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Bed.

Zhang Yifan lay on his side, fast asleep.

He barely slept a wink last night.

The entire process involved self-inflicted stress, reflection, and internal struggles over right and wrong, leaving me physically and mentally exhausted.

The moment I lay down to catch up on sleep in the early morning, my tense nerves completely relaxed.

Plus, the soft, warm body against my chest instantly gave me a huge sense of security.

He closed his eyes for only a few seconds before falling into a deep sleep.

His breathing was even and deep; he was fast asleep.

Shen Zhiyi didn't move, but nestled obediently in Zhang Yifan's arms.

Her head was pressed against his chest, lying there quietly.

At first, he obediently closed his eyes and rested.

After a while, it gets a bit boring.

She opened her eyes wide.

He stared intently at the face so close to his.

Heavy dark circles still lingered around his eyes.

It's obvious you really stayed up all night last night.

Her usually lively eyes and brows were completely relaxed at this moment.

He's lost some of his typical straight-man's slowness and dullness, and gained a quieter, more obedient demeanor.

As she watched, a smile quietly crept onto Shen Zhiyi's lips.

Since she had nothing better to do, she rolled her eyes slightly.

Suddenly an idea came to mind, and a little mischievous thought popped into my head.

Anyway, this guy sleeps as soundly as a pig.

Why not give it a try!

Shen Zhiyi quietly got up and left the bedroom, and soon after quietly lay back down.

He took out an ultra-fine black pen, moving so lightly it was almost silent.

Tiny, fine lines were drawn above his lips.

Each stroke was meticulously arranged.

Not only did they draw on a mustache, but they also added a thick layer of whisker lines to his chin.

It looks sloppy, yet incredibly realistic, like a naturally occurring thick beard.

If Zhang Yifan had darker skin, he would look exactly like Zhang Fei reincarnated.

Throughout the entire process, Zhang Yifan showed absolutely no reaction.

He was sleeping so soundly that he didn't even flinch, let alone raise his hand or open his eyes.

After Shen Zhiyi finished drawing, she suppressed a smile, put away her brush, and snuggled back into his arms, shifting to a more comfortable position.

……

I don't know how much time passed.

Zhang Yifan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyelids slowly opened.

My consciousness was still in a state of confusion, my mind was blank and dazed.

My vision blurred, then gradually focused.

What came into view was Shen Zhiyi's delicate little face.

Her large, clear eyes stared straight at him, gentle yet lively.

Zhang Yifan wasn't fully awake yet, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"What time is it?"

Shen Zhiyi looked at his dazed expression, unable to hide the smile in her eyes, and spoke softly and gently.

"It's past 2 PM."

Around 2:00?

Zhang Yifan's mind went blank for a moment, and half of his remaining sleepiness vanished instantly.

He suddenly looked up, completely awake.

Holy crap!

He actually slept for so long?

I only planned to take a short nap and catch up on my sleep, but I ended up sleeping soundly from early morning until late afternoon.

The key is!

He was still holding Shen Zhiyi in his arms.

I slept incredibly soundly and deeply.

Zhang Yifan paused for two seconds, then looked down at the person in his arms.

Why didn't you wake me up?

Shen Zhiyi suppressed a laugh and pretended to be well-behaved.

"You were sleeping so soundly, I didn't want to wake you."

Zhang Yifan was completely unaware of anything unusual.

I assumed she was just feeling sorry for me because I was staying up all night and getting tired, and I felt a warm feeling in my heart instantly.

He reached out and gently rubbed her head, his tone tinged with a mixture of doting helplessness.

"Idiot, aren't you hungry?"

Shen Zhiyi puffed out her chest, stubbornly refusing to admit it.

I'm not hungry.

The voice just fell.

Gollum—

A clear rumbling sound suddenly rang out, particularly noticeable in the quiet bedroom.

Shen Zhiyi's face flushed instantly, and she pursed her lips awkwardly.

Zhang Yifan was taken aback at first, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Fully awake, I rolled over and got out of bed.

"Alright, stop pretending."

"Come on, let's wash up and have breakfast."

He moved swiftly, dressed and got out of bed, his spirits mostly restored.

The fatigue from staying up all night was completely made up for by this sleep.

But when he walked into the bathroom and looked up at the mirror...

The next second, Zhang Yifan froze on the spot.

Confused.

The person in the mirror had a thick, neat black beard above their lips.

His chin was covered with layers of thick beard, which looked ridiculously lush.

The key is that it is extremely neat, completely unlike the messy appearance of naturally grown plants.

You can tell at a glance that this is painted on!

Who did it?

The answer instantly came to mind.

Except for that cunning little girl who takes advantage of him while he's sleeping.

Who else could it be!

Zhang Yifan's mouth twitched violently.

He twitched the corners of his mouth at the mirror.

His beard deformed and swayed, making it extremely comical.

No wonder Shen Zhiyi was holding back her laughter!

No wonder she didn't wake me up!

So they made him sleep all morning with a fake beard on!

Zhang Yifan gritted his teeth.

"Shen! Zhi! Yi!"

The sound penetrated the bathroom and echoed throughout the entire house.

Hearing the shouts from outside the door, Shen Zhiyi laughed so hard her shoulders were shaking.

But he held back, afraid to make a sound, lest this guy catch him and settle scores.

Zhang Yifan was on the verge of tears, and quickly wet and scrubbed the area.

Unfortunately, the ink from water-based pens adheres very strongly and cannot be washed off no matter how much you rub it.

It was getting late, and I still had to go out.

He completely gave up and simply pulled out a mask to cover half his face.

Out of sight, out of mind! Let's get out there and get down to business first.

I'll settle the score with this little brat later!

……

Half an hour later.

Downstairs from the headquarters building of the Rice Group.

The tall buildings stand majestically.

As a leading internet giant in China.

The security, pomp, and standards here are all top-notch.

Zhang Yifan wore a mask that covered most of his face, leaving only his eyes visible.

Holding Shen Zhiyi's hand, they walked into the building.

Having given prior notice, Tian Jun was already waiting at the front desk.

Upon seeing the two enter, he immediately greeted them with a smile.

Their eyes immediately fell on Zhang Yifan's mask.

His brow furrowed slightly, showing concern.

"Yifan, why are you wearing a mask? Have you caught a cold? Are you feeling unwell?"

Zhang Yifan's eyes darted around, and he felt incredibly embarrassed inside.

He couldn't very well say that his girlfriend had drawn a beard all over his face and he couldn't take off his mask.

Even someone like Zhang has his pride!

He could only cough lightly and force himself to give a perfunctory answer.

"Hmm, I've caught a bit of a chill..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Zhiyi, who was standing to the side, couldn't hold back any longer.

His head lowered slightly, and his shoulders began to sway uncontrollably up and down.

She bit her lip hard, trying her best to suppress her laughter.

Judging from his appearance, he was clearly enduring extreme hardship.

Who is Tian Jun?

A cunning old fox who's been in the business world for decades.

His ability to read people's expressions and demeanor was already at its peak; he could tell something was wrong at a glance.

Do you have a cold or chills?

If she has a cold, why is the little girl trying not to laugh?

Tian Jun looked puzzled, a bunch of questions popping into his mind.

He secretly sized up the two of them, inwardly cursing them.

Are young people these days all so strange in their tastes?

It's honestly a bit hard to understand.

Although he couldn't understand it, his curiosity was completely piqued.

His eyes were fixed on Zhang Yifan's mask.

His gaze was filled with intense inquiry.

The more I looked, the more curious I became, and the more curious I became, the more I wanted to watch.

What secrets are hidden under the mask?

Zhang Yifan felt extremely uncomfortable under his gaze.

My scalp tingled; I was so embarrassed I wanted to scratch my toes.

He was screaming wildly inside.

Nima!

An old man in his fifties.

Can't you be a little more composed?

How can someone be more curious than an elementary school student!

Can you please stop staring?

If he keeps staring at him, he'll really die on the spot!

To avoid being watched and investigated further.

Zhang Yifan quickly changed the subject.

This awkward tug-of-war was abruptly ended.

"Mr. Tian, ​​please don't stand there."

"Take me to see the office area of ​​my new company."

Upon hearing this, Tian Jun immediately stopped watching with amusement and smiled as he raised his hand to lead the way.

"Haha! Okay, I thought you were going to come this morning, but I didn't expect you to be so patient and only come this afternoon."

Tian Jun led the way with a smile, his curiosity undiminished.

I'm still wildly imagining what's behind those masks.

Zhang Yifan walked in front.

The whole process was tense.

I just hope nothing unexpected happens along the way.

Don't let your mask fall off!