Just as Mo Jingchen was about to take his second bite, An Yiruo beat him to it, took his hand, and put the small piece of steak from the fork into her mouth.

"I'll try it."

After taking a bite of the steak and chewing a few times, An Yiruo looked at Mo Jingchen with a not-so-pleasant expression: "Don't eat anymore. I'll order takeout, or we can go out to eat."

Mo Jingchen looked at An Yiruo, who had a slightly guilty expression, and smiled indulgently: "Let's not go out. We'll eat at home. I'll cook."

After Mo Jingchen finished speaking, he unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, rolled them up casually, took the apron off An Yiruo, tied it, and then walked into the kitchen.

An Yiruo leaned against the kitchen door, her head tilted slightly as she looked at the scene before her, feeling a sense of being overwhelmed once again.

Although Mo Jingchen was washing vegetables at the moment, An Yiruo felt that every movement he made was... incredibly tempting: "He's truly a feast for the eyes."

As she watched, An Yiruo subconsciously voiced her inner thoughts.

"Mrs. Mo, you need to eat well to have energy."

Mo Jingchen heard her words, but he didn't stop washing the vegetables. He turned to An Yiruo and said this.

"Of course, I don't mind being direct either..."

"Ahem, let's eat first," An Yiruo said before sitting down on the sofa to wait.

She leaned over and glanced into the kitchen, finding Mo Jingchen still busy. She reached out and touched her slightly flushed face.

"Why did I suddenly say it? Have I been spending too much time alone lately? No, no, no, that's not it."

An Yiru shook her head, but couldn't help glancing at the kitchen a few more times.

Mo Jingchen worked quickly, and in no time, a table full of delicious food was placed on the table.

"Wow, this looks so appetizing!" An Yiruo exclaimed, running all the way from the living room as she smelled the aroma of the food.

"Yes, eat more if you like."

Mo Jingchen's unspoken message was that you need to be well-fed to have the energy to work!

Mo Jingchen sat beside An Yiruo, and spent most of the meal serving her.

"Aren't you going to eat anything?"

"Eat more," Mo Jingchen said with a smile, shaking his head as he continued to serve food to An Yiruo.

"Geh~", I'm full, I'm not eating anymore.

"Are you really full?"

Mo Jingchen moved closer to An Yiruo and whispered in her ear.

An Yiruo nodded.

“Then it’s my turn.” Mo Jingchen picked her up and carried her straight upstairs to the master bedroom.

"Uncle Wang is still here! I feel so bad!" An Yiruo hugged Mo Jingchen's neck tightly and buried her face in his chest.

Uncle Wang won't laugh at you.

In the master bedroom, Mo Jingchen carried An Yiruo into the room, closed the door, and rushed inside, tossing An Yiruo onto the soft bed...

A passionate kiss instantly raised the temperature in the room by several degrees.

"Take a shower first!" With her last shred of consciousness, An Yiruo pushed Mo Jingchen away.

"The bathroom... is fine too."

Mo Jingchen got up, carried An Yiruo into the bathroom, and came out again two hours later.

An Yiruo looked like a shy, demure young woman, while Mo Jingchen carried her back to bed with a satisfied expression.

An Yiruo was exhausted from Mo Jingchen's antics, but Mo Jingchen had no intention of letting her off the hook...

The price of such indulgence was... The next day, when An Yiruo went to work, her legs felt like they were walking on cotton, sore and weak!

"Yi Ruo, what's wrong with you? You look like you've been indulging in too much sex."

Hearing Zhang Yuanyuan say this, An Yiruo was so shocked that she almost spat out the coffee in her mouth.

"I stayed up all night watching dramas and didn't wake up properly," An Yiruo said with a smile.

This Zhang Yuanyuan, who usually seems carefree and cheerful, how come she has such a sharp eye?

"Ah~ I see," Zhang Yuanyuan drawled, with an expression that said she understood everything.

"Hmm," An Yiruo replied casually, not wanting to continue the discussion.

"President, we've found it. Yesterday's news was all orchestrated by Zheng Yuan herself."

Early in the morning, Assistant Zhou arrived at the president's office to report the investigation results, looking like he was still hungover.

He drank with those big shots until the wee hours last night, and when he got back he fell asleep on the sofa. He only woke up this morning to take a shower and change his clothes.

At this moment, he also felt some sympathy for Mo Jingchen. Sure enough, those who can become big bosses are not ordinary people.

"Hmm. Do you want me to teach you how to do it?"

"But Zheng Yuan is, after all, Old Master Zheng's daughter. Isn't doing this... a bit too much?"

Assistant Zhou cautiously probed his boss's thoughts.

"Don't worry about it. Also, go get yourself something to sober up, don't look like you're still hungover."

After finishing his sentence, Mo Jingchen continued to look at the documents on the table and immersed himself in his work.

Assistant Zhou looked aggrieved: "I was just hungover! And it was all because of you, you heartless CEO!"

"Yi Ruo, have you heard? Old Zheng's daughter was supposed to work for the Mo family, but for some reason, she suddenly disappeared from the Mo family!"

"Disappeared? What do you mean?"

"The employment contract was already prepared, but today I suddenly heard that she went to the branch office."

"Branch office?"

"Yeah, it's one of those godforsaken branch offices."

"Who...did she offend?" An Yiruo asked with a smile.

"I don't know. The grudges and conflicts between the higher-ups are beyond the understanding of us lowly employees."

"Then let's get back to work. You're just a working stiff."

"Mo Jingchen, what do you mean?!" Zheng Yuan rushed to the president's office in a fit of rage after receiving the appointment notice.

"I told you, you have to knock before coming to my office," Mo Jingchen said coldly, his eyes fierce as he looked at Zheng Yuan who had appeared in his office.

"Mr...Mr. Mo." Zheng Yuan was also startled by Mo Jingchen's gaze and staggered back a step.

Mo Jingchen ignored her. Zheng Yuan calmed herself down, stood up straight, looked at Mo Jingchen and said, "Mr. Mo, why did you transfer me to the branch office? What did I do wrong?"

"I think the branch office is a better fit for Ms. Zheng. She will also have more opportunities to develop and grow there."

"Aren't you afraid my father will cause you trouble by making these arrangements?"

"I, Mo Jingchen, have not come this far by being easily intimidated."

“You…you’re so heartless,” Zheng Yuan said angrily.

"Miss Zheng, please have some self-respect. There is no affection between us. If there is no affection, how can you talk about being heartless?"

Mo Jingchen adjusted his glasses. Although he couldn't look Zheng Yuan in the eye while sitting in the leather seat, his aura completely overwhelmed her.

"Is it... worth it for her? You'll regret this decision someday!"

"The word 'regret' doesn't exist in my dictionary! Goodbye, Miss Zheng, I won't see you off!"