The two met twice during the hospitalization.

The first time, Wen Yiru said she had changed her mind and would not cancel the engagement, and asked Fu Huaizhi to give her some more time.

Before leaving, she said she would come to see him again in two days.

Two days passed in a flash, and when the agreed time came, Wen Yiru still hadn't shown up. Fu Huaizhi knew that he had been deceived again.

Filled with depression and anger that he shouldn't have believed her, Fu Huaizhi didn't even know when he fell asleep. He only knew that when he woke up in the middle of the night, Wen Yiru was lying beside his bed.

The cool moonlight shone through the transparent glass window. The already beautiful woman no longer had the lethal brightness and flamboyance she had during the day, but instead looked a little more gentle and docile.

She fell asleep with the corner of his clothes still clutched in her hand.

At that moment, Fu Huaizhi felt that he seemed to be a little closer to success.

But when she opened her eyes at dawn, she didn't recognize him.

Fu Huaizhi was so angry that his teeth itched, and he regretted not taking a photo with his mobile phone the night before.

At this moment, the sun was shining brightly outside the window and both of them were awake.

Wen Yiru admitted so clearly that she came for him.

"This time... you won't make excuses?"

His lips were warm, sliding across her slender neck as if kissing her, and the man's eyes were filled with joy of "finally waiting for this day".

As if being burned by the fiery light of joy, Wen Yiru looked up at him, "Well, no more quibbling!"

Fu Huaizhi let out a low breath.

"Anything this afternoon?"

"I have to meet the director at three o'clock, and then go get my hair done, and then at seven in the evening..."

"What time does it end?"

"It may be... very late."

There was a door behind him and he was in front of him, their bodies pressed tightly together.

So much so that Wen Yiru could easily feel every subtle change somewhere in his body.

A sense of shame and anger passed through her heart. When Wen Yiru was about to turn her head away, the man's forehead touched hers. "If I wasn't afraid of ruining your look today, this skirt of yours would have turned into a rag long ago. Do you believe it?"

Wen Yiru was startled.

Fu Huaizhi had already let go of her and pointed at the sofa in the living room with a look of disgust, "Sit there, stay away from me!"

Having said that, Fu Huaizhi turned around and sat in the chair behind the desk.

That depressed and angry expression seemed to get angrier with every additional glance she gave him.

Wen Yiru smiled complacently.

The well-behaved and docile little woman suddenly shone brightly and turned into the bright and flamboyant big star.

Fu Huaizhi's eyes hurt. "Stop laughing. If you laugh again, I..."

"What do you want?"

Wen Yiru threw the bag in her hand on the sofa, walked around the desk, and sat in Fu Huaizhi's arms.

Fu Huaizhi took a breath of cold air, "Wen Yiru, I advise you to have some self-awareness and don't provoke me! Otherwise, I will make you..." You can't go anywhere today, let alone the promotion meeting, you can't even leave the door of this office.

"What do you want me to do?"

Facing Wen Yiru's bright and almost flamboyant eyes, Fu Huaizhi paused before finishing his words.

A pair of hands tightly grasped her waist, "Ancestor, can you sit over there for a while? Let's talk. I'll take you there later..."

As soon as the words fell, the woman's kiss fell.

"Fu Huaizhi..."

Wen Yiru's voice was so charming that water could drip out of it, "If you... leave a mark, I will... I will..."

In the end, he couldn't utter a complete sentence, but the man's movements became much lighter.

It was as if she was a feather that would fly away if she was a little heavier.

(End of this chapter)