“Little Mo Yuchu, you can’t bargain! If you don’t eat, it will only harm your own body, and it has nothing to do with us.” Mo Jingchen picked up some food and put it in his bowl, raising his eyes slightly to look at his son sitting across from him.

"Dad!" Mo Yuchu pouted, looking unhappy.

"Mo Yuchu! A real man shouldn't get angry so easily!"

"Dad! You're hypocritical! Why do you coax Mom when she's angry, but yell at me when I'm angry? This isn't fair! It's not fair!" Mo Yuchu put down her chopsticks and crossed her arms.

Hearing her son's words, An Yiruo couldn't help but chuckle to herself, while glancing sideways at Mo Jingchen as if to say, "Let's see how you explain this!"

"Ahem... Mom is a girl, and girls should be pampered. You're a boy, and boys should stand tall, be independent, and self-reliant. Why do you always need to be coddled!"

"But...Dad...I'm still a child, I haven't grown up yet! I need love and care!"

"When I was your age, I was already able to start my own company and make money. Look at you, you have a smart mind but you don't use it!"

"What kind of future can you have if you only think about being flattered by others!"

While eating, Mo Jingchen spoke of Mo Yuchu in a serious tone.

"Not everyone is Mo Jingchen!" Mo Yuchu muttered to herself in a voice only she could hear.

It was as if he was expressing his dissatisfaction.

During dinner, the father and son kept arguing, which An Yiruo found quite amusing.

Unfortunately, Mo Yuchu's skills were still inferior to Mo Jingchen's, and he could only eat in silence after being discouraged.

"Honey, when you were as big as a star, were you really capable of starting your own company and making money?"

That night, the two leaned against the bed, and An Yiruo, nestled in Mo Jingchen's arms, asked a question.

"As a father, I naturally can't let my son steal the spotlight. In recent years, there has been some embellishment involved!"

"It's true that I can earn money independently, but I haven't started a company yet." Mo Jingchen put his arm around An Yiruo's waist and pulled her closer to him.

"Aren't you afraid that he'll find out the truth and come after you, accusing you of lying to him?"

"What's there to be afraid of? There are always ways around policies. I'm just trying to motivate him to work harder!"

"Fallacy."

"No, this is the correct parenting philosophy. Besides, is An'an questioning me?" Mo Jingchen lowered his head, a slightly dangerous look in his eyes.

An Yiruo looked up and just in time to sense that dangerous look in his eyes. As if realizing something, she looked away and said, "No way, that's nonsense. When have I ever questioned you!"

Mo Jingchen ignored her excuses and instead rolled over onto her and started tickling her.

Unable to resist, An Yiruo, pinned beneath him, could only laugh and beg for mercy.

"Husband, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

An Yiruo laughed loudly while twisting her body uncomfortably, trying to dodge.

"Hmph, as punishment, I'll punish you tonight," Mo Jingchen said, tapping An Yiruo's nose.

"Punish me? Punish me for what? Are you willing to punish me?"

“Punishing others is naturally something I’d rather do. But…”

"But what?" An Yiruo had a bad feeling. She lay down and stared straight at Mo Jingchen.

"Honey, you know what? You look so alluring!"

"Did I hook you up?"

"You've got my heart set on. So... tonight, as punishment, you'll have to take the initiative!"

An Yiruo frowned slightly, seemingly reluctant: "No. I'm so tired."

"You little lazybones, all you think about is enjoying yourself, not putting in any effort?" Mo Jingchen said helplessly, tapping the tip of her nose.

"Hmm, you've spoiled me rotten, what am I going to do!"

An Yiruo's words left Mo Jingchen with no way to refuse!

It's like lifting a rock only to drop it on your own foot! Oh well, it's my fault for spoiling them! It's my fault for spoiling them!

"It's fine if you don't take the initiative... but... you're on top! You can't refuse!"

An Yiru wrapped her arms around Mo Jingchen's neck and said softly, "Yes, ma'am."

Then, she tilted her head slightly and kissed Mo Jingchen's lips.

A light touch was far from enough. Soon, Mo Jingchen ran one hand through An Yiruo's hair, deepening the kiss...

"So tired~"

"Just hang in there a little longer, it'll be over soon," Mo Jingchen coaxed her.

Finally, An Yiruo was completely exhausted! She clung to him and acted like a spoiled child...

"I just can't do anything with you." Mo Jingchen had no choice but to regain control and end the battle...

The next day, when An Yiruo appeared at the studio, she was radiant and had a rosy complexion.

Zhang Yuanyuan, holding a coffee cup, followed her in: "Yi Ruo, your skin looks great today! Your face is so rosy and delicate, like a peeled egg!"

"Thank you for the compliment. Thank you for the coffee, Mr. Zhang." After saying that, he casually took the coffee from Zhang Yuanyuan's hand.

"My coffee!" Zhang Yuanyuan pouted, looking at her own coffee in An Yiruo's hand.

"Yuanyuan's skills are good, the coffee is delicious. However... the coffee beans purchased by the company are still better," An Yiruo said, taking a sip and offering her opinion.

"Yi Ruo, I've noticed that you've been spending more time with President Mo lately, and you've become just as cunning as him! Did we swap genes?" Zhang Yuanyuan sat in the chair in front of An Yi Ruo's desk, propping her head up with one hand, leaning close to An Yi Ruo and asking with a curious expression.

"Boring! Time to work!"

"There are still five minutes left! Let's chat a little longer!"

"As a boss, you must lead by example! Only then will your employees be motivated to work hard and achieve their KPIs."

"See? You still say it's not a gene swap! I'll make you a workaholic too!"

"If things continue like this, I think our Onirocritie jewelry will be listed on the market very soon!" Zhang Yuanyuan gave a thumbs up!

"I need to work hard now in order to achieve the listing KPI as soon as possible."

"Great, I'm leaving now." Zhang Yuanyuan gave another thumbs up and left An Yiruo's office.

After a busy morning, An Yiruo and Zhang Yuanyuan had lunch together and discussed the brand's future development plans.

In the afternoon, the peaceful yet tense work atmosphere was broken when the assistant knocked on An Yiruo's office door.

"Mr. An, something terrible has happened!" The assistant walked in with a serious expression, holding a tablet.

"What happened? Don't rush, tell me slowly!" When An Yiruo saw that her usually composed assistant now had an unspoken seriousness on her face, she knew that Onirocritie might be in trouble.

But as a leader, she couldn't panic; she had to stabilize morale and be their pillar of support.