Sheng Yuyue finished washing up and had just stepped out of the room when she saw Fu Yunting seated upright at the desk, working, with a cup of coffee at his side.
Hearing the sound, he lifted his gaze toward Sheng Yuyue.
This…
Could it be that this bastard only booked one room?
She had slept with her own husband under the guise of being his secretary, turning their marital relations into a done deal—what kind of plot was this?
Fu Yunting seemed to see through the woman’s thoughts, a hint of amusement coloring his eyes.
“Secretary Sheng’s stamina doesn’t seem to be up to par.”
The little person inside Sheng Yuyue’s mind rolled her eyes hard, yet her face still wore her usual standard seductive smile.
“Yes, indeed. CEO Fu has such great endurance. I’m so sore.”
As she spoke, she rubbed her magnificent curves with her hand, the motion extremely alluring.
Fu Yunting’s gaze darkened again.
“Speak properly.”
This woman really couldn’t go a moment without teasing someone, as if she’d suffocate otherwise. And she didn’t even notice how awkward her walk looked right now.
“Oh, CEO Fu. I’m hungry.”
Only then did Fu Yunting remember—it had just been dawn when they got off the plane, and now it was already evening.
Being accommodating, he ordered room service for her, then continued staring at his computer, busy at work.
“Get yourself in good shape today. You have a meeting with Joseph at nine tomorrow morning.”
The gold-rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose as his slender fingers kept tapping away at the keyboard, his whole being radiating an aura of restrained desire that was utterly provocative.
The hotel delivered the meal quickly. Perhaps because she’d been hungry for too long, Sheng Yuyue had lost her appetite instead.
After casually taking a few bites, she returned to her room.
When she submerged her entire body into the bath, the warm water eased the taut soreness across her frame, and only then did she feel alive again.
Overindulgence, indeed.
After thoroughly cleansing herself from head to toe, Sheng Yuyue then applied body lotion over every inch of her skin.
If you want a man to be unable to keep his hands off you, first you need skin that’s soft and smooth.
Only after pampering herself inside and out did she change into the nightgown she’d brought and lie back down to sleep.
Before drifting off, she was still a bit conflicted—was Fu Yunting really planning to sleep with her in the same suite for the entire business trip?
However, Fu Yunting was about to make it abundantly clear that she was overthinking things.
Usually, he often came to Country L on business with Song Qi. For convenience, they would choose suites with two bedrooms like this one. Over time, Fu Yunting had simply booked this suite on a long-term basis.
No sooner had Sheng Yuyue entered her room than Fu Yunting also stopped his work.
He leaned back against the chair, his gaze as dark as ink beneath his glasses.
Pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, he slowly tore open the seal. The lighter gave a crisp “click,” and the flame immediately illuminated the emotions in his eyes.
A faint ember glowed between his fingers as smoke curled upward. He crossed his legs and lounged lazily in the office chair, seemingly pondering some question.
It wasn’t until the ash burned his hand that Fu Yunting stubbed out the cigarette, rose, and headed back to his room.
He’d only slept a little on the plane, and after arriving at the hotel he’d dozed briefly before working nonstop. Now he was feeling somewhat tired as well.
Yet lying in bed, Fu Yunting couldn’t fall asleep.
There seemed to be a lingering sensation on his arm where the woman had rested her head, stirring restless thoughts within him.
Irritated, he got up, walked to Sheng Yuyue’s door, and gently turned the handle.
Good for her.
This woman has a habit of getting what she wants and then discarding it, and she even locked the door.
Who exactly is she guarding against?