The young lady hired me to help her and the young master have an online romance.

Level 1 combat initiated!

In a flash, Jiang Wan bent down faster than she ever had in her life and slapped the screen.

My fingers flew across the side button.

The screen went out.

She picked up her phone, threw down an "I'm sorry," and walked past him.

"stop."

Shang Shixu's voice came from behind.

Jiang Wan stopped in her tracks.

She forced a relatively calm smile, turned her head, and asked in a distant tone, "Sir, is there anything else?"

Are you afraid of me?

"no."

"Then why are you in such a hurry?"

"Who isn't in a rush to get off work?"

Business Time Sequence: "..."

Makes sense.

The strange feeling that had just arisen in my heart quickly subsided.

He looked down at her, and a gentle breeze blew by, lifting a strand of the girl's loose hair.

Strands of hair blew against her fair and radiant cheeks.

She reached up and brushed her hand to her ear, the movement casual.

Shang Shixu's heart skipped a beat.

The strange emotion that had just been suppressed resurfaced.

He said in a harsh voice, "You can leave now."

Jiang Wan turned and left.

I didn't bother calling a ride-hailing service; I just flagged down a passing taxi and got in.

"Master, to S University."

The car started, and she leaned back in her seat, her heart still pounding wildly.

That was close.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly enough.

After calming down, Jiang Wan reviewed whether her actions had given her away.

He used a "business voice," and his conversations were fluent and flawless.

Most importantly, she changed her entire outfit.

Jiang Wan really wanted to give herself a thumbs up!

That was incredibly prescient!

It seems I need to be more cautious in the future.

......

At the entrance of the clubhouse.

Shang Shixu stood there, watching the taxi disappear from sight.

He suppressed that strange emotion and reminded himself—

No matter how similar they may seem, they are still two different people.

Don't pay too much attention to a stranger.

*

10:40 PM, at the merchant's villa.

The lighting was warm and soft.

Shang Shixu pushed open the door, startling the people in the living room.

In the living room on the first floor, Shang Mochen sat on the sofa reading documents, while Qiao Lan leaned on his shoulder reading a novel.

The TV was on, but the volume was very low; I had no idea what it was showing.

Upon hearing the sound, the two looked up at the same time.

"You're back?" Qiao Lan sat up straight and looked her son up and down.

He's still so handsome.

No wonder he's her son.

Shang Mochen put down the documents, deliberately adopting a fatherly demeanor, and asked in a deep voice, "What brings you back to the country?"

Shang Shixu tossed his car keys onto the table. "Going to see my girlfriend."

Shang Mochen nodded subconsciously. "Seeing my girlfriend..." He suddenly looked up. "What did you say?"

"You're in a relationship? When did that start?"

Qiao Lan jumped up from the sofa and continued her husband's words.

"Which family's heiress is she? How far has she progressed in her career? Bring her back so we can see!"

Both parents were shocked that their son was in a relationship.

Although the son has emerged from the shadow of that incident.

But over the years, he has never been seen to have any contact with women.

Now he's quietly started dating?

This is simply a miracle!

Shang Shixu walked back towards the stairwell, saying, "I'll bring her back after I catch her."

He went upstairs, leaving his parents, still in shock, in the living room.

Shang Mochen and Qiao Lan looked at each other in bewilderment.

Shang Mochen frowned. "That kid just said... 'After I win him over'? Didn't we already confirm our relationship?"

He looked at his wife, his eyes filled with confusion.

Qiao Lan rolled her eyes, rested her index finger on her chin, and looked like she was doing a deep analysis.

"It's probably because...that girl hasn't fallen for our son yet."

"Then how did they confirm their relationship?" Shang Mochen was even more confused.

Qiao Lan clapped her hands, giving him an "I understand" look.

"Maybe they're in a consensual relationship, and our son is forcing himself on them!"

"Our son is already a powerful CEO at such a young age. He can sign an agreement and set conditions, and that girl has no choice but to comply."

"Then he fell in love with her during the process, but the girl wasn't interested, so he traveled back across the border to win her back!"

"Isn't that how it's always portrayed in short dramas?"

Shang Mochen's face darkened. "You should watch less short dramas."

"Besides, don't you understand your own son?"

"That guy's a quiet, sharp-tongued jerk who never gets close to women outside the marriage. How could he possibly force himself on someone?"

Qiao Lan laughed and patted her husband's shoulder, "You really have absolutely no sense of humor."

"Of course I know what kind of personality my son has. Getting him to take the initiative to get close to the opposite sex is harder than climbing to heaven."

"But nothing is absolute. What if he has someone he likes, but that person doesn't like him back?"

"Given his personality, he'll do everything he can to snatch it."

Shang Mochen thought about his son's business tactics and realized that his wife's words made sense.

His son's methods were far more radical than his own, so he nodded in approval.

Seeing his serious, tacit expression, Qiao Lan had the idea to tease him.

"Let me tell you, don't criticize me for watching short dramas, they're quite interesting."

"The domineering CEO in the short drama, carrying his wife with one arm and holding her shoes with the other, is incredibly charming!"

"I just like this kind of thing—"

"Ah!" Qiao Lan exclaimed.

Shang Mochen stretched out his long arm, put one arm around her waist, and lifted her up.

Qiao Lan instinctively wrapped her arms around her husband's neck, lifted her legs off the ground, and hung on him.

The man used his other hand to take off her slippers and hold them in his hand.

He glanced at her expressionlessly, his tone as calm as if he were holding a board meeting.

"Go back to your room and deal with you."

He strode towards the stairwell.

Qiao Lan's eyes were alluring as she leaned close to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids.

"If you're so capable, make sure I can't get out of bed tomorrow."

The man paused slightly, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "He asked for trouble."

After saying that, he carried the person upstairs, his slippers dangling in his hand, each step he took firm and powerful.

He walked into the master bedroom and kicked the door shut behind him.

Slippers were carelessly tossed on the carpet. Qiao Lan was laid down on the bed by her husband, her hair spread out.

She smiled and reached out to grab his collar.

"Honey, do you think our son can win that girl's heart?"

Shang Mochen lowered his head and brushed the strands of hair from her face with his fingertips.

"Let him deal with his own problems. You should worry about yourself first."

Qiao Lan traced ambiguous circles on his chest with her fingertips. "What do I have to worry about?"

Before he could finish speaking, a passionate kiss swept over him.

......

Saturday, 7:30 a.m.

Jiang Wan was woken up by her biological clock.

I rolled over and reached for my phone.

There's a new message on the screen, sent by Shang Shixu at 7 AM.

Lie: [Are you awake?]

Jiang Wan rubbed her eyes as her memories returned.

He realized that Shang Shixu was currently in Haicheng.

Nice Rabbit Squid: [Just woke up, why did you wake up so early, brother?]

The other side replied very quickly.

Lie: [Washes up, goes downstairs]

Nice Rabbit Squid: [?]

Lie: [I'm downstairs at your dorm]

Jiang Wan: ∑(°口°๑)!!!