As adults, how could they not understand the meaning behind those words? Fu Linyuan’s eyes flickered with a hint of something indescribable.
It had been over a week since they registered their marriage.
On the day they got their marriage certificate, a phone call had interrupted their momentum, and ever since, he had been busy with the upcoming product launch, too preoccupied to think about such matters.
Now, she had taken the initiative to come to him, demanding that he fulfill his obligations.
Emotionally, Fu Linyuan felt he should give her this face.
But rationally, today’s work wasn’t finished yet, and he couldn’t bring himself to abandon his tasks to engage in marital affairs with her.
After a few seconds of contemplation, rationality ultimately triumphed over emotion.
“I still have some work to finish here.”
Hearing the rejection, Cen Zhen’s smile stiffened for a moment, and her mind began to wander uncontrollably.
Could it be that Qingqing was right? Was Fu Linyuan’s nightly overtime actually due to some hidden ailment?
If that were truly the case, Cen Zhen couldn’t accept it.
Without showing any sign of her thoughts, she pursed her lips slightly, took the initiative, and kept her voice sweet and honeyed.
“Then I’ll wait for you.”
With that, without giving him a chance to refuse, she headed toward the sofa.
Watching her slender figure, Fu Linyuan gently reminded her, “My work here won’t be finished quickly.”
Cen Zhen turned back, her lips curving into a smile, revealing a row of neat, white teeth.
“It’s fine, I’ll wait for you.”
After all, I’m determined to sleep with you tonight!
Sensing her stubbornness, Fu Linyuan’s thin lips moved slightly as if he wanted to say something.
But seeing that she had already settled on the sofa, he refocused all his attention on his work.
Fine, let’s finish the work sooner.
That way, I can fulfill her wishes earlier.
No need to waste words.
While Fu Linyuan immersed himself in his work, Cen Zhen hugged her phone and began venting to Wen Qinghe.
【Such a stickler!】
【Workaholic!】
【Seriously suspect he’s not up to it!】
Wen Qinghe replied instantly, 【You took the initiative to ask him to sleep with you, and he refused because of work?】
【Cen Zhen】: Yeah / feeling miserable.
【Wen Qinghe】: So unromantic?
Cen Zhen glanced up, stealing a look at the man across from her.
He was focused on his work, his eyes lowered, his features sharp and deep, his profile clean and defined. His brows were slightly furrowed, his expression serious and calm.
At a glance, he was truly a sight for sore eyes.
He looked incredibly charming, the kind that could make one’s legs go weak.
But as soon as Cen Zhen thought about his possible hidden ailment, her admiration for him faded somewhat.
【Cen Zhen】: Yeah, just that unromantic.
【Wen Qinghe】: So what are you going to do?
【Cen Zhen】: Wait!
【Wen Qinghe】: ?
【Cen Zhen】: Tonight, even if I don’t sleep, I have to find out what he’s like. After all, he’s quite handsome.
【Wen Qinghe】: Got it, good luck.
【Wen Qinghe】: Waiting for your report on the results.
At 9:30 p.m., Cen Zhen was scrolling through short videos, laughing so hard her eyes crinkled.
At 10 p.m., Cen Zhen felt hungry and nibbled on a cucumber.
At 11 p.m., Cen Zhen grew sleepy and let out a yawn.
At 11:30 p.m., Cen Zhen’s head began to nod like a chick pecking at rice.
At exactly midnight, in a half-asleep state, Cen Zhen heard the man’s deep voice, “Cen Zhen, do you still need me to cooperate?”
At first, she thought it was a dream and irritably pushed in the direction of the voice.
Then, she complained without hesitation.
“Work, work, all you know is work! I’ve been waiting for you for hours, you know! Didn’t you learn about time management in elementary school? Can’t you work while sleeping with me?”
Hearing this, Fu Linyuan looked at her with startled disbelief, his Adam’s apple bobbing. For the first time, his usually calm and composed expression showed clear disarray.
Unbeknownst to him, his ears began to flush red.
He silently steeled himself for a moment, suppressing the restlessness in his heart.
Moving a little closer to her, he called her name again.
“Cen Zhen.”
This voice sounded unusually real to Cen Zhen’s drowsy ears.
She tried to lift her eyelids to figure out what was going on. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a handsome face right in front of her. In the next second, she shrank back, jolting awake from her daze.
Was this not a dream after all!?
“Fu…”
Embarrassment instantly flooded her heart, and Cen Zhen’s face flushed bright red.
After recovering from the shock, Fu Linyuan showed no trace of abnormality on his face. Noticing her evasive gaze, he simply said calmly:
“Tonight, do you still want to sleep together?”
At this moment, Cen Zhen’s mouth moved faster than her thoughts. “Yes!”
After waiting for so long, there was no reason to let it go to waste.
Hearing her affirmative answer, Fu Linyuan’s eyebrows twitched slightly. He cleared his throat and said, “Then wait for me a little longer.”
Wait again?
Cen Zhen was stunned. “?”
Fu Linyuan explained, “I haven’t showered yet.”
Only then did Cen Zhen notice he was still wearing the shirt from this morning.
Feeling somewhat awkward, she pursed her lips and softly replied, “Oh.”
As the man headed toward the bathroom, she stared at his back, inexplicably suspecting he was trying to stall for time. Unable to hold back, she reminded him:
“Hurry up.”
Fu Linyuan paused mid-step and looked back at her with a deep, inscrutable gaze.
“Don’t rush me. I’ll try my best.”
Those six short words made Cen Zhen’s face burn bright red once more, this time flushing from her ears all the way down to her neck.
Did he think she was impatient?
Cen Zhen almost instinctively explained, “That’s not what I mea—”
Before she could finish, the man suddenly spoke with utmost seriousness, “If you’re really in a hurry, you can come in.”
Huh?
Cen Zhen stood frozen like a wooden chicken.
Was he inviting her to shower together?
Meeting the man’s deep, dark eyes, Cen Zhen’s mind went blank. Her lips felt terribly dry, and her words stumbled.
“N-no, that’s okay.”
Fu Linyuan studied her for a long moment. Only after confirming she truly refused did he say, “Alright, wait for me ten minutes.”
“…”
Soon, the sound of running water trickled from the bathroom.
Separated by a door, it unsettled Cen Zhen’s mind.
Lying on the bed, she glanced at her phone.
It was almost half past midnight.
Recalling the way the man had looked at her earlier, she felt on the verge of a breakdown.
Fu Linyuan must think she’s desperate.
He had worked overtime until now, finally able to wash up and sleep, only to face her “unsatisfied desires” for a bedroom battle.
A wave of shame washed over her.
Cen Zhen wished she could find a rope and hang herself on the spot.
Burying her face in the pillow, she clenched her fists and began pounding the bed in tearful frustration, nearly suffocating.
She wasn’t unsatisfied—she just wanted to verify whether he was capable or not!
Wah, what should I do? He misunderstood me, I feel like crying!
Ten minutes passed quickly.
The moment the sound of water ceased abruptly, her heart leaped into her throat, her toes curling with tension.
Soon, the man emerged from the bathroom, drying his hair.
Before long, Cen Zhen caught the crisp scent of shower gel lingering in the air.
The mattress dipped slightly as he approached.
His low, husky voice cut through the quiet of the bedroom, “Should I turn off the light?”