Shen Jiazhou released his wrist, looking like he had no other choice: "I know, I know."

Wen Shuqiao led Cancan by the hand toward the children's room. Shen Jiazhou first watched their figures, but his gaze finally fell on Wen Shuqiao's back.

He's completely bewitched...

What did he just instinctively reach out to do?

Shen Jiazhou lowered his eyes, looked at his hands, pursed his lips, and slapped them with his other hand, but he didn't control the force well and gasped again.

He walked towards his master bedroom while shaking his hand.

*

After he finished showering, he draped a dry towel over his head, frantically rubbed his head twice with one hand, and pushed open the door to the children's room with the other.

Wen Shuqiao was sitting on the edge of the bed reading a story to Cancan when she heard the door open. She turned around, made a shushing gesture, and whispered, "She just fell asleep."

Shen Jiazhou tiptoed over to the bedside and, sure enough, saw Cancan fast asleep in the warm bed.

Wen Shuqiao placed the storybook on the bedside table, got up, tucked him in, and finally pulled up the railing.

She said, "Let's go."

Shen Jiazhou nodded, and the two left the children's room. Wen Shuqiao followed behind, turned off the light, and slowly closed the door.

After closing the door, Wen Shuqiao's tone became more normal. She asked, "Are you going to the company very early tomorrow too?"

Shen Jiazhou dried his hair a couple more times, then draped the towel over his shoulder: "Yeah, I'll be working overtime these next few days. The company has its annual party at the end of the month, so you can bring Can Can over to play then."

"Okay." Wen Shuqiao nodded and said, "Then you should get some rest. I'll go upstairs now."

Shen Jiazhou nodded, watching Wen Shuqiao's figure, then remembered something, took a few steps after her and said, "By the way, I had a designer design a few different interior design styles, would you like to take a look?"

Wen Shuqiao stopped and turned around, saying, "So fast?"

She'd only bought the house a few days ago when Shen Jiazhou said, "It's already getting late, do you want to take a look?"

"Yes, I saw it," Wen Shuqiao said.

Shen Jiazhou opened the briefcase he had casually placed on the sofa when he returned and took out the notebook inside.

He turned to look at Wen Shuqiao, and before he could even speak, Wen Shuqiao had already come over and sat down.

Shen Jiazhou sat down next to him, placed his computer on the coffee table, quickly unlocked it, and opened the files on the desktop.

He said, "You can take a closer look. If you don't like it, I'll have them make a few more. I'm going to get my hair done first."

"Okay." Wen Shuqiao's attention was already on the computer.

Shen Jiazhou's gaze fell on her profile, but he quickly looked away and got up to return to the master bedroom.