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With a crisp "ding," Shen Zhiyi's phone screen lit up, and Yang Chun'er was still standing beside her.

She glanced at it quickly and saw the three words "Lu Zichuan" in the contact name. She was jolted as if she had been electrocuted. She quickly put the phone screen down on the table, her movements so fast that they almost created a gust of wind, as if she was afraid that Yang Chun'er would see it.

But her movements were too exaggerated, and Yang Chun'er looked at her suspiciously: "Zhizhi, what are you doing? Whose message is this?"

Shen Zhiyi twitched the corner of her lips and waved her hand, feigning composure: "Spam text message."

"Go and deliver it quickly. President Lu is already busy, and he won't have time to handle it later, which will make him late for get off work."

Yang Chun'er squinted at her for a long time, and finally reluctantly picked up the USB drive and went upstairs.

Only after the figure completely disappeared at the top of the stairs did Shen Zhiyi breathe a long sigh of relief. She looked around to make sure no one was around, then grabbed her phone and opened the text message from Lu Zichuan.

The screen lit up, and the three bright words "Girlfriend" caught her eye, causing Shen Zhiyi's face to flush bright red.

This person... usually seems so serious, how come they send such careless text messages?

Don't you know it's daytime working hours?

How dare they call her that so openly!

If someone close to him or her saw this, what would happen?

Although she was thinking this to herself, she replied quickly and honestly with her hands: "I just had Yang Chun'er bring the USB drive up. Please check if there are any problems."

The reply came almost instantly: "I trust you to do it."

Despite his perfectly normal tone, Shen Zhiyi couldn't help but blush. How could this person make her feel like he was flirting with her just by saying a few words?

Just as she was wondering how to reply, the other person sent another message: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

This was clearly an invitation for her to have dinner together.

Shen Zhiyi inexplicably thought of the scene from that morning. The two people who had just confirmed their relationship didn't know how to get close to each other, and sat awkwardly on opposite sides of the dining table, eating their meal quietly.

She could clearly feel him looking at her, but when she shifted her gaze, he quietly looked away again.

Shen Zhiyi couldn't quite describe the feeling, but she felt as if her heart was filled with honey, so sweet it was almost overwhelming.

She thought for a moment and replied, "Let's go home to eat. You cooked breakfast this morning, I'll cook dinner tonight."

Meanwhile, when Yang Chun'er pushed open the door to the president's office, she saw President Lu leaning back in his boss's chair, holding his phone in both hands, smiling broadly.

He looked as if he was happier than if he had won a multi-million dollar lottery.

However, Yang Chun'er quickly shook her head again. With Lu Zichuan's wealth, several million was not even pocket money.

But it's really strange, why are Shen Zhiyi happy and Lu Zichuan happy today?

Is Yang Chun'er the only one in the world who is unhappy?

Thinking of this, Yang Chun'er's displeasure deepened. She slammed the USB drive heavily onto the large mahogany table with a loud "thud," then crossed her arms, plopped down on the sofa, leaned back, raised her chin slightly, and said irritably, "President Lu, I've brought you today's edited video. Please watch it quickly so I can report back."

Her tone was harsh, as if she had swallowed a fishbone, and had absolutely nothing to do with kindness.

But Lu Zichuan wasn't upset at all today. He was in a great mood and instead picked up the USB drive with a smile. He tapped it twice on the computer screen, and the clips that Shen Zhiyi had edited that day began to play smoothly on the screen.

Even though his eyes were fixed on the screen, and the images flashed by frame by frame, Lu Zichuan's mind was filled with Shen Zhiyi's face, which he couldn't shake off.

Yesterday, her playfulness while drinking, her dazed state afterward, the actions that would be considered tantrums by other women but sounded like coquettishness on her, and the way she meticulously counted his eyelashes while staring at him, and then forced him to count hers, her bright eyes filled with earnestness...

And the electric sensation of her soft lips touching his, warm and slightly sweet...

Lu Zichuan pursed his lips, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily. Oh no, he missed her so much, his heart was trembling with longing.

He turned off the screen, stood up nimbly, and slid his chair back a bit.

Seeing this, Yang Chun'er frowned, leaned forward, and said warily, "What are you doing? Just say what you want to say."

She used to be eager to spend more time with Lu Zichuan, but ever since she learned that this man was bisexual, she has only been wary of him. No matter how handsome he is, it's no use, because safety comes first.

Lu Zichuan didn't even glance at her, walking straight past her without stopping, leaving behind the words: "There's a problem, I'll go down and talk to her."

Yang Chun'er, sitting on the sofa: "..."

That shouldn't be the case. Shen Zhiyi is always reliable, and she was in such a good mood today, so the things she made should be even better. Is the problem so big that it's worth making Lu Zichuan make a special trip alone?

......

In the editing room, Shen Zhiyi continued to stare intently at the screen. She was wearing headphones, completely blocking out the outside world. Only when she felt countless eyes staring at her, as if she had been pricked by a needle, did she frown and look up from the screen.

However, the next second, her eyes met Lu Zichuan's very faint eyes, which held a tenderness she could not understand.

He appeared in the office without anyone noticing, and walked silently to her desk, like a gust of wind without disturbing anyone. He looked at her with a smile on his lips, his eyes filled with tenderness that could almost drip water.

Shen Zhiyi was startled, her heart skipped a beat, and she stood up from the stool with a "whoosh," the stool making a grating screeching sound as it scraped against the floor.

She hurriedly took off her headphones, hanging the earcups around her neck, and stammered, "Mr. Lu, why did you come down?"

Seeing her flustered appearance, Lu Zichuan's smile deepened, but seeing that Shen Zhiyi was practically begging him for a wink, afraid that she would give herself away, he straightened his face, suppressed his smile, and said in a deep voice, "There's a problem with the film that was sent up. Come with me."

Shen Zhiyi was startled, instinctively thinking that there was really a problem. While frantically trying to recall where she had gone wrong, she nervously followed Lu Zichuan into the next-door reception room, her palms sweating.

After the two of them went inside, Lu Zichuan closed the door and pressed a button next to it. With a "whoosh," the originally transparent glass instantly turned into a frosted mist, making it absolutely impossible for anyone from the outside to see what was happening inside, thus completely separating a private space.