On the balcony, Fu Yiwei drank glass after glass of wine until he got drunk.
He stood at her door, looking at the doorknob, reaching out to knock countless times, but ultimately putting his hand down.
He sat on the steps leading to her house, his eyes filled with sorrow and his head hanging low, waiting for the daylight to come so he could clear his head before leaving.
Watching Fu Yiwei leave from the window, Wen Xi sighed.
Late at night, Fu Yiwei stood at the door of Mu Wenxi's house, as if he could see the figure inside through the door.
Suddenly the door opened, and Fu Yiwei thought he was hallucinating.
The person he had been longing for leaned closer and sniffed him: "Have you been drinking?"
Not wanting her to smell the alcohol on him, he took a half step back and said, "Mm."
Wen Xi looked at the person in front of her, whose face was slightly flushed, whose eyes were dazed, and who was obediently answering questions. She pulled him in and closed the door behind her.
The man stood there blankly at the door, motionless.
Wen Xi revealed a sly look: "Come and sit down."
The man walked over to the sofa and sat down, like a docile kitten waiting to be petted.
The next second, Wen Xi snuggled into his arms and hugged his waist tightly: "I missed you so much."
The man was somewhat at a loss, looking at the person in his arms: "Xixi?"
Wen Xi's low, hoarse voice reached the man's ears: "Why are you drinking?"
The man, drunk, seemed unable to recall why he was drinking: "I feel unwell."
Wen Xi lifted her head from the man's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Where does it hurt?"
The man didn't react for a moment, but his ears quickly turned a blush.
"Why is he like this when he's drunk?" Wen Xi thought, wanting to tease him.
She met his gaze, and his eyes seemed to be misty, a mixture of confusion and allure.
She patted the man's head as he always did: "Good boy."
Her hand traced down his delicate features, her gaze gradually deepening. Suddenly, she lifted his chin and pressed it against his.
Wen Xi reluctantly pulled away from his embrace: "Tell me, will you remember how you looked today tomorrow morning?"
The next morning, Fu Yiwei was still a little dazed, thinking he had just had a beautiful dream, until he came to his senses and found himself in Xixi's house.
Why is he like this after drinking? And Wen Xi, did she drink too?
He quietly entered Wenxi's room and saw his younger sister still fast asleep, seemingly not yet having processed everything that had happened the night before. Could it be that he had a wonderful dream at Wenxi's house?
He couldn't resist reaching out to touch her face, but the person in front of him opened her eyes the next second.
"You're awake? It's still early, sleep a little longer with me."
She pulled Fu Yiwei, who was standing by the bed, onto the bed, and then she snuggled into his arms.
Fu Yiwei's eyes widened as she looked down at the person in her arms. Last night—last night was all real. Why was her sister so domineering?
Wen Xi noticed the intense gaze and couldn't ignore it, so she simply tilted her head up and kissed him: "Sweetie, sleep a little longer."
Then she rested her head against his chest.
Fu Yiwei couldn't help but grin foolishly and obediently closed her eyes.
At noon, Wen Xi woke up to find herself still in Fu Yiwei's arms, who was fast asleep. She didn't move, but just looked at him, tracing his face with her eyes.
She was so foolish. She should have told him how she felt sooner. He wouldn't have been sad for so long, and she wouldn't have had to worry for so long.
Wouldn't it be nice to hold such a handsome man in your arms?
When Fu Yiwei woke up, Wen Xi was looking at him like that, and he felt a little embarrassed.
"Brother, you're awake?"
"Um".
Did you sleep well last night?
Fu Yiwei seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly her face turned red: "Hmm."
Wen Xi thought for a moment and said, "Fu Yiwei, I'm serious. You can't escape now."
Fu Yiwei: "Xixi, I will be good to you."
Wen Xi joked, "If only you could stay as well-behaved as you were yesterday."
Fu Yiwei nodded and fled in panic, while Wen Xi laughed heartily.
Mu Wenxi regretted not accepting Fu Yiwei's advances sooner for more than one night. If only she had confessed earlier, she could have enjoyed the love of her little puppy sooner.
Who understands? Fu Yiwei is a stern and domineering CEO outside, but a gentle and obedient little puppy at home.
"Fu Yiwei, I'm going to be late, it's all your fault."
Fu Yiwei rushed over from the kitchen, still holding a spatula in her hand: "Xixi, don't be angry, I'll take you."
Wen Xidun felt that beauty can be misleading.
The two quickly finished their breakfast, one going to the company and the other to school.
Fu Yiwei, dressed in a black suit, walked into the company right on time, took the president's private elevator, and looked at the employees outside with a blank expression.
The secretary behind him had the same expression and was carrying a briefcase.
At 5:30 p.m., Fu Yiwei left work on time and drove away from the company.
"Have you noticed that Mr. Fu has never worked overtime since he got married?"
"That's not a good thing. If the boss doesn't work overtime, then we employees don't have to work overtime either."
During the meeting, Fu Yiwei coldly pointed out his subordinate's mistake: "Redo it."
"Tsk tsk, do you think it's possible for President Fu's wife to put up with him? He always has the same expression."
"I don't know. I'm not Mr. Fu's wife. If I were Mr. Fu's wife, I would be willing to endure so much money."
"Dream on, they wouldn't even look at you."
"I wonder if Mr. Fu's wife will be just like him."
Until one day, Wen Xi, who was on summer vacation, came to the company to visit Fu Yiwei on set.
Fu Yiwei came down to pick him up personally. The two were very intimate, and Wen Xi would occasionally tug at his ear.
"Ahhhhh, I saw President Fu's wife!"
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