Mr. Lu, Mr. Su is being coquettish again!

Su Nanqin also became agitated: "When have I ever disrespected you? You said you'd listen, and have I ever failed to? I just wanted you to come over, and that's being unreasonable and disrespectful?"

Su Nanqin had always been well-behaved and obedient in front of Lu Fang, and he basically listened to whatever Lu Fang said. This was the first time he had reacted so strongly and had a big argument with Lu Fang.

"You still say you're not being unreasonable? Look at the time! What should you be doing at this hour? Huh? Did you forget what time I told you you had to go to sleep?"

Su Nanqin suffers from severe sleep disorder, and Lu Fang has stipulated that he must go to bed on time. Just thinking about this makes Lu Fang feel that the other person is too disobedient, and he can't help but scold him, not wanting to continue the previous topic.

Lu Fang had a feeling that if they continued talking, the argument would only get more heated, and Su Nanqin simply didn't understand his persistence.

If he truly wanted to be with Su Nanqin, he would be even less likely to accept such an impolite request as Su Nanqin casually offering him a hundred stores.

In the past, he might not have been so excited, or so eager to improve his career, but now that he has Su Nanqin, everything is different.

He is Su Nanqin's man, and should have the ability to protect her.

Neither of them was wrong. One took it for granted that what was mine was yours, while the other desperately tried to give the other a sense of security through his own abilities.

Su Nanqin is too outstanding, and Lu Fang can't help but feel pressured.

When Su Nanqin heard that Lu Fang not only disagreed with his return but also scolded him for staying up late, he almost couldn't help but shed tears of grievance. Lu Fang had always gone along with him.

Finally, he slammed the phone down.

He sat on the sofa, with the strawberry cake he had just made that afternoon on the coffee table; it was already a little deformed.

The heart-shaped card next to the strawberry read "Happy Birthday Nan Nan~" and had a cute heart shape in the middle. Su Nanqin's handwriting was beautiful, just like him.

This was written by him on behalf of Lu Fang.

Today is Su Nanqin's 26th birthday, but Lu Fang forgot.

No one has ever celebrated his birthday with him since he was a child.

So this year's birthday wish is to spend it with Lu Fang, and also to force Lu Fang to say happy birthday to him, and then kiss him.

Su Nanqin's parents were in a marriage of convenience. In order to maintain the image of family harmony, they would always send people to deliver some high-end toys on his birthday, but they never showed up in person.

Lu Fang said that people like them, born with a silver spoon in their mouths, lack nothing. In fact, Su Nanqin lacked everything: fatherly love, motherly love, and even a simple birthday blessing.

This was the first time Su Nanqin had celebrated his birthday, because he had met someone very important in his life—Lu Fang.

He thought Lu Fang would remember, since his birthday was on various headlines and Baidu Baike, but then he thought about Lu Fang's unrestrained and unconventional personality.

How could I possibly remember his birthday?

Although he was a little disappointed, it was okay. He could cook it himself and then they could eat together when Lu Fang arrived.

Lu Fang will definitely wish him a happy birthday, his first birthday greeting ever.

He became happier and happier as he thought about it, and without paying attention, the fruit knife cut his fair index finger, and blood trickled out.

He was actually very afraid of pain. The old butler, who had watched him grow up, was heartbroken. When had this young master ever cooked by himself?

The first one didn't work, so Su Nanqin made two more. He carefully learned the designs from the cake chef and added some small decorations himself.

It was a little romance between him and Lu Fang.

Will Lu Fang praise him? He'll probably feed himself cake.

The more he thought about it, the happier he became. He put the cake on the coffee table and sat down to wait. He didn't call Lu Fang until eleven o'clock.

If he had called earlier, Lu Fang would probably have said something to him.

He looked at the cake that had already crumbled on the coffee table, slid off the sofa with a sad expression, and took a couple of bites with his fork.

He ate and cried at the same time. He wiped away his tears. It was almost midnight, and Lu Fang hadn't come. He still had to wish himself a happy birthday.

He imitated what he saw others celebrating their birthdays when he was a child: he lit a candle, leaned forward, gently blew it out, and, holding their hands, cried, "Happy birthday, Nan Nan~"

This was supposed to be what Lu Fang told him.

After finishing his call, Lu Fang leaned against the railing and smoked countless cigarettes. He only came to his senses when the cigarette butts were burning his index finger.

Then he slapped himself, and a burning pain shot through him.

He shouldn't have been so harsh on Su Nanqin. Although Su Nanqin was spoiled, she rarely acted unreasonably.

Lu Fang has been too tense lately, his mind is full of thoughts about building his career. Su Nanqin is someone he needs to protect, and he can't be incapable of protecting his loved one.

Tonight, Su Nanqin called again and said those things, even calling it a "shabby shop".

He felt that Su Nanqin was acting strangely tonight, but he couldn't figure out why.

The burning pain on his face was a clear reminder that he shouldn't have been so agitated. Su Nanqin was never one to be fierce, and he couldn't bear to see the other person cry.

In the end, Lu Fang did not go back. He was afraid that his temper would hurt the other party again, and he instinctively wanted to escape so that both of them could calm down.

Everyone in the Su Group knows that President Su is in a bad mood today.

Because as soon as he arrived, he gave Lin Yi a severe scolding. Lin Yi was used to being arrogant and meticulous in his work, and he had almost never been scolded before. As soon as he left the office, he ran to the break room and cried quietly in grievance.

It terrified everyone in the company.

He also criticized the senior executives at the high-level planning meeting for the substandard proposal.

He criticized several veterans who were over fifty years old as utterly worthless.

From leaders to employees, everyone was on edge, afraid to make a mistake, lest they lose their jobs and have to endure wrath.

Lu Fang went to Su Nanqin's house near nightfall, but no one was home.

He went to the kitchen intending to make some simple noodles and wait for Su Nanqin to return so they could talk more later.

Su Nanqin rarely cooks and doesn't let the housekeeper cook either. The refrigerator is usually empty whenever Lu Fang isn't around.

This time, when I opened the refrigerator, there was a lot of flour, eggs, and all kinds of fruits.

He found it strange that he had never seen Su Nanqin enter the kitchen.

Lu Fang arrived around six o'clock and was sitting in the living room, almost breaking the Snake game in his hand. Su Nanqin still hadn't returned.

He glanced at the time; it was eleven o'clock. He frowned. Su Nanqin had never come home this late when he was around.

A noise came from the entrance hall. Lu Fang's Snake game filled the entire screen. He didn't have time to turn around: "Why are you back so late today?"

He had already decided that as long as Su Nanqin stopped being so temperamental, he would let last night's incident slide and he would coax him.

After a long silence behind him, Lu Fang was about to turn around when he heard a crisp voice: "Sir."

The man's voice was clear and his tone was very respectful, but in this situation, he made it sound like he was calling someone "sir" with great hesitation.

Lu Fang turned around and saw a tall man in a suit. Su Nanqin was drunk and was being held by the man, her head resting on his shoulder.

The man helped him up and called out, "Sir, wake up, we're home."

Lu Fang practically jumped to his feet, staring in disbelief at the scene before him.

Then he put down his phone, almost unable to contain his anger, and walked up to Su Nanqin, roughly pulling the drunk Su Nanqin towards him.

The man in front of him looked at him in disbelief and tried to reach out to grab Su Nanqin, but Lu Fang blocked him.

The scene was chaotic, but Su Nanqin still nestled in Lu Fang's arms and whimpered, "Ruan Qi~ I feel unwell..."

His consciousness was fading, yet he still remembered to call for help. Lu Fang felt like his insides were churning, and he wanted to raise his hand and slap this guy who was drunk and hadn't come home in the middle of the night.

The man in front of Su Nanqin, whom he called Ruan Qi, almost lit up with excitement when he heard Su Nanqin call him, and hurriedly said, "I'm here, sir, I'm here."

Lu Fang's eyes were so dark they seemed to be overflowing with blood as he stared at the man opposite him: "Who are you?"