Meng Zhaojun escorted Shen Beian to the president's office and knocked on the door. "President, the gentleman has arrived."

The door opened, and Gu Nanyan came out personally. "Zhaojun, you're going to eat too." He took one of Shen Bei'an's hands and used the other to take the lunchbox.

"Yes." Meng Zhaojun nodded and left.

Gu Nanyan pulled her into his office, where she was dressed in a traditional Chinese style, which Shen Bei'an quite liked.

"Feel free to wander around if you want; there's a rest room inside." He opened the red sandalwood tea table with the lunchbox, showing no surprise at the dishes on it.

These were all foods that Shen Bei'an liked to eat. Gu Nan'an didn't have any particular favorites. He had been with Shen Bei'an since childhood and was used to Shen Bei'an's tastes.

While she was unpacking her lunchbox, Shen Bei'an casually glanced around. Sure enough, the house was decorated like the original owner's.

Well, things are about to get out of control again.

She ran over and hugged Gu Nanyan, saying, "Your office is so boring, let me decorate it for you." It was a direct statement.

"Okay, let's eat first." Gu Nanyan replied softly, pulling Shen Bei'an to sit down.

As Shen Beian ate his meal, he was still thinking about how to bring it up; this was proving to be a bit difficult.

Gu Nanyan seemed to have figured it out. "What's wrong? Is there something you want to tell me?" His voice was as clear and gentle as ever, without any commanding tone, only a touch of softness.

This was completely different from her conversation with Meng Zhaojun.

Shen Bei'an was a little speechless. Gu Nan'an picked up a piece of braised pork for him and asked with even more affection, "An'an?"

Shen Bei'an looked up and met those phoenix eyes full of doting affection.

Somewhat flustered, to be honest, Shen Beian was really just a lazy rich kid who didn't like to go out and had met even fewer women.

Although many women are eager to marry him, they have never met anyone like Gu Nanyan before.

She seems to never get angry, always so peaceful and calm.

It makes me really want to see her go crazy and furious.

"I'm eating! Don't bother me!" He didn't respond!

He wanted to say, "Could you be more proactive in the future? I think we can slowly cultivate our relationship since we'll be spending the rest of our lives together."

Even someone with a pleasant voice wouldn't like to hear that tone. Sure enough, Gu Nanyan's eyes dimmed slightly, but recovered in an instant, as if he had gotten used to it.

"Okay." She didn't say another word, just ate her own food, occasionally handing him some dishes.

no…

Shen Beian wanted to say something, but he couldn't open his mouth no matter what he did.

He felt he understood why Gu Nanyan had stopped caring about the original owner in the end; he guessed it was because he had accumulated enough disappointment.

A relationship requires effort and maintenance from both parties.

Gu Nanyan wanted the two of them to cultivate their relationship properly, even if it was an arranged marriage, since they would be spending their lives together in the future.

But Chen Bei'an is different; his world consists only of himself, his family, and his friends.

As for Gu Nanyan, he never seemed to be considered one of his own people; he was always used as a tool.

That's not right. Although Shen Bei'an is pretentious, he would never do something like that.

Unless there's some hidden reason.

After finishing the meal, Shen Beian left in a hurry without even having a chance to say anything.

The lunchbox was naturally left behind.

Gu Nanyan leaned back on the sofa, covered his face with his hand, and sighed deeply.

"President, the gentleman was driving your Bugatti Veyron today." Meng Zhaojun naturally saw Shen Beian off.

"Yeah, he probably just grabbed the key randomly." Otherwise, how could he have driven her car?

"Go and find out what's been going on with him these past few days." Although his tone and attitude hadn't changed, Gu Nanyan still felt that something was off.

"Yes." Meng Zhaojun nodded, then hesitated, "President, you..."

"It's alright, go out." His voice was a little hoarse, and his hand was clenched into a fist, with several crescent-shaped marks on his palm and even bleeding.

"yes."

Gu Nanyan got up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, watching the Bugatti Veyron drive away. He traced his finger on the windowpane, his eyes deep and unfathomable.