Fu Yunting ignored Sheng Yuyue’s affected glances and walked straight toward the private elevator.
Watching the man’s upright retreating figure, Sheng Yuyue curled her lips in disdain, then turned her attention back to the data on her computer screen.
She worked until two in the morning before finally standing up to rub her shoulders. After organizing all the materials needed for the meeting with the Joseph Group, she shut down her computer and prepared to head home.
It wasn’t until she reached the parking garage that she realized she was still wearing Fu Yunting’s shirt—one that didn’t fit her frame at all. Casually, she tucked the excess fabric into her skirt and unbuttoned the top button, instantly creating a new look—casual yet alluring.
The entire process was observed clearly by Fu Yunting, who sat in his car.
Fu Yunting didn’t know what had gotten into him. He had been ready to go home, but when he reached the parking garage, he suddenly changed his mind.
That woman upstairs had probably achieved whatever she wanted by working overtime tonight. Now that he was off work, he wanted to see how long she would keep up the act.
Little did he expect that he’d end up sitting in his car waiting for two full hours.
He must be out of his mind.
He could see the exhaustion on Sheng Yuyue’s face, yet she still held herself upright. The absolute confidence and resilience she carried were qualities rarely found in ordinary women.
That aura sparked a sudden curiosity in Fu Yunting toward his secretary.
With the mindset of a hunter, he wasn’t in a rush to dig up more information about Sheng Yuyue.
There would be plenty of time ahead—he would find a way to gradually expose his prey to his view.
At this moment, Fu Yunting hadn’t realized that this curiosity was what would lead him step by step into the trap of Sheng Yuyue’s love.
He thought he was the hunter, but that wasn’t necessarily the case.
Sheng Yuyue had just arrived home when she received a WeChat message from Fu Yunting, informing her that tomorrow’s itinerary had been moved to the afternoon. She didn’t need to come to the office in the morning—she should go directly to the airport by one o’clock tomorrow afternoon.
A smile tugged at the corners of Sheng Yuyue’s lips. This man was truly more than a little reserved in his ways.
His conscience must have finally kicked in—knowing he’d run her ragged today, he was letting her sleep in instead of having to rush to catch a flight in the morning.
Her gloomy mood from exhaustion instantly lifted. She perked right back up and headed to the kitchen to find something to reward her stomach.
Seeing Sheng Yuyue heading to the kitchen for food, the butler immediately followed.
“Madam, if you’d like something to eat, I’ll have the servants prepare it for you.”
Sheng Yuyue thought the only truly great thing Fu Yunting had done was assigning her this butler—it really saved her a lot of trouble.
“Alright, thank you, Uncle Tian.”
With that, Sheng Yuyue was about to leave the kitchen when she noticed Uncle Tian looking at her with an indescribable expression, his face showing signs of wanting to say something but hesitating.
“Uncle Tian, is there something else?” She stopped and looked at him.
“Madam, the clothes you’re wearing…” Uncle Tian hadn’t noticed at first, but upon getting closer to Sheng Yuyue, he realized she was wearing a man’s shirt. It was hard not to let one’s imagination run wild.
Seeing Uncle Tian’s face looking like he’d just swallowed a fly, Sheng Yuyue laughed so hard tears formed at the corners of her eyes.
Uncle Tian looked at his mistress with bewilderment at her inexplicable laughter.
“That’s the one your Mr. Fu told me to wear.”
“I’m very professional, you know. During the duration of my marriage cooperation with your Mr. Fu, I won’t be putting a cuckold’s hat on him.”
After saying this, Sheng Yuyue patted Uncle Tian on the shoulder and left the kitchen directly, heading upstairs to her room to wash up.