He came to pick her up from get off work.

When you wake up in the morning, you open your eyes and see the ceiling, thinking you're still in your own bed. But when you get up and look around, you realize that none of the things around you are familiar. You tap your head and then you remember that you've moved into your fiancé's house.

As soon as I got out of bed and went out to wash up, a strong smell of soy milk mixed with a faint, almost undetectable smell of toast wafted towards me. It smelled so good, and my stomach was already protesting.

After washing up, you see Chen Peiyuan carrying a plate to the dining table. It contains bacon and toast, with salad dressing on the surface. It has been cut into three equal portions. Next to the toast are a few small shrimp and a cup of soy milk. The enticing aroma wafts to your nose and awakens your taste buds.

Chen Peiyuan pulled out a seat and looked at you. After you sat down, he placed breakfast in front of you, along with cutlery. Finally, he sat down opposite you, smiling and inviting you to try his cooking.

You gladly accepted his service; after all, you've always enjoyed such services, from small things like clothing coordination to big things like travel arrangements.

You just didn't expect Chen Peiyuan to make breakfast at home. After all, you're usually too busy to eat breakfast, and a cup of coffee is usually enough. You thought he would do the same.

Now, having breakfast made by Chen Peiyuan gives me a sense of absurdity, like the enemy you fought so hard against is living a life of luxury on your turf.

Chen Peiyuan placed the fried egg in front of you, saying that you could put it between the toast and bacon or eat it alone.

If you choose to sandwich it inside and take a bite, you can feel the aroma of toast and bacon mixed with the creaminess of salad dressing bursting out the moment it enters your mouth. After chewing a couple of times and swallowing, the aftertaste is endless, and you can't help but keep eating.

Looking at the sliced ​​toast in your hand, you were surprised that such a simple piece of toast could be made so delicious. You couldn't help but look up at Chen Peiyuan across from you, who was elegantly squeezing salad dressing onto the bacon. When you came down, the toast was neatly divided and evenly placed on the table. The portion was a bit large, so you assumed it was for everyone to share. But it turned out it was just for you alone.

As if sensing your gaze, Chen Peiyuan looked up at you, holding up a small slice of freshly cut toast and smiling. You immediately looked away, picked up your soy milk, drank it all in one gulp, and put it down. The bottle hit the table with a crisp "thud," loud enough for both of you to hear. The scene fell silent for a moment. You felt awkward and didn't know what to do to break the silence. Just then, you seemed to hear laughter coming from across the table. You immediately stood up, grabbed the clothes draped over your back, pushed back your chair, and said, "I'm done eating, I'm going to the company now," before heading towards the door.

"Lanlan," a male voice called out. Chen Peiyuan called you. You tried to pretend you didn't hear him and keep walking, but he called twice more. Now you couldn't pretend you didn't hear him anymore. You stopped and turned to him. Chen Peiyuan stood up. His white loungewear was loosely draped over his body. Somehow, one of the top buttons was missing, and the collar uncontrollably spread open to the sides, revealing the skin on Chen Peiyuan's chest. Below his fair collarbone, there were large patches of smooth, shiny skin. You didn't expect his skin to be in such good condition, like a woman's face. You wondered if it was just your imagination, but you felt it getting closer and closer to you.

"Lanlan, are you listening to me?" A smiling face suddenly appeared in front of you, startling you so much that you took a step back and almost lost your balance. Chen Peiyuan quickly grabbed you and asked, "Lanlan, are you alright?"

You stopped and shook your head, only to find that his hand was still holding yours. His large hand, without any clothing to prevent it from touching, gripped your arm tightly, his palm pressed firmly against your forearm. It was warm and hot, a heat source different from your body temperature, so hot that you quickly shook off his hand and took a step back to stop.

You feel the atmosphere is a bit strange. Your face feels hot for some reason, and your whole body feels like it's on fire. It's so hot that you can't stay in the same room with him anymore. You give him a few perfunctory replies and can't wait to go out for some fresh air. The moment you close the door, you don't see the instant he looks at you, but the corners of his eyes seem to be red.

Animals will rebel when they are oppressed for a long time, let alone humans. The longer they are suppressed, the greater the power they will unleash. But right now, all you want to do is escape the suffocating atmosphere inside the door.

"Mr. Chen, is there anything else that needs to be adjusted?"

Only then did you see Xiao Li standing in front of the general manager's desk with a document, reporting its contents to you and waiting for your approval.

Didn't you hear me? You've been daydreaming again. How many times have you been daydreaming like this? It seems like it's been like this since this morning. This isn't like you usually do.

Xiao Li pushed the document forward to show you again. You took it as if to hide it, casually flipped through a couple of pages, pointed to the data on one page, and asked him how it was derived.

Xiao Li helplessly pushed up his glasses and repeated himself. He had already said this just now, but there was nothing he could do. The boss was the boss, and the lowly employees would come online to answer.

You could see Xiao Li's helplessness. The documents were fine, so you quickly signed them and let him leave.

Xiao Li left with the documents, leaving you sitting in your boss's chair. In this situation, you're unable to work properly. Your gaze unconsciously lingers on a green plant beside the door, your mind drifting back to Chen Peiyuan you saw before leaving this morning. He remained motionless the moment you shook off his hand; you saw him looking down at his right hand. At the time, you were determined not to be in this atmosphere, but now, thinking back, he seemed a little sad? You can't imagine him being sad. Every time you see him, he's always smiling—smiling when happy, smiling when angry, smiling even when playing pranks. Even after she swindled hundreds of millions from him, he never changed his expression. You even thought he was heartless and only knew how to smile. You find this thought amusing, but then again, you were definitely wrong. So, what should you do?

You feel a bit lost. You've never encountered this situation before, and even when your friend holds your hand like this, you don't feel that way. It feels like your heart is about to jump out of your chest. You don't know how to deal with it, and you don't want this feeling to affect your normal work performance.

You take out your phone and dial a number.

The other end answered quickly, and the noisy sound came through the receiver. You remembered that your friend was probably still shopping at the mall at this time.

"Hello, honey, why are you calling me at this hour? Shouldn't this be the time when Lanlan is working diligently? Oh right, show me a different style of these shoes. Lanlan skipped work today, which isn't like her at all." Your friend's cheerful voice is like a gentle breeze that dispels a trace of your worries.

"I'm at work, but I've run into a problem that I want to talk to you about, and I'd like to know how you would solve it," you said seriously to your friend, holding your phone.

Your friend knows more about men than you do. In your area of ​​ignorance about relationships, her experience makes her a relationship guru. After all, no one can have dated more than a dozen boyfriends while still in school. You could call her fickle, but she was serious and devoted in every relationship. You could also call her loyal, but she could immediately jump into the next relationship and be passionate about it.

Your friend was startled by your serious words and sat up straight. "Stop, stop, stop. I'll look at it later. Lanlan, you're making it sound so serious. I don't know anything about work. You know me. If you ask a man, I'm second to none."

"It's not that serious. This morning, a friend told me that she and her fiancé had a fight over something trivial. It seems to be her fault, and she wants to make amends but doesn't know how." You immediately comfort your friend, but don't want to tell her yourself, so you resort to the "I have a friend" tactic.

"Oh, so that's what it is. No problem, no problem. But I didn't know Lanlan could be troubled by things other than work. I didn't expect to have such a friend. I'll get jealous!" Your friend's teasing voice came through. She meant to make fun of you, but her teasing had no effect on you.

"Okay, Lanlan, I'll tell you you can do it like this..."

A few minutes later, you hung up the phone, stared at the order page on your phone, and fell silent.

My friend's confident words were still echoing in my mind: "Lanlan, just trust me. Do you think my experience of the past ten years has been for nothing? Do as I say, and I guarantee you'll make him very happy."

Chen Peiyuan isn't an ordinary man, is he? Won't this cause any problems?

But it's better than having no solution at all, so you start working with this temporary sense of relief.

Once you're engrossed in your work, you lose track of time until Xiao Li knocks on the door and says Chen Peiyuan has arrived. You look up in confusion and see that it's already 7 o'clock. But what's he doing here at this hour?

"Is there anything I can do for you?" The two companies don't have any projects that they need to compete for or cooperate on, and they don't usually have any contact. You can't think of anything that would make him come in person.

"I'll pick you up from get off work for dinner. I told you this morning, and you agreed."

He pushed open the office door and walked in, holding a bouquet of white roses. He stood in front of you, talking as he approached, his voice gradually fading as he looked at the desk, his eyelashes trembling occasionally.

He looked so wronged, and you felt guilty and didn't dare look at his approaching face. You could only turn your head to look out the window. It was pitch black outside, with only the exterior lights of the building next door casting a soft white glow. You were already feeling guilty because you had been scared off by his good looks that morning and had pulled away from him, which had led to an awkward situation. You didn't expect that the topic he brought up that morning was this issue, and you had even vaguely agreed to it. This made you feel guilty, as you had little conscience left.

"Ah, ah, I know, I was just busy and forgot. I remember, I remember. Wait a moment, I'll pack up and leave." You took the opportunity to stand up, leaving his semi-encirclement of you, and excused yourself to pack your things and took several steps to the side. You don't know why, but since this morning, you haven't been able to accept Chen Peiyuan getting close. As soon as he gets close, your heart beats faster, thumping as if it's about to jump out of your chest. You touched your chest to calm yourself down.

"No rush, it's good that Lanlan remembers. I can wait for Lanlan. I'll help pack my things too." Chen Peiyuan straightened up and looked at you with a smile, taking your blazer and bag by hand and sitting on the sofa.

You quickly packed your things, took the items from his hand, and walked out. It was already dark outside the office, except for your own office where the light was still on. Most of the people in the company had already left work. It was the off-season for the company, and most employees left on time. However, during the peak season, there weren't many complaints about working overtime, as they were paid triple wages.

It was almost 9 p.m. when we arrived at the entrance of the community after dinner. Chen Peiyuan suggested that we get out of the car and take a walk home to digest our food. There were two rows of trees at the entrance of the community, with a path in the middle. The trees were dense, and when the evening breeze blew, the branches danced and the leaves clung to each other. As you and Chen Peiyuan walked below, it was so quiet that you could only hear the sound of your two footsteps.

The surroundings are quiet, and a gust of wind carries one or two short bird calls into your ears, like a lullaby that allows you to relax briefly. You feel your heart calm and peaceful, so comfortable that you want to lie down and never get up again.

"Why is there a bouquet of flowers in our house?" Chen Peiyuan looked at the large bouquet of 999 red roses at the door in surprise. It looked like a huge red sea of ​​flowers placed in front of the door. He then looked at you.

"Yes, I bought this especially for you. This morning when I almost fell, you were trying to help me, but I deliberately shook off your hand. It was my fault, I'm sorry." You were a little embarrassed and didn't dare to look at Chen Peiyuan, so you just stared at the road beneath your feet.

"Who says men don't like women giving them flowers? Even though it's mostly men who give us flowers, they still need to be pampered! So, Lanlan, it's the safest bet for us to give him flowers. If he receives a bouquet from Lanlan, he'll be happy for three days and three nights straight, and he won't have the heart to be angry with you at all." Your friend said this while getting her nails done, then admired the manicure she had just completed on one hand.

So sending roses shouldn't be a problem, you thought, staring at the ribbon on your dress.

"Lanlan, thank you. I really like you. I will never be angry with you."

He holds a large bouquet of roses, looking at you gently with a faint smile. In the moonlight, the red roses make his face appear fair and radiant, like an elf that only comes out at night. A little later, he will flutter his invisible wings and leave.

The first time you heard Chen Peiyuan speak like this, his voice was soft and gentle, as sweet as honey.

You awkwardly touched your nose, strode forward, tossed out a "Whatever you like" and hurried into the room.