"Fu Jingsheng, you can stand up now?" Rong Yan mumbled a single word through her teeth.
He bit her lip: "Hmm, don't talk."
After a brief moment of sweet intimacy, Fu Jingsheng carried Rong Yan to his desk.
"The doctor said I can stand, but not for too long."
“You can move all the time, yet you lied to me about coming to pick you up. Can you pack your things and go home now, Mr. Fu?” Rong Yan asked, draping Fu Jingshen’s neck over her arm.
"Wait a few minutes, save the document." Fu Jingsheng rested his chin on Rong Yan's neck.
He Wei knocked twice and came in. Unexpectedly, Rong Yan was also there, and the two sat on a chair.
He quickly turned around and said, "I'm sorry, boss."
Rong Yan jumped up: "Fu Jingsheng, I'll wait for you in the car."
"Goodbye, Madam." He Wei bowed his head.
"Boss, I'm sorry, boss, I was wrong." Afraid that Fu Jingsheng would blame him for ruining his good deed, He Wei apologized repeatedly.
Having never held Rong Yan while working, Fu Jingsheng's face was grim, his gaze like a poisoned arrow, making He Wei dare not even breathe.
"The company doesn't allow overtime? It's time to leave work, what are you doing here?" Fu Jingsheng asked in an unhappy tone.
He Wei held two concert tickets in his hand: "Boss, I've brought you two tickets, from Milk Tea. I finally managed to snag them, second row in the inner circle."
I was hoping to get praise from the boss, but now I've come at the wrong time and have wasted two tickets.
Fu Jingsheng took it and glanced at it; it was a ticket to Rene Liu's concert, for next month.
He smirked: "Well done, the money's on you right away."
Fu Jingsheng knew that Rong Yan liked Rene Liu when she was in college. She always wore an earphone after school. Once, Rong Bing told him that her sister was old-fashioned and liked to listen to Rene Liu's songs, unlike the stars she liked who were all born in the 2000s.
For this reason, Fu Jingsheng, who never follows celebrities, went home and did his homework.
Gradually, he also came to like listening to Rene Liu's songs. After inheriting the Fu family business, he would sometimes play those songs in the office to relax.
Over time, He Wei found out.
Listening to Rene Liu's songs has become a habit, but he has forgotten that it was Rong Yan who made him like this singer.
The assistant, on the contrary, remembered.
"I'm treating you both. I'm happy to see you make up." He Wei's anxious heart finally settled down.
Fu Jingsheng transferred 5,000 yuan to his assistant's Alipay account, with the note "thank you".
I took the concert tickets and went to the garage.
Rong Yan leaned against the window, her eyes fixed on the elevator, and pouted, "A few minutes, why isn't it coming down yet?"
She was getting a little bored while waiting.
A moment later, a man in a black overcoat stepped out of the elevator, his steps light and his face bearing a faint smile.
"Fu Jingsheng," Rong Yan called out, straightening up.
Fu Jingsheng said goodbye to the staff in the elevator and got into his car.
As soon as the car door closed, Rong Yan started the car.
"Wait, close your eyes, I have a surprise for you." Fu Jingsheng covered her eyes with one large hand.
"What surprise?" Rong Yan asked. Why didn't Fu Jingsheng mention it when they were upstairs?
Out of curiosity, Rong Yan obediently closed her eyes.
Fu Jingsheng took two tickets out of his pocket: "Feel them first."
Rong Yan knew she had a ticket in her hand, but she couldn't guess what kind of ticket it was. Could it be an attraction ticket? Did he want to take her on a trip?
"What did you find?"
"Tickets," Rong Yan blurted out.
"Open your eyes and look." Fu Jingsheng moved his hand away.
Concert tickets, for Rene Liu.
Rong Yan exclaimed, these tickets were hard to buy, she almost made Ye Jianming do some serious technology and ruthless work again.
Fu Jingsheng calmly pulled out a second bill: "I have one too, let's go together next month."
Rong Yan hugged his face and kissed him hard: "Thank you."
"You're so happy about this little surprise?" Fu Jingsheng said casually, but he was even happier than Rong Yan.
"Hmm, I'm easily satisfied." She whispered in his ear, her red lips close to his. "How do you want me to thank you?"
Rong Yan rarely takes the initiative, especially in public.
This sentence instantly ignited Fu Jingsheng, who hadn't thought much about it before.
"Go back to the same place as last time?" she asked again.
After all, by the time I get home, the kids will have already finished school, and I'll always want them to spend some time with me. They can't have any alone time with me when they get home; they have to wait until the middle of the night.
As employees come and go in the garage after get off work, they unconsciously glance at each other as their cars pass by.
Fu Jingsheng then realized that the car window was only half closed.
He quickly pressed the close window button; at least in front of outsiders, he maintained his dignity.
It was rare to see Fu Jingsheng so embarrassed; he seemed afraid of damaging his image in front of his colleagues.
"Um?"
The rising final note extended a third invitation.
The woman kept rubbing her nose against Fu Jingsheng's chin.
Fu Jingsheng leaned back, suddenly wondering how much Rong Yan would take the initiative if he disagreed.
So the man deliberately said, "But it's not possible to do it properly in the car."
Rong Yan's car was indeed a bit smaller than Fu Jingsheng's. She subconsciously glanced at the back seat space: "It's alright, the back will definitely be fine."
"This chair can also move forward," Rong Yan said, still trying to come up with a solution.
"Are you doing this to thank me?" Fu Jingsheng asked.
"Huh?" Rong Yan was taken aback for a moment, then explained, "Not entirely. I had the idea in the office just now, but it's a company after all, so it's not appropriate."
It's rare to see a woman say something so bluntly.
"A concert ticket is all you need to thank me for." Fu Jingsheng's expression was different from usual; he was surprisingly calm at this moment.
Rong Yan thought she had said something wrong: "Do you think it's too frivolous for me to offer myself in return for a ticket?"
Fu Jingsheng continued to tease her, and the man nodded: "Hmm, I've never seen you so proactive before. It seems that Milk Tea is more important to you than me. Just attending one of her concerts makes you want to repay me like this."
Just as I expected.
Rong Yan removed her hand from Fu Jingsheng's shoulder: "No, you got the order wrong. I was thinking about it in the office first, and then I wanted it even more after I got this ticket."
"If you insist on saying it that way, the tickets were the trigger. It wasn't because of the tickets that I took the initiative, but rather that I had wanted to do it all along today."
For some reason, Fu Jingsheng fell in love with Rong Yan's way of arguing her point.
“I believe you.” He cradled the back of its head in his hand. “However, there’s a better place today.”
Before setting off, the two of them sent a message to their families, saying they would be back late if something came up.
Fu Jingsheng took Rong Yan to a nearby guesthouse.
The guesthouse is situated by the lake, and at dusk, it looks like a dream.
“The space in the car is indeed limited, but we have money. It feels better to experience a hotel once in a while.” Fu Jingsheng turned on the light on the balcony.
They lived on the first floor, with a balcony connected to the swimming pool. In order to enjoy the pool without being disturbed by anyone, Fu Jingsheng rented the entire villa, and there were only the two of them in the pool.
Thanks to the buoyancy of the water, the legs and feet that have just recovered can bear less stress.
He made Rong Yan lie face down against the pool wall.
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