Shen Muqing followed in his footsteps, while Fu Jingchen deliberately slowed his pace to walk alongside her.
However, Shen Muqing was still somewhat afraid of him, so she dawdled behind him, not even noticing that the person in front had stopped, and bumped straight into him.
Her full, white forehead bumped against the man's broad, strong, and powerful back, making her forehead go numb.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, I didn't mean to."
Shen Muqing apologized respectfully, leaving no room for criticism.
Fu Jingchen stopped and turned around, his dark eyes looking intently at Shen Muqing. He asked with concern, "Did you hurt yourself?"
"No, no." Shen Muqing casually touched her forehead, not caring. Since Fu Jingchen didn't make a move, she didn't dare to do anything either.
In the end, Fu Jingchen gave in and took the initiative to break the stalemate, looking up and pressing the elevator button.
Fu Jingchen usually drives himself to work, so when Shen Muqing sat in the back seat, Fu Jingchen's voice rang out in the car.
"Sit next to me."
"good."
What else could Shen Muqing say besides a good answer? After all, he was the one who paid his own salary.
Are you hungry?
Fu Jingchen held the steering wheel with both hands and asked her without turning his head.
I'm not hungry.
It is said that serious men are the most charming. Shen Muqing kept glancing at Fu Jingchen out of the corner of his eye. He had to admit that his face was indeed capable of attracting so many rich young ladies to flock to him.
"There's cake in the car, you can eat it first, we'll be home soon."
Shen Mu scanned the car and, finding no food, felt awkward about moving anything. So she remained motionless, as if she hadn't heard his words.
The car came to a steady stop at the intersection, waiting for the traffic light. Fu Jingchen stretched out his long arm in front of the passenger seat, and soon the opening revealed a delicate and tempting cake in front of Shen Muqing.
Do you need me to take it apart for you?
Fu Jingchen asked thoughtfully, his hand still on the cake packaging, waiting for Shen Muqing's reply.
"No need, no need, I can do it myself." Shen Muqing saw that there were only a few seconds left on the red light ahead and quickly refused, reaching her fingers towards the small cake, unsurprisingly touching his warm fingers.
Shen Muqing's hand trembled slightly, while Fu Jingchen appeared perfectly normal.
She placed the cake on her lap, carefully unwrapped it, and then ate it with a fork.
She had only taken a couple of bites when she seemed to remember something. "Mr. Fu, would you like to try some?"
Shen Muqing asked politely, not expecting Fu Jingchen to answer, since he probably didn't like desserts.
"think."
She suspected there was something wrong with her ears; this wasn't what she expected. In her mind, Fu Jingchen should have scoffed and refused, saying he wouldn't eat such girly stuff.
Looking at the cake that only came with a fork, Shen Muqing cursed herself inwardly for going to all that trouble. Wouldn't it have been better to eat it all by herself?
"Um?"
Fu Jingchen kept his eyes fixed ahead and, not hearing her reply, asked a question.
His hands remained on the steering wheel, clearly indicating he couldn't eat by himself.
Do you dislike me?
"No, no."
Shen Muqing quickly forked a small piece and put it into his mouth. Fu Jingchen didn't expect her to be so fast. Before he could even open his mouth, the cream from the cake brushed past the corner of his mouth and entered his mouth.
He got to eat the cake that Shen Muqing fed him, just as he had hoped.
"Mr. Fu, there's cream on your lips." Shen Muqing kindly reminded him, not daring to imagine what Zhao, the housekeeper, would think if she hadn't pointed it out and Fu Jingchen came home with his mouth covered in cream.
"Where?" Fu Jingchen asked shamelessly, without blushing.
"On the right corner of your mouth."
Shen Muqing pointed, but he was still driving and didn't have time to look in the mirror. He casually licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue, making an ordinary action look wicked and seductive.
The red tip of his tongue licked the corner of his mouth, but the cream was too far away for him to reach. Shen Muqing couldn't bear to watch, so she took out a tissue and wiped it clean for him.
Fu Jingchen chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "Very sweet."
"?"
"I mean the cake is very sweet."
Shen Muqing didn't say anything more and silently finished her cake. She had reason to suspect that Fu Jingchen was pursuing her.
As they approached the Fu family residence, Shen Muqing asked, "Mr. Fu, do you usually have sleep problems?"
"What's wrong? There shouldn't be anything wrong."
Shen Muqing pondered, "A sleepwalker probably doesn't know he's sleepwalking."
Do you know you can sleepwalk?
"Is that so?" Fu Jingchen pretended to be confused, even though he knew the truth. He was awake last night and thought Shen Muqing was asleep. He couldn't resist wanting to stay in the same room with her, so he followed his heart.
"Butler Zhao said you have sleepwalking disorder."
After thinking it over, Shen Muqing decided to be honest with him. She couldn't just let him come to see her every night; she had to find a solution.
"Hmm, have I caused you any trouble?"
Faced with such a handsome face, Shen Muqing couldn't bring herself to say anything harsh. She admitted that she was an unbearably vulgar woman, driven by basic human desires like food and sex.
"No, no, I was just asking."
Upon reaching the Fu family's main hall, Shen Muqing instinctively tried to take Fu Jingchen's coat, but Fu Jingchen held onto it tightly.
Butler Zhao stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Fu, would you like to start dinner now?"
"Um."
Soon the table was filled with delicious-looking dishes. Fu Jingchen sat in the head seat and said, "Qingqing, come and sit down."
Shen Muqing hesitated. If she remembered correctly, she should be the nanny. Everything that happened today was beyond her expectations.
Butler Zhao noticed her hesitation and pushed her forward, "Xiao Shen, it's also your duty to have dinner with President Fu."
When Shen Muqing heard that it was her duty, her initial embarrassment vanished without a trace.
He immediately sat down to have dinner with Fu Jingchen.
In the distance, Zhao Xinyue gritted her teeth in hatred, her face contorted. Why was Shen Muqing allowed to eat at the table, just like the other nannies in the Fu family? Why was she favored by President Fu while she couldn't? After all, her father had been a slave to the Fu family for over a decade.
Butler Zhao didn't miss her vicious gaze. He quietly walked over and pulled her outside.
In a corner of the garden, Zhao Xinyue angrily shook off the butler's hand, "Dad! Why are you pulling me?"
Butler Zhao's usual smiling expression vanished, replaced by a stern face.
"If you still consider me your father, then stop having those inappropriate thoughts. I heard about what you did to Xiao Shen during the day. If President Fu finds out about this, you're finished, do you know that?"
"Dad, don't you want your daughter to become the mistress of the Fu family? Then you won't have to be so servile."
Zhao Xinyue was still daydreaming, fantasizing about the future.
"I think you're hopeless. President Fu doesn't like you at all. Can you please stop having any illusions? In the end, you'll only hurt yourself."
Butler Zhao tried to persuade her, speaking earnestly and patiently.
"Yueyue, be good. Mr. Fu is not right for you. Dad will find you someone who is."
"I don't want to. Why are you so eager to please Shen Muqing, constantly arranging for her to be by President Fu's side, but you're so harsh on me? I like President Fu too, why can't I?"
"You're confused, Yueyue. That's President Fu's idea. President Fu likes Xiao Shen."
Zhao Xinyue broke down and screamed, "I don't believe it! What makes her worthy of President Fu's affection? Does she deserve him?"
"Sigh." Butler Zhao also wanted his daughter to win President Fu's favor. Years ago, when he first had this idea, Fu Jingchen warned him that if he did such a thing again, the Fu family would not tolerate him.
"Yueyue, be good. Dad will find you someone better in the future."
Butler Zhao hugged Zhao Xinyue and comforted her with heartache.
"There won't be a better man than President Fu," she said dejectedly, her voice trembling with tears.
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