Looking at his wife's expression, Qin Yang immediately understood her little scheme.

Instead of explaining, he walked over slowly with a mocking smile on his face.

"Hmm? Where is this sour smell in the air coming from?"

Qin Yang walked to the desk, leaned down, and almost touched Shangguan Wan's cheek, his nose filled with her pleasant fragrance.

His voice was deep and magnetic, like a feather gently brushing against Shangguan Wan's ear.

"Could it be... that our wise, powerful, and influential CEO Shangguan is jealous?"

The warm breath sprayed against her ear, causing Shangguan Wan's earlobes to turn slightly red uncontrollably.

Her heart skipped a beat, as if her secret had been exposed, but she immediately raised her beautifully shaped chin, trying her best to maintain her aloof image.

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

Shangguan Wan's eyes darted away, not daring to look directly into Qin Yang's eyes, which seemed to see right through people, but she retorted forcefully.

"I...I didn't!"

Her voice was a little higher than usual, carrying a hint of barely perceptible panic and coquettishness—a typical case of saying one thing and meaning another.

"I was just showing concern for my employee. After all, Chen Yuqi is a contracted artist of our Fengling Group. You helped her, so as her boss, shouldn't I be the one to inquire about it?"

The reason she gave was so plausible that even she herself felt it was somewhat untenable.

Qin Yang found her incredibly adorable, seeing her pretending to be nonchalant even though she was clearly deeply concerned.

He chuckled softly, a laugh filled with affection.

"Yes, yes, that's right, that's right. Our boss is always the most considerate of his subordinates."

Qin Yang followed her words, but the next second, without giving her any chance to react, he stretched out his long arm and picked her up horizontally from the chair.

"ah!"

Caught off guard, Shangguan Wan instinctively gasped and quickly wrapped her arms around Qin Yang's neck, afraid of falling.

Her body stiffened instantly, and her cheeks flushed bright red, as if they had been painted with the most vibrant rouge.

"What...what are you doing! Put me down! This is an office!"

Shangguan Wan was both ashamed and annoyed. She struggled symbolically for a moment, her voice carrying a hint of shyness and barely perceptible glee.

Although the office door was closed, it was still not good for someone to see it.

Qin Yang ignored everything else, holding the soft, fragrant woman in his arms, and strode towards the sofa in the rest area.

His arms were strong and steady, and his steps were deliberate, as if he were holding the most precious treasure in the world.

"What's wrong with the office? Is it illegal to hug your wife in her office?"

Qin Yang looked down at the woman in his arms, who was so shy she was almost burying her face in his chest, and his smile deepened.

He gently placed Shangguan Wan on the soft sofa, then leaned down and encircled her between himself and the sofa back, creating a small, airtight space.

The distance between them instantly closed, their breaths mingled, and they could clearly feel each other's heartbeats.

Shangguan Wan's heart was pounding, as if a little deer was thrashing wildly in her chest.

She could clearly see herself reflected in Qin Yang's deep eyes. Those eyes no longer held the cold indifference she displayed in front of others; instead, they were filled with tenderness and... an intense, unyielding love.

"you……"

Just as Shangguan Wan was about to say something more, Qin Yang gently pressed her lips with his fingers.

"Shh..."

Qin Yang's gaze was like the finest wine, capable of easily intoxicating one.

"Don't speak, let me take a good look at you."

His fingers glide across her smooth forehead, brushing aside a stray hair from her temple, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a rare treasure.

Shangguan Wan felt a little embarrassed by his gaze and turned her face slightly away, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly, forming a sweet curve.

In fact, she knew very well that Qin Yang was devoted to her.

Jealousy is nothing more than a little bit of fun between couples, a touch of bittersweetness that actually proves how much they care about each other.

It wasn't that she didn't trust Qin Yang.

This man has weathered countless storms and faced countless temptations; his willpower is far stronger than most people can imagine.

Moreover, she has absolute self-confidence.

Whether it's her appearance, her abilities, or the foundation of her relationship with Qin Yang, she believes that she is a unique existence in his life.

That little bit of "sourness" just now was more like a way of being coquettish, a kind of girlish behavior that she would only show in front of her closest people.

Feeling the warmth of Qin Yang's fingertips and that tenderness, Shangguan Wan's last bit of awkwardness completely vanished, leaving only sweetness and peace of mind.

She stopped dodging, turned her head to meet Qin Yang's gaze, stretched out her arms, and took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck, gently pressing her cheek against his chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

"Hmph, at least you still have some conscience."

Her voice was muffled, with a lazy nasal tone, like a satiated kitten being affectionate.

Qin Yang chuckled softly, embracing his beloved wife tightly in his arms, savoring the warmth and tenderness that belonged only to him.

In the office, only the even breathing of the two people and the faint background noise of the city outside the window could be heard.

Warm and tranquil.

The two embraced quietly, enjoying this rare moment alone together. Their hearts were already in sync, needing no words.

A sweet atmosphere fermented and warmed in the air...

After cuddling for a while, Shangguan Wan remembered that she still had work to finish, so she gently nudged Qin Yang.

"Alright, stop fooling around, I still have documents to review."

Although she said that, she couldn't hide the smile in her eyes.

Qin Yang reluctantly let go of her, and then helped her tidy up her slightly messy hair and collar.

"Alright, we won't disturb our busy CEO Shangguan any longer."

He stood up, regaining some of his usual composure, but the gentleness in his eyes remained.

Shangguan Wan gave him a reproachful look, sat back down at her desk, picked up the documents, but found that her mind was still a little unsettled, and the excitement from before had not completely subsided.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to concentrate, but her gaze couldn't help but drift towards the man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to her, gazing at the night view.

His back was as straight as a pine tree, and even when he was just standing quietly, he exuded a powerful aura that made people feel at ease.

It's so good to have him by my side.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere at the Sun family's old residence in the capital was completely different from the warm and cozy atmosphere on the top floor of the Fengling Group.

This is a vast Chinese courtyard, with pavilions and towers, simple yet grand, exuding understated luxury and profound cultural heritage.

But tonight, this profound depth was shrouded in an extremely oppressive and gloomy atmosphere.

In the brightly lit main hall, the mahogany furniture gleamed with a cold, hard luster.