not angry anymore?"

“There’s still some trust between husband and wife. Besides, is she… as good-looking as me?” An Yiru swallowed the food in her mouth and brought her face closer to Mo Jingchen.

Looking at the magnified face in front of me, I saw delicate features without a single flaw.

With skin as white as snow, clear eyes, slightly curled eyelashes, and rosy lips, a few strands of hair casually fall onto her face, making her look both languid and beautiful.

Mo Jingchen couldn't help but swallow hard, adjusting his glasses to hide his inner turmoil. He looked away, unable to bear the sight.

"Are you... nervous?"

Although Mo Jingchen thought he had concealed it well, An Yiruo still discovered the clues.

"Let's eat," Mo Jingchen said, clearing his throat.

"You haven't answered my question yet."

"You're the prettiest."

An Yiruo's lips curled up slightly, making the food in her bowl seem even more delicious.

However, according to the Mo Jingchen of the past, if she got this close, he would definitely respond with a passionate kiss... Is this... a change of heart today?

Or is it that I'm not charming enough today?

With these questions in mind, An Yiru finished her meal.

"Are you full?"

"Hmm, why haven't you touched anything? Aren't you hungry?"

At this moment, Mo Jingchen stared at An Yiruo as if she were a meal on a plate, his voice low and deep: "You're full, it's my turn now..."

Mo Jingchen picked up An Yiruo and carried her directly into the inner lounge.

He pinned her against the door, his hands above his head, as if he were hanging on Mo Jingchen.

Mo Jingchen lowered his head and kissed An Yiruo's lips. The longing he had suppressed in his heart was released at this moment. The kiss was full of emotion and lasted for a long time before it ended.

An Yiruo's body felt weak after being kissed by Mo Jingchen. She could barely support herself by leaning on him, but she wanted more: "Chen, you..."

"This is an office, it's not suitable. Don't sleep tonight, wait for me!"

Mo Jingchen pressed his forehead against An Yiruo's and coaxed her softly.

He wanted to, but there was an important meeting this afternoon that couldn't be postponed!

An Yiruo nodded, then buried her head in Mo Jingchen's neck, savoring the feeling and the scent of Mo Jingchen.

Although An Yiruo felt Mo Jingchen holding her in his arms every night when she was half asleep, it didn't feel very real.

This hug feels real, but it also carries a touch of longing.

"Do you want to take a nap here?" Mo Jingchen asked softly in her ear as he held her.

"Will you come with me?"

"I have something to attend to." For the first time, Mo Jingchen had a thought: the title of president of the Mo Group was too much of a hindrance.

"I'll head back now. See you tonight."

An Yiru tidied her clothes and hair, calmed herself down, and walked out of Mo Jingchen's office.

"Cancel all of tonight's schedules."

"But, President, tonight's gathering with several business tycoons was arranged a few days ago, and it's difficult to refuse!"

"Then you go in my place."

After the call ended, Assistant Zhou slapped his mouth a few times: "You're so cheeky! I didn't want to go to dinner with those big shots either, President!"

Aunt Li is still at An's mother's place and hasn't returned yet. Today, after getting off work, An Yiruo went to the supermarket and bought some ingredients, planning to cook a meal herself.

However, An Yiruo did not have much talent for doing this.

The dishes he made were barely edible, and Uncle Wang, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but worry about the young master's stomach.

Click, the sound of a lock being opened came from inside. An Yiruo, wearing an apron, walked to the entrance and said to the person in front of her, "You're back."

"You...cooked?"

Looking at An Yiruo in front of him, with her hair tied up high and wearing an apron, Mo Jingchen suddenly felt a sense of warmth and humanity.

"Hmm, although it doesn't look very appealing, it should taste pretty good."

"Let's go. Let's go eat."

When Mo Jingchen saw the steak in front of him, he immediately understood what An Yiruo had just said.

The steak was slightly charred, appearing somewhat blackened...

"Otherwise, I'll call and order takeout!" Looking at the steak's appearance, An Yiruo felt a little embarrassed.

“It looks pretty good. Let’s try it.” An Yiruo casually placed her suit jacket on the dining chair next to her, unbuttoned two buttons on her shirt, sat down, picked up the cutlery, and began to savor the “delicious food.”

"Hmm, it tastes pretty good."