When Fu Jingsheng returned from working overtime that evening, he came up from the garage and heard laughter coming from the living room before he even reached the first floor.
Rong Yan helped the children with their homework after dinner.
"So happy?" A man's voice came from the stairwell.
"Dad." Fu Yunlei put down his homework and ran over.
Rong Shimo bit her pen, feeling frustrated.
“Dad, my sister’s sentence-making is hilarious, come and see.” Fu Yunlei held Fu Jingsheng’s hand.
Rong Yan turned around and looked back: "You're back."
"I don't want to show it to Dad, you'll all laugh at me." Rong Shimo clutched her homework.
"What did you write? Let me see it?" Fu Jingsheng asked curiously.
“Dad, my sister used the original sentence to make a sentence. She wrote, ‘It turns out Fu Jingsheng is my dad,’ hahaha.” Fu Yunting recited it.
Fu Jingsheng didn't see anything wrong. He asked his son, "Was what your sister said wrong? What are you laughing at?"
"Alright, alright, stop misleading Xiaomo. I just explained it to her clearly," Rong Yan told Fu Jingsheng to stop making things worse.
"Mom and Dad, you can both go now. We'll do the rest of our homework ourselves," Rong Shiyu and her sister said in unison.
"Okay, let's go upstairs. Get some rest after you finish writing."
Rong Yan patted the child's head: "Go to your bedroom after you finish your homework. No more games, understand? You must be asleep before 10 o'clock. You have 40 minutes left."
"Start the timer," Rong Yan ordered.
All the children got to work.
You should live with your mother and listen to her.
"You've been trained to be a special forces soldier, huh?" Fu Jingsheng joked.
“I didn’t train them,” Rong Yan explained. “Yun and Ting had a regular schedule with you before, and Yu and Mo were with me. I didn’t have many rules for them; they all did what they liked. But after the four children lived together, they influenced each other and became better and better.”
The two walked to the second-floor entrance and glanced back at the children on the first floor.
"Okay, Rong Yan, I've printed out the test report and the press conference plan. Please take a look and see if there are any problems." As soon as he entered the bedroom, Fu Jingsheng opened his briefcase.
Rong Yan looked at it carefully: "It's fine. Fu Jingsheng, you must be tired after a long day of work."
She put down the documents and placed her hand on the man's arm: "How about I help you relax?"
Fu Jingsheng was stunned. What was Rong Yan going to do?
"Let me give you a head massage. I just learned a new trick today, tendon pulling." Rong Yan was thinking of giving Fu Jingsheng a massage that evening when she came out of the beauty salon.
Fu Jingsheng usually spoils her, but now that she's had a day off and has the energy, she should do her best.
"Tendon pulling?" Fu Jingsheng only does fitness and nothing else, so he naturally didn't know what tendon pulling meant.
Rong Yan was just learning and putting it into practice; whether her technique was good or not is another matter, but her intentions were definitely there.
She held the man's shoulders, helped him lie down on the bed, grabbed some essential oil from the house, applied it to her palms, and began massaging him upwards from his temples.
The force was sometimes light and sometimes heavy, making Fu Jingsheng feel somewhat uncomfortable.
He looked up: "Can I ask you to massage other areas?" The man pointed downwards, "You don't seem tired today. I'd rather exercise than get a massage."
Fu Jingsheng was never reserved when it came to matters of the heart.
Rong Yan had an idea, but she was worried that Fu Jingsheng wouldn't have the energy after a long day of work, so she started with a massage.
It's good that Fu Jingsheng spoke first.
The woman lay down: "Okay, I already took a shower before you came back. Shall we start now, or do you want to take a quick shower?"
"So direct today?" Fu Jingsheng thought for a moment and continued to ask, "Don't tell me you want something from me?"
Rong Yan pouted: "Look at you. Let me be direct, but you still don't believe me. After a day of rest, I have plenty of energy. I can't sleep until I'm completely exhausted."
Fu Jingsheng raised his arm and encircled her: "You seem to be in a hurry. I'll go take a shower."
The man washed several areas that needed to be used.
I rushed back to the bedroom.
Rong Yan had already taken off her clothes and wrapped herself in the blanket.
He lifted the corner of the blanket and went inside, his touch meeting the woman's smooth skin.
Sure enough, within seconds, the washed area stood proudly erect.
Fu Jingsheng didn't want to get to the point so quickly today.
He and Rong Yan were at opposite ends of the bed.
"Six and nine," Fu Jingsheng uttered two numbers.
"Huh?" Although they had each done that for each other, they hadn't done it at the same time.
Rong Yan's face instantly flushed.
On the other side, Fu Jingsheng's fingertips lingered on the woman's waist.
The man's weapon was pointed at Rong Yan's face.
She tilted her head back, but at that distance, if Fu Jingsheng moved even slightly, her face would still be bumped.
The bedroom light was on, and the two people's most private parts were exposed to each other without any cover.
The eyes were repeatedly stimulated.
Rong Yan's mind went blank, and she inexplicably took it in her mouth.
Fu Jingsheng felt himself enveloped by a warm force, and let out a muffled groan. The pleasurable feeling made him increase the pressure on his fingertips.
"It hurts," Rong Yan whimpered, her teeth involuntarily closing.
Hearing the woman's cry, Fu Jingsheng came to his senses, and his movements became light and slow. After a while, he stuck out his tongue.
Without strenuous exercise, it soared into the sky.
After pausing for a moment, Fu Jingsheng got up and tidied himself up.
The sheets were stained, and the two of them laughed at each other, comparing who had left more marks.
Finally, they tore off the sheets and threw them into the trash can.
"I'll do this whenever I'm tired." Having unlocked this new method, Rong Yan felt pretty good about it.
"Okay." Fu Jingsheng kissed his wife's forehead. "I'll think about it some more when I have time, and learn more good methods."
"Uh?" Rong Yan paused for a moment and said, "No, this is fine. Let's talk about the test report. I just got a general idea of it."
The two of them lay on the edge of the bed and chatted for a while.
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The following afternoon, about ten people gathered in front of the Fu family's house.
They were holding all sorts of clothes, claiming they were all bought from the live stream and all had quality issues.
The security guards closed the company gates, so a group of people sat on the ground outside, shouting and demanding an explanation.
Upon receiving the news, Fu Jingsheng ordered He Wei, the after-sales supervisor, and the quality manager to go down and resolve the issue.
The leader looked at the photo on his phone and realized it wasn't the eldest son of the Fu family.
He Wei had just opened his mouth when the man cut him off: "Are you the boss? We need to talk to the boss."
“I’m the boss’s special assistant, and this gentleman next to me is the after-sales supervisor and the quality manager. The three of us can represent the company,” He Wei explained patiently. “Please be patient, everyone. Speak one by one. I can’t hear you if you all speak at once, right?”
The dozen or so people completely ignored what He Wei said and continued to make a scene. Their goal was to force Fu Jingsheng to personally address the issue and attract the media attention.
"What did you say, boss? Get out of here, we don't know you." Several people stepped forward and pushed He Wei.
"What are you doing?" Several security guards came forward to help, pulling the people in front of He Wei away.
"The security guard hit someone!" an elderly woman shouted from the ground.
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