He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

Upon hearing this, the tenderness in Wen Zhaoci's eyes vanished instantly, her gaze darkened abruptly, and a strong sense of jealousy surged through her heart.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible grievance and possessiveness, and frowned slightly: "Did I not give enough?"

Is it really worth regretting the pocket money Fu Yanchen gave her?

Upon hearing this, Sang Jiuning immediately realized that the other person was jealous. She was both amused and exasperated, and quickly cupped his face in her hands to explain, "That's not what I meant!"

"You've already given me so much, so much! You gave me a black card, I can spend it however I want, you never restrict me, why would I covet someone else's pocket money?"

But Zhao Ci was not buying into any attempts at appeasement.

The next second, he firmly gripped her slender waist with one hand, the force gentle yet allowing no escape. With a swift movement, he flipped her over and pinned Sang Jiuning firmly onto the soft sofa.

The setting sun cast its light and shadow on the two intertwined figures.

He leaned down and showered his forehead with a dense, tender yet domineering kiss, from his forehead and brows to his soft lips, the kisses lingering and passionate, becoming unstoppable.

The kiss lingered for a long time, their breaths mingling.

Wen Zhaoci slightly raised his head, pressed his forehead against hers, his lips parted slightly, his breath slightly hot, his voice hoarse yet tender, filled with possessiveness, and softly requested, "Wife, call me husband so I can hear it."

He desperately wanted to hear those two words.

Sang Jiuning's cheeks flushed red, her ears burned, and her heart was pounding wildly. Her mind went blank from his kiss, and she didn't have time to think at all.

She instinctively went along with him, softly whispering, "Husband..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Sang Jiuning regretted it instantly.

How embarrassing!

The two soft, gentle words, like feathers lightly brushing against Wen Zhaoci's heart, stirred up his emotions.

His eyes deepened with affection, his smile broadened, and he leaned down to kiss her again, more tenderly, passionately, and passionately than before, showering her with utmost affection.

Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly intimate, a clear "gurgling" sound suddenly rang out.

It was Sang Jiuning's empty stomach that was openly protesting her hunger.

Wen Zhaoci paused, stopped all her movements instantly, and chuckled softly.

He propped himself up, gently helped her to her feet, and lightly touched her reddened lips with his fingertips, asking tenderly, "Are you starving? What would you like to eat? I'll make it for you."

Sang Jiuning's cheeks were still flushed as she leaned softly against him and obediently told him what she wanted to eat: "I want to eat shrimp wontons."

Dinner was eaten quietly, without a single sound from the table.

After finishing the last bite of her meal, Sang Jiuning put down her chopsticks and completely relaxed.

Too lazy to move, she simply nestled in the soft sofa in the living room, chatting and playing with the smart robot, Wanwu.

Wanwu spoke gently, obediently keeping up with her conversation. She would occasionally throw in a few English phrases to chat with Sang Jiuning, and sometimes tell her lighthearted little stories. Wanwu's words made Sang Jiuning's eyes crinkle with a relaxed smile.

In the study, only a somber and quiet atmosphere remained.

Wen Zhaoci stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her fingers gripping her phone. Her profile was cold and sharp, and she exuded an aura of unapproachability.

He lowered his eyes, a faint shadow hanging over them, and spoke in a flat tone.

"Dr. Zhou is still hiding something; he hasn't explained it all clearly."

Lu Xiangyang on the other end of the phone immediately responded, his attitude respectful and efficient: "I understand, President. I'll arrange it right away and dig out all the things he's hiding, especially those involving Madam."

"Hmm." Wen Zhaoci responded indifferently, her tone completely calm. "Once everything is cleared up, let's send them abroad."

"Yes, Mr. President."

Wen Zhaoci felt that Wen Fengzhi was an eyesore and an eyesore. Last time, he was whipped with a belt by Wen Fengzhi, and he immediately dismissed Wen Fengzhi from his post. Although it was a sinecure with no real power, he still found it an eyesore.

After finishing the last bit of work, Wen Zhaoci hung up the phone and casually put it in her pocket.

The cold, menacing aura around him vanished instantly, and only when he looked at the small figure in the living room did his eyes fill with a unique tenderness.

He stepped out of the study, his gaze immediately fixed on Sang Jiuning on the sofa.

The girl leaned softly against the sofa, her head tilted slightly, listening attentively to Wanwu's story. Her gentle features and obedient appearance made Wen Zhaoci's heart itch.

He strode over, bent down, stretched out his long arm, and easily scooped the soft little girl into his arms, holding her steadily in his arms.

The sudden lift startled Sang Jiuning, who instinctively reached out to wrap her arms around his neck and looked up at him with her wet eyes.

Wen Zhaoci lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers, his voice low and husky, filled with tender laughter: "Wife, let's take a bath together."

Sang Jiuning's cheeks instantly flushed, her ears turned bright red, and she felt both shy and embarrassed. She quickly and gently pushed his shoulder, saying, "Put me down. I can wash myself. I don't need you to carry me."

Wen Zhaoci didn't stop, carrying her straight to the bathroom, chuckling softly, his tone slightly playful: "It's not like it's the first time I've washed you, what's there to be shy about?"

Sang Jiuning is shy and always gets embarrassed, but he always manages to have her completely under his thumb.

Sang Jiuning's cheeks burned even hotter at his words. She buried her face in his neck, not daring to speak again, yet she couldn't break free from his embrace.

The bathroom lights were soft and bright, creating a gentle, warm atmosphere.

……

When Sang Jiuning came out of the bathroom after all that fuss, she completely collapsed into his arms, her legs weak and unable to stand up.

The faint marks that had been fading away a few days ago have now reappeared, densely covering my skin and clearly visible.

She lowered her eyes, not daring to look, feeling both angry and aggrieved. Before she could even catch her breath, she caught a glimpse of the small, already opened umbrella in the corner of the sink.

Sang Jiuning recalled watching Wen Zhaoci raise her hand to pick up the box, her slender fingers pinching the packaging, her head slightly lowered, and gently tearing open the edge with her teeth.

The crisp sound of the packaging tearing was particularly clear in the quiet bathroom.

Sang Jiuning was still a little dazed at the time, and couldn't help but ask the question that had been bothering her, her voice soft and hoarse from crying: "That night... you were clearly useless."

She remembered clearly that he didn't take any precautions during their first time.

Wen Zhaoci paused, looked up at her, a deep smile in his eyes, and gently stroked her flushed cheek. "The first time is different."

"That was the first time we truly had each other," he lowered his head, his nose brushing against her earlobe, his voice low and seductive, "I didn't want anything between us, I wanted you completely."

What he didn't say was that although he had calculated her safe period and carefully controlled the degree of intimacy each time.

But deep down, I had a despicable thought: if I get pregnant, I definitely won't break up with you.

If Sang Jiuning knew what Wen Zhaoci was thinking, she would probably say to him: "If you want to break up, you can still run away with the baby."