Star Entertainment Production Department Office.
Nan Chu looked at the sheet music in her hands with satisfaction, stretching lazily in comfort.
Finally finished.
The sun was setting in the west, and the afterglow streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the office, casting a uniquely brilliant light.
Other colleagues were also working overtime in the office, so Nan Chu took the opportunity to volunteer to buy everyone a cup of spring milk tea.
Taking the elevator downstairs, the moment she stepped out of the company entrance, the cold wind of the late spring chill made her shiver.
Nan Chu quickly tucked her hands into her sleeves and jogged toward the Chagee milk tea shop across the street.
Unexpectedly, the spring snow from last night hadn’t been cleared properly, leaving a thin layer of ice on the ground. And because Chagee was located on an uphill slope, with the strong wind working against her, Nan Chu took one step forward and two steps back, moving in place overall.
The shop clerk shouted from inside the door, “Miss, do you need help?”
Nan Chu waved her hand grandly and shouted back with equal determination, “No problem, I’ve got this.”
“I want six cups of milk tea—three Boya Juexian, three Guifu Lanxiang.”
“Got it.”
One minute, two minutes, three minutes—the clerk had already finished making the milk tea, but Nan Chu was still making her way there.
At that moment, a secretary in the driver’s seat of a Rolls-Royce parked diagonally behind her caught a glimpse of the struggling figure outside the window and found her somewhat familiar. He turned to the person in the back seat and said,
“Sir, the lady up ahead who’s persistently trying to buy milk tea looks a bit like Madam.”
Shang Lin lifted his gaze from his tablet.
The car window lowered, and under the setting sun’s afterglow, Nan Chu’s slender and graceful figure wrapped in a khaki coat stood out, but her steps were especially resolute, her eyes fixed intently on the milk tea shop, walking with the momentum of someone ready to give it her all.
Shang Lin’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, and the coldness between his brows instantly dissipated. He called out in a gentle, refined tone.
“Nan Chu.”
The person struggling to move turned her head, meeting the eyes of the man she hadn’t seen for a week.
Nan Chu was briefly stunned, then curved her lips into a smile. “Mr. Shang…”
“Pull over to the side.”
The Rolls-Royce pulled into a parking spot by the curb.
Shang Lin opened the car door, stepped out with his long legs, and walked briskly to stand before Nan Chu, looking down at her.
“Buying milk tea?”
“Yeah.”
“Together.”
The man naturally took her hand and led Nan Chu forward.
The moment their fingers interlaced, Nan Chu was briefly stunned.
By the time she snapped back to reality, Shang Lin had already released her hand.
The cool touch between her fingertips disappeared, replaced by a cup of slightly warm Guifu Lanxiang.
The warmth in her palm seeped through her skin, slowly flowing into her heart.
Shang Lin looked at her. “What else do you need to buy?”
Nan Chu snapped back to attention and blinked. “No need—I already ordered just now.”
“Mm.”
Shang Lin nodded, then casually took out his phone to pay.
Beep.
The sound of the payment going through rang out, and Shang Lin automatically picked up the milk tea, ready to head out.
Nan Chu was startled and quickly stopped him.
“I can deliver them myself.”
Shang Lin glanced sideways at her slightly reddened earlobes, his voice light. “It’s cold outside.”
“It’s not cold, not cold.”
Nan Chu quickly took the milk tea from his hands. “I’ve got it.”
Shang Lin looked at her face, flushed from the wind, his gaze deep and his voice soft and airy.
“You really don’t want your colleagues to see me?”
Nan Chu was about to say no when she heard someone behind her call her name softly.
“Sister Nan Chu?”
Nan Chu’s heart jumped, and she turned around together with Shang Lin.
There stood a newly hired intern from her team, walking over with a bright smile.
“I was afraid you’d have too many drinks to carry alone, so I came to help.”
The young woman had slight myopia. At first, she only noticed Nan Chu and assumed Shang Lin was just another customer.
But as she drew closer, Shang Lin’s strikingly handsome face became increasingly clear.
When she fully registered his face, it was as if she’d been hit by a slow-motion button—her pupils gradually contracted, her mouth slowly fell open, and she had to cover her mouth with one hand to stifle an excited scream.
“Sh—Sh—President Shang!”
A regular on financial magazine covers, ranked number one on North City’s “Unreachable Flower” list.
Today, he’d actually descended to the mortal realm!
Shang Lin gave a slight nod, his voice indifferent: “Hello.”
It really was Shang Lin!
The young woman grew even more excited. Seeing Shang Lin’s gaze land on Nan Chu, she grabbed her arm and whispered.
“Sister Nan Chu, Sister Nan Chu, President Shang is looking at you. Do you two know each other?”
Nan Chu coughed lightly, a chill running down the back of her neck.
Was it her imagination?
Why did she feel like Shang Lin’s gaze carried a hint of reproach…
Well, never mind. Her colleagues would find out about her marriage sooner or later anyway, and it wasn’t anything to be ashamed of.
Nan Chu struggled slightly, then took the initiative to introduce him to the intern.
“This is my husband.”
The intern nearly let out a shriek.
“Hus—hus—husband? Sister Nan Chu, your husband is… Shang Lin?”
The CEO of Rongchuang Technology?
The Shang Lin who last week sent out a billion-yuan wedding red envelope, making countless netizens choke on dog food??
And at that moment, the noble and handsome Shang Lin beside Nan Chu—cold and ethereal, unlike any mortal—also spoke calmly, his voice deep and magnetic.
“Yes, I am Nan Chu’s husband, Shang Lin.”
The intern felt her worldview crumbling.
Sister Nan Chu was always so low-key at the company, mostly wearing white shirts with jeans and sneakers.
She also rode a little electric scooter to and from work. Who could have imagined she was the CEO’s wife?
Thinking about how she’d spent the whole week sympathizing with Nan Chu, who was working overtime until she was dead on her feet…
The clown was herself all along.
The intern was speechless, staring intently at the two of them.
Under the store’s warm ivory lighting, Nan Chu stood beside Shang Lin—cool elegance against gentle warmth. Only four words flashed through the young woman’s mind.
A match made in heaven.
The intern finally snapped back to her senses and quickly spoke up.
“Sister Nan Chu, happy wedding! You really keep things quiet and do big things—suddenly getting married, and to President Shang of all people. You never even mentioned something this huge.”
Nan Chu said softly, “It was indeed rather sudden, but we’ll have a wedding on Qixi. You’re welcome to come then.”
The young woman nodded vigorously, then glanced at Shang Lin beside her and the Rolls-Royce waiting outside. Reading the room well, she spoke up.
“Sister Nan Chu, Brother-in-law came to pick you up from work. Leave the milk tea delivery to me.”
“You’ve been working overtime for a whole week. You’re newlyweds—Brother-in-law must miss you.”
With that, before Nan Chu could react, the young woman grabbed the milk teas and dashed out of the store, sprinting swiftly even as she passed the thin ice outside the door.
Nan Chu watched the young woman’s retreating figure, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Shang Lin, meanwhile, gave a slight nod.
“Your colleague is nice.”
“Yeah, they’re all great.”
Leaving the milk tea shop, Nan Chu got into the car.
As the door closed, the faint, elusive cold fragrance from Shang Lin quietly drifted into her nose.
She felt like she was overlooking a very important question.
What was it?
Just as Nan Chu was about to speak, she heard the impeccably upright man beside her ask in an unruffled tone.
“Have you been very busy lately?”
“Yeah, pretty busy.”
Shang Lin glanced sideways, his cool gaze lightly sweeping over Nan Chu before he spoke unhurriedly.
“So busy you don’t even come home anymore?”