The temperature inside the car was just right. Wen Yixing lowered her head and rapidly tapped her fingers on her phone.

With the shift in work priorities, there are many things that need to be addressed.

Shen Jingshao did not speak or disturb her.

When Wen Yixing was almost done with her work, she looked up and looked at Shen Jingshao with a hint of confusion.

Shen Jingshao noticed her gaze and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Wen Yixing asked softly, "Aren't you busy with work?"

Fang Shiyan used to be so busy that he would work overtime at home until late at night, and he rarely had time to relax.

Shen Jingshao's company is theoretically larger than Fang Shiyan's company, and should have more to do.

But ever since she got to know Shen Jingshao, she always felt that Shen Jingshao wasn't as busy as she had imagined.

Like today, he got off work earlier than her.

"I've been doing alright lately, not too busy." After a few seconds of eye contact, Shen Jingshao seemed to understand what she was thinking.

Shen Jingshao lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Some people are just incompetent, that's why they act so busy."

Seeing his slightly serious expression, Wen Yixing couldn't help but smile. She nodded, "Yes, you're right."

Shen Jingshao: "Are you done with your work?"

Wen Yixing looked up at him: "Finished with work?"

Shen Jingshao took a black box from the side, placed it on the small table in front of Wen Yixing, and opened it.

Inside is a crepe-shaped taro cake.

As soon as she opened it, Wen Yixing smelled a fragrant creamy aroma.

Wen Yixing looked at the small cake; it was from a dessert brand she had never tried before.

The cake was beautifully packaged, and even the little forks inside were gorgeous.

Why did you buy this?

"I was worried you'd be hungry after get off work, so I bought you a small cake." Shen Jingshao handed her a fork. "Want to try some?"

Wen Yixing took the fork and took a bite.

The mini cakes have a rich flavor, the cream melts in your mouth, and the sweetness is just right.

Wen Yixing was somewhat amazed. She looked at Shen Jingshao and said, "It's delicious."

Her beautiful eyes widened slightly, looking strangely adorable. Shen Jingshao smiled and asked, "Really?"

Wen Yixing nodded, then reached for a clean fork next to her and handed it to Shen Jingshao: "Hmm, would you like to try some?"

Shen Jingshao was wearing a black shirt today, with the cuffs slightly rolled up to reveal his wristwatch, giving him an innate air of nobility.

In Wen Yixing's memory, Shen Jingshao probably didn't like sweets very much.

Sure enough, although Shen Jingshao took the fork from her, he didn't eat it. He looked at her and said softly, "I've already eaten."

Wen Yixing smiled and said softly, "Okay, then I'll eat it myself."

"It was originally for you." Shen Jingshao's gaze never left her. Seeing her smile, a smile unconsciously appeared in his eyes as well. "I've also prepared the child's share."

After listening to him, Wen Yixing noticed that there was an unopened box next to her.

Wen Yixing paused slightly, then subconsciously said, "Okay, thank you."

Words of thanks slipped out unconsciously. Wen Yixing lowered her head to eat her cake, but after taking two bites, she realized something was wrong.

She slowly looked up at Shen Jingshao, just as the car entered the tunnel.

In the dim light, Wen Yixing seemed to sense that Shen Jingshao was watching her, and he seemed a little unhappy about it.

Wen Yixing remained silent for a few seconds.

Then, she hesitated and quietly reached out her hand.

My hand moved just a little bit and touched the back of his hand.

The next second, her hand was grabbed by Shen Jingshao.

His palms were warmer than hers, and Wen Yixing inexplicably felt a little hot.

However, she did not move, letting him hold her hand.

In the quiet car, Wen Yixing looked up at him, and when she saw that he was looking at her, she whispered, "Look down."

Shen Jingshao obediently lowered his head.

Wen Yixing leaned on his shoulder: "Um, I take back what I just said, okay?"

Shen Jingshao: "Hmm?"

Wen Yixing laughed: "I won't thank you."

The carriage was still pitch black. Shen Jingshao was close by, and Wen Yixing wanted to look up to see his expression.

Wen Yixing couldn't see his expression, but she heard him laugh.

"Okay, I like you. No need to thank me."

There was a driver ahead of them, and Shen Jingshao spoke in a very low voice as well.

His voice was already pleasant to listen to, but now it sounds even more soothing.

Being so close, Wen Yixing could even feel his breath.

My heart felt tingly and numb.

This was the first time she had ever felt this way.

Wen Yixing's fingers tightened, and she looked away from him.

As the car left the tunnel, it was brightly lit.

Wen Yixing resumed her normal sitting posture, glanced at Shen Jingshao, and said nothing.

Shen Jingshao took advantage of the situation and gently squeezed her fingers, his gaze fixed on her profile.

Despite knowing him for so long, she never let him meet her family or friends.

Occasionally, she would show signs of distance from him.

He knew that she had been hurt in her heart, so naturally she wouldn't open her heart to people so quickly.

But it's okay, he can wait.

Now she occasionally jokes with him and is willing to smile at him.

These are all good signs.