After being the president's assistant for so long, he still has no sense of propriety. Do I have to tell him this myself?

"No, Mr. Ji, I understand." Han Xiao quickly moved all the luggage into the master bedroom and left just as quickly as he had been there.

He didn't take a deep breath until he stepped out the door, then patted his forehead. "Idiot! How come it took me so long to realize?"

When Ji Fuying came out after taking a shower, she found that all her luggage had been moved into Ji Yan's bedroom, and Han Xiao had already left.

She pulled her oversized bathrobe tighter around herself and tentatively asked, "Can I move back to my own room?"

“Of course,” Ji Yan said, looking at the newspaper. “I can move over to your place; it’ll be the same.”

She glared at him, then pouted helplessly, "I knew it."

She turned around and went back to the master bedroom to pack and arrange her things. Not long after, Ji Yan followed her in. "I'll do it. You go and rest first."

The next morning.

The Maybach stopped not far from the Ji Group building. Ji Yan, reluctant to part, clung to her, saying, "Yingying, it hurts me to see you trying so hard to distance yourself from me."

"I'll get out of the car now, that's all." Ji Fuying unbuckled her seatbelt and was about to open the car door.

Ji Yan pulled her back into his arms. "You'll make it up to me tonight, okay?"

A soft, seductive voice lingered in her ears, and fearing that Ji Yan might suddenly become aroused in the car, she could only nod repeatedly.

"Okay, okay, I promise you."

Ji Fuying got out of the car in a panic and headed towards the company, not noticing that a Mercedes slowed down a few paces as it passed by her.