Wen Fucheng canceled his evening social engagement just to pick her up.
Ying Jing felt nothing but exhaustion after getting in the car.
With her eyes closed, she heard him ask what she wanted to eat for dinner. Before she could answer, her shoes were already removed, and the next moment, her feet were placed on his lap.
A phone call interrupted a brief moment of intimacy between them.
While listening to his subordinate through the Bluetooth headset, the man didn't idle his hands, massaging Ying Jing's sore legs.
When he took off the headset.
The person in the seat was already asleep.
The young assistant in front was just about to continue discussing Ying Jing's recent schedule but was interrupted by a cool voice.
"Keep it down, she's asleep." That 'she's asleep' was spoken so gently. "Send her schedule to my phone."
The assistant didn't dare to disobey.
