"You're so naughty."

As soon as Mo Jingchen finished speaking, An Yiru stuck out her tongue at him.

"Go to sleep." After covering An Yiruo with the blanket, Mo Jingchen lay down next to her, moving gently so as not to touch her wound.

After a few more days of rest, An Yiruo's injuries had almost completely healed. At the dinner table that day, An Yiruo suggested that she wanted to go back to work at the company.

"Let me rest for a while longer. There's no rush to go back to work!"

"Chen, look at me, I'm practically moldy from staying home all the time. If I don't go out soon, I'll grow hair!" An Yiruo looked at Mo Jingchen with a pitiful and aggrieved expression.

"I can't do anything with you!"

"So, you agree?" An Yiruo looked at An Yiruo with an excited expression, her eyes full of anticipation.

"I'll take you for a check-up tomorrow. The doctor said you can go back to work, so you can go."

"What? The hospital is full of your people! They do whatever you say." An Yiruo muttered under her breath as she sat sullenly in her chair, listening to Mo Jingchen's words.

"An'an, what did you say?"

“I say, your idea is really good!” An Yiruo emphasized the last two words.

"Well, if you think it's a good idea, then let's do it that way."

Mo Jingchen got up to pour water, and An Yiruo punched him from behind.

"An'an, do you want some water?" Mo Jingchen suddenly turned around, startling An Yiruo, who quickly withdrew her arm.

"Okay, I'd like some lemonade."

Would you like some ice?

"No, I want it warm."

"good."

Mo Jingchen handed the lemonade to An Yiruo: "Try it, how does it taste?"

"It's delicious! How did you come up with such a great recipe? It's just as good as the lemonade from the shops outside!" An Yiruo was amazed after taking a sip!

“An’an has forgotten that I am omnipotent.”

An Yiruo rolled her eyes at Mo Jingchen, got up from the dining table, and went to the sofa to curl up and watch a drama.

Mo Jingchen's fixed program is the daily news.

An Yiruo lay on Mo Jingchen's lap watching a drama, while Mo Jingchen sat on the sofa reading the news. The two had a clear division of labor, yet they didn't disturb each other, creating a scene of peaceful contentment...

The next morning, An Yiruo got up early: "Chen, shall we go to the hospital?"

"Um."

After breakfast, Xiao Zhang drove the car to the hospital entrance. An Yiru went to the VIP ward as usual, where a doctor came to treat her.

"Mr. Mo, Madam's injury has almost healed. As long as she doesn't engage in strenuous exercise, it won't cause any discomfort to the wound."

"Okay, I understand."

"Mr. Mo, if there are no other questions, I'll be leaving now," the doctor said respectfully.

"Thank you, doctor."

"Mr. Mo, you're too kind."

After the doctor left, An Yiruo's lips curled up slightly as she muttered to herself, "It seems he can't control everything after all."

"An'an, what are you saying?" An Yiruo's voice was too soft for Mo Jingchen to hear her for a moment.

"I said, can I go to work now, President Mo?" An Yiruo raised her head slightly and looked at Mo Jingchen with a sweet smile.

"As the doctor says," Mo Jingchen left behind three words.

“That’s fine then, let’s go home.” An Yiruo happily got up and pulled Mo Jingchen out of the hospital building.

As they stepped out of the hospital, the sunlight shone directly on An Yiruo and Mo Jingchen. The two held hands tightly, basking in the sunlight.

The weather this month is a bit chilly, but the sunshine comes at just the right time, making everyone feel warm and cozy.

Standing in the sunlight, An Yiruo took a deep breath: "Chen, do you think I've survived a great calamity and am destined for good fortune?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Go home."

After returning home, An Yiruo prepared some things she would need for work the next day. She had troubled her colleagues to share her workload these days, so she prepared some small gifts for them.

I also asked Aunt Li to make some snacks, which I'll take with me tomorrow!

"An'an, it's just a job, why are you so well prepared?" Mo Jingchen hugged An Yiruo from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder as he spoke.

“You don’t understand, these are all little tricks to win people over. After all, my colleagues have shared a lot of my workload. It’s only right and proper that I reward them.”

"Alright then," Mo Jingchen said, holding An Yiruo in his arms as he watched her prepare her things.

"Chen, I can't concentrate on preparing with you here," An Yiruo said to Mo Jingchen behind her, stopping what she was doing.

"Since you can't concentrate, then let Uncle Wang handle it." After saying that, Mo Jingchen picked up An Yiruo and carried her to the bedroom.

Back in the bedroom, he placed An Yiruo on the soft bed: "An'an, shouldn't you reward me the most?!"

Mo Jingben propped himself up on his arms, looking down at An Yiruo, looking like a wronged young lady.

"I...I'm injured!"

"The doctor said that as long as you don't do strenuous exercise, there shouldn't be any problems," Mo Jingchen whispered in An Yiruo's ear.

"Then... be careful." As soon as An Yiruo finished speaking, she looked up and kissed Mo Jingchen's lips.

As for An Yiruo's fleeting advances, Mo Jingchen quickly took the initiative. The long-lost feeling made Mo Jingchen unable to stop, so he became somewhat... unrestrained!

"Stop!" An Yiruo said angrily.

"An'an, what's wrong?"

"I have to go to work tomorrow! If this keeps up, I'll definitely be late."

"You won't get your pay docked for being late!"

Just as Mo Jingchen was about to continue, An Yiruo pushed him away: "If you continue, I'll make sure everyone sleeps on the sofa from now on! I mean it!"

Although Mo Jingchen wasn't entirely satisfied, he could only turn over and lie down beside An Yiruo, gently holding her, because An Yiruo was a little angry: "Sleep, An'an."

An Yiruo sensed that Mo Jingchen seemed a little unhappy, but she really didn't want to be late for her first day of work after being injured: "Good night."

The next day, An Yiruo was the first person to arrive at the office and neatly placed the gifts she had prepared on the desks of her colleagues.

As a result, after everyone returned to work, they received small gifts from An Yiruo and thanked her!

"Yi Ruo, your boss finally decided to let you come back to work?" Zhang Yuanyuan slid her chair over to An Yi Ruo's seat and whispered in An Yi Ruo's ear.

“Yeah, if we don’t come back soon, I’ll get moldy from staying at home!” An Yiruo said to Zhang Yuanyuan.

"Welcome back!" Zhang Yuanyuan handed An Yiruo a cup of coffee, which she had bought on her way to work.

She felt that An Yiruo needed this cup of coffee since it was her first day back at work.