"Mr. Mo, put me down, you can leave now."

Seeing that Mo Jingcheng had entered the bedroom and showed no intention of leaving, An Yiruo spoke up to remind him.

"It's fine to let Miss An down, but it'll save time if the two of them shower together."

“Mr. Mo, I’m not used to showering with other people.”

"It's alright, Miss An will get used to it."

After Mo Jingchen finished speaking, he reached out to take the buttons off his shirt, one, two... until his muscular chest was revealed.

"Mr. Mo, stop." An Yiruo looked at the scene in front of her, afraid that if it continued, she would get a nosebleed.

"Miss An, we've been married for so long, why are you still so shy? Besides, haven't you already seen and used me before?" Mo Jingchen's hands didn't stop moving, and his words were also very seductive.

"Is turning the lights on the same as turning them off?" An Yiruo whispered.

"Miss An, do you need my help?" Mo Jingchen suddenly asked An Yiruo.

"No, no, no, that's not necessary."

Mo Jingchen watched as An Yiru shook her head like a rattle drum and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He then picked up An Yiruo and carried her toward the enormous bathtub.

"Mr. Mo, please put me down, my clothes..."

"It's okay, I'll take it off later."

And so, An Yiruo was carried into the bathtub by Mo Jingchen, and her clothes were gradually removed under his clutches...

When An Yiruo came out of the bathroom again, she had no strength left and could only lean on Mo Jingchen's arms.

"Miss An, your physical condition is too poor; you need to exercise more."

“Mr. Mo, it’s your fault for being too weak, not my fault for being too strong,” An Yiruo whispered in Mo Jingchen’s arms.

An Yiruo, nestled in Mo Jingchen's arms, couldn't help but blush as she recalled the scene in the bathroom.

Mo Jingchen gently placed An Yiruo on the bed, and then An Yiruo said, "Good night, Mr. Mo."

Even after she finished speaking, Mo Jingchen did not turn over to lie down properly, but continued to prop himself up and look at her.

"Mr. Mo?"

"Miss An just said that I am physically strong, so I must live up to Miss An's praise."

After saying that, Mo Jingchen kissed An Yiruo's lips directly, giving her no chance to refuse.

An Yiruo twisted her body and patted Mo Jingchen's chest with her small hands, but in Mo Jingchen's eyes, this little bit of force was like a kitten scratching an itch.

Soon, An Yiruo succumbed again. That night, Mo Jingchen seemed tireless, tormenting An Yiruo many times until she cried out, "Husband, please let me go."

Mo Jingchen then let her go and held her as they fell asleep.

An Yiruo's eyelids had been drooping for a while, and she fell asleep the moment Mo Jingchen let go of her.

"Goodnight, my wife," Mo Jingchen said, looking at An Yiruo's sleeping face and kissing her forehead.

"Honey, shouldn't we exchange contact information?"

"Mmm," An Yiruo responded in her sleep.

Mo Jingchen quickly picked up An Yiruo's phone from the bedside table, added her phone number, and saved it as "husband".

At the same time, he added her on WeChat. After seeing that everything was added, he happily held her and fell asleep.

The two-day holiday came to an end just like that. When An Yiru woke up the next day, she felt as if her whole body had been run over, and she was sore and weak all over.

But this Mo Jingchen doesn't seem to understand how to cherish a woman at all. Even though she's in this state, she hasn't missed a single lesson today.

She attended every class scheduled, to the point that An Yiruo kept yawning during class. Eventually, the teacher couldn't stand it anymore and had to end the get out of class early.

After class, An Yiruo had no appetite for lunch and just wanted to go upstairs to catch up on sleep.

“Master, Master, the phone is ringing…” An Yiruo heard her phone ring and saw that the caller ID showed “Husband”.

But she... clearly didn't save that phone number!

"Hello," An Yiruo answered the call, greeting him politely.

"Miss An, I heard from Uncle Wang that you didn't eat lunch today. Was the food not to your liking?"

"No, I'm just tired and want to sleep."

"Miss An, are you feeling unwell? I'll have Xiao Zhang take you to the hospital for a check-up this afternoon."

"No need, I'll be fine after a good night's sleep. It's just that last night... um... I was too tired."

"Yes, Miss An, please get some rest."

Just as Mo Jingchen was about to hang up, An Yiruo said on the other end of the phone, "Mr. Mo, what's wrong with my phone's caller ID?"

“Miss An agreed to it herself last night. I only saved my phone number after Miss An agreed.”

"Did I agree to that myself?" An Yiruo was skeptical. She had personally agreed to save Mo Jingchen's phone number as her husband's.

"It was Miss An who personally agreed. Miss An was too tired last night, so I did whatever she said."

An Yiruo couldn't quite remember what she had said last night because she was too tired.

"Alright. I won't bother Mr. Mo any longer," An Yiruo said, then hung up the phone.

Mo Jingchen stared at the phone after hanging up, then stared at it for a long time, a smile still playing on his lips. He didn't even notice when his assistant, Zhou, came in.

"President," Assistant Zhou coughed, standing behind Mo Jingchen.

Mo Jingchen turned his head upon hearing the sound, simultaneously suppressing his emotions and adopting his usual icy expression.

When Assistant Zhou came in, he could clearly sense that his boss was in a good mood. How come he immediately returned to his original state as soon as he opened his mouth?

"What's up."

"Here are a few documents that you need to sign."

"Put it here."

"By the way, President, you have a business dinner with Mr. Lin from the Lin Group tonight, at 7:30 pm."

"Push it for me," Mo Jingchen said, tapping the table with his pen as he sat in his leather chair.

"Yes, President." Assistant Zhou was about to leave when Mo Jingchen called him back.

"Which restaurants in City A are popular with girls?"

"Hot pot and barbecue are the top choices for girls."

"Make a reservation for me later, at a hot pot restaurant," Mo Jingchen said.

"Okay, Mr. President. I know a popular hot pot restaurant with great ratings."

"Let's go with this place, and set the date for 6:30 tonight."

"Yes, President." After coming out, Assistant Zhou immediately took out his phone, opened the review app, and booked a two-person table with the restaurant.

After making the reservation, the restaurant information was sent to the owner's mobile phone.

“Master, Master, the phone is ringing…” An Yiruo, who was sleeping, searched for her phone with her eyes closed.

The phone kept ringing, but I couldn't find it.

An Yiruo was a little angry. She sat up, lifted the blanket, and found that her phone was hidden under the blanket.

An Yiruo felt both annoyed and amused.

Seeing "husband" on the caller ID felt really strange...