Although Gu Xingyuan interrupted their conversation, it was clear that Shen Jiazhou's temper had been calmed down.

Gu Xingyuan, standing behind him, couldn't help but click his tongue. How come his anger subsided so quickly today? And there were zero injuries.

Can Can was led forward by her aunt and uncle, and she didn't forget to turn back and say, "Uncle Xingyuan, if you don't hurry, you'll get lost!"

"Don't worry, Xiao Bao, Uncle is right behind you." Gu Xingyuan immediately beamed with joy.

Can Can has him in her heart!

The group arrived at the track that Gu Xingyuan had booked. Can Can looked at the huge track and couldn't help but exclaim "Wow!"

Gu Xingyuan said, "Come on, Xiaobao, Uncle will take you to change your clothes. The photographer is ready and will take some super handsome pictures of you!"

Can Can looked up at her aunt and then at her uncle.

Wen Shuqiao released his hand: "Go."

Can Can then happily took Gu Xingyuan's hand and went to the changing room.

A chair was set up nearby for people to rest. Wen Shuqiao went over and sat down. After being busy for so long, she could finally sit quietly for a while.

Shen Jiazhou sat down next to her, glancing towards the changing room as he asked, "Want to play?"

Wen Shuqiao shook her head: "I'm not playing, I'll just sit for a while."

Remembering Gu Xingyuan's suggestion that Shen Jiazhou run a couple of laps to relax, she said, "Go ahead and have fun. It's not easy to get out and relax."

Whether in the novel or now, Shen Jiazhou's workaholic nature is undeniable. These days, he only relaxes occasionally because of Can Can.

But she heard from Xiao Miao that Shen Jiazhou sometimes replied to emails in the middle of the night.

Being a CEO isn't easy.

Stripped of their glamorous identities, they are still just ordinary working people at heart.

Shen Jiazhou didn't answer her question, but instead asked, "How's your hand?"

Wen Shuqiao straightened her arms a little, and her sleeves slid up as she moved, revealing her wrists. Except for the bandages, the redness and swelling on her wrists had subsided a lot, but the scratches were still visible.

She didn't react much: "It will disappear in another hour or two."

Wen Shuqiao lowered her hand and tugged at her sleeve to cover the scar with her clothes, otherwise Can Can would drop her little pearls if she saw it.

The two sat side by side on a bench, quietly waiting for Gu Xingyuan and Cancan to come out of the dressing room.

After a while, Wen Shuqiao heard Shen Jiazhou ask, "Did you always get injured before?"

"It's alright," Wen Shuqiao answered subconsciously, only realizing something was off after she finished speaking.

She paused for a moment, then added, "Isn't it normal to bump into things and get hurt occasionally? Haven't you ever experienced that?"

Shen Jiazhou's gaze had actually been fixed on Wen Shuqiao the whole time, and he had even caught a glimpse of the fleeting expression on her face earlier.

Was she a little flustered just now?

What is she panicking about?

Just then, Wen Shuqiao turned her head and looked at him: "Hmm?"

She seemed to be waiting for his answer.

Shen Jiazhou snapped out of his daze and said, "Normally not."

Wen Shuqiao said, "That's true, the Shen family should protect you very well."

Shen Jiazhou smiled dismissively and said softly, "Surveillance doesn't count."

Wen Shuqiao only glanced at him, but she already knew from Shen Jiazhou's attitude that the Shen family might not be as good as in the novel.

But hearing this sentence out of the blue still made me frown.

After much thought, she still felt that the reason Wen Zhixia and her husband kept it a secret from everyone was likely because of the Shen family.

However, Shen Jiazhou doesn't like to talk about the Shen family, and what she just said was just a test.

Surveillance?

Wen Shuqiao's mind was racing, but she suppressed her urge to ask more questions.

She leaned back in her chair, her arms crossed in front of her. After thinking for a moment, she took out the longevity lock again: "President Chen, how about I arrange something for you?"

"What?" Shen Jiazhou pulled himself out of his vexation. Wen Shuqiao reached out her hand, and the longevity lock lay quietly in her palm.

"When she took it out, it was at the very bottom of the box, and it was a bit dirty. Mr. Shen, could you take some time to clean it? After all, Can Can will be wearing it all the time."

Shen Jiazhou raised his hand: "Okay."

Her well-defined fingers reached for the longevity lock, but her fingertips accidentally touched Wen Shuqiao's warm palm.

He unconsciously tightened his grip on the longevity lock, pulling it back into his palm.

Wen Shuqiao didn't notice his little actions and continued, "Don't tell Cancan before it's clean. Give him a surprise."

Shen Jiazhou hummed in agreement. He lowered his head slightly, looked at the longevity lock in his palm, and then carefully placed it inside his suit lining.

"Auntie! Uncle!"

Can Can's incredibly loud voice rang out in the arena as he ran over in his racing suit, followed by Gu Xingyuan, who was carrying a helmet of one large and one small.

Cancan ran up to them with a big smile and immediately jumped into Wen Shuqiao's arms. He looked up and asked, "Auntie, Auntie, is it pretty?"

The racing suit is predominantly red, occasionally accented with white stripes, and most importantly, features an embroidered racing car on the chest.

Wen Shuqiao raised her hand and smoothed his hair: "You're so handsome, baby. How can there be such a handsome baby?"

Can Can chuckled, then buried her face in her arms, a little embarrassed, as the baby was blushing from the praise!

Shen Jiazhou reached out and pulled him out of Wen Shuqiao's arms: "You only have eyes for your aunt, don't you?"

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