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

Ever since he was severely punished by Lu Fang for trying to steal medicine, Su Nanqin never dared to cheat or shirk his responsibilities again.

Every time Lu Fang took medicine, she would obediently drink it in front of him.

When she's not around, she'll send Lu Fang photos every time.

For example, today, Lin Yi saw that their usually serious CEO Su was actually smiling in the office.

Heaven knows how handsome President Su is when he smiles. His fair skin makes his whole face look very sophisticated, and he even has shallow dimples when he smiles.

Lin Yi was stunned; he glanced at her once and dared not look any longer. There's a rumor in the company: "Who wouldn't want to 'marry' Su Nanqin?" That might be what they're talking about.

Actually, it was because Su Nanqin drank the medicine that Lu Fang had sent, and then sent a picture to Lu Fang.

Then I sent a message saying "I've finished drinking," along with a proud emoji asking for praise.

Lu Fang was preparing to tally the accounts of the main store when he saw this cute and playful emoji asking for praise.

I find them just as adorable as Su Nanqin. Who knew that the seemingly aloof and meticulous CEO Su was actually like this in private?

Not to mention his many adorable little habits, he wants praise for what he does, cries when he's criticized, and snuggles up to him and acts cute when he's in pain.

These are aspects of Su Nanqin that others have never seen before; they are a unique side of Su Nanqin.

This unique possessiveness gave Lu Fang a secret sense of satisfaction, a sweetness that made him feel flustered.

Then he typed a few words on the screen: "Yes, very good, baby."

Then add a kissing emoji.

A pop-up window appeared for Su Nanqin, displaying the above message.

Lu Fang, the grumpy dragon: Hmm, very good, baby.

"Raging Dragon" was the nickname Su Nanqin secretly gave to Lu Fangcun.

The reason is that Lu Fang really resembles a grumpy dragon, the kind that bursts into flames when he gets angry.

I remember the day they changed the nickname, they were sitting on the edge of the bed. He was nestled in Lu Fang's arms, secretly smiling as he changed it.

The person Lu Fang was holding in his arms had a huge smile on their face, but they still tried to hide their phone.

He could tell at a glance that she was plotting something naughty. He leaned closer unexpectedly to see what she was up to: "What mischief are you up to now?"

Although it was a question, the tone was full of doting affection.

When Su Nanqin saw Lu Fang come closer, she snuggled closer to him and then hid her phone in her pocket.

He rarely showed a mischievous smile: "I'm not telling you?"

Su Nanqin rested her head on Lu Fang's arm, the bedside lamp casting a dim yellow light, a very intimate scene.

Lu Fang found it amusing to see Su Nanqin acting like a possessive child, so he tightened his arms around her and held her close.

He lowered his head and threatened, "Oh? You're not going to tell me?"

"I won't tell you." Su Nanqin was not only unafraid but also a little arrogant.

Lu Fang gently tapped his forehead, saying indulgently, "You little rascal. If I find out, I'll teach you a lesson."

Su Nanqin was hurt by the knock, but she nestled in his arms and giggled. Her light purple eyes looked even more sparkling in the dim light, and her eyebrows curved into crescents.

Su Nanqin looks a bit cold when she's not smiling, but when she smiles, two small dimples appear on her cheeks, making her look very sweet and gentle.

Lu Fangxin was so amused that she almost fell asleep.

Su Nanqin ignored Lin Yi standing next to him, his lips almost curling up in a wide smile, just like his mood.

He called me "baby"!!! And he even praised me for being good!!

With a "ding," another message popped up.

Lu Fang, the irritable dragon: I'm free today, I'll pick you up tonight.

I'm even happier now. He came to pick me up!

Then, for the first time, the CEO, with a smirk on his face, replied with a reserved "Mm."

Lin Yi was so surprised to see his boss's lips curl up in uncontrollable joy that his jaw almost dropped.

He had followed Su Nanqin for so many years and had almost never seen the other party smile so genuinely.

Su Nanqin doesn't like to laugh, nor does he need to laugh with anyone.

Lin Yi stood aside, not daring to look too closely. After a while, he waited for Su Nanqin to put his hand down before tentatively reporting back.

Su Nanqin's smile faded as he asked, "What is it?"

Lin Yi noticed that the other person, who had just been smiling, suddenly seemed a little hesitant to speak.

Su Nanqin could tell from his expression that it wasn't good news, so he said directly, "Speak."

Lin Yi tentatively began, "Your father, that is, Mr. Su Xiangming, the former chairman of the board..."

Lin Yi hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Su Nanqin glanced at him.

Lin Yi mustered his courage and continued, "The old chairman just called and said that you are not young anymore, so he asked me to arrange a time for you to meet with the Gu family's daughter."

After Lin Yi finished speaking, he dared not breathe loudly.

He knew that this master and that person were always at odds.

Su Nanqin raised an eyebrow at him, as if deep in thought.

Then he scoffed, "An old man like you still making a fuss."

Lin Yi was unsure what his boss meant: "So, what am I?"

"Just say you don't have time. If it weren't for Grandpa's sake, he would really think he could still control me like before. What a pipe dream." Su Nanqin's face was cold.

"If Chairman Su blames you..." Lin Yi was still worried and added a word for the first time, after all, that man was so cruel that he could even hurt his own son.

Su Nanqin raised her head, her light purple eyes sweeping sharply over him: "Whose side are you on?"

Lin Yi then realized he had been too talkative and wisely shut up.

"Go down, I'll take responsibility for anything that happens." Su Nanqin was in a good mood today and didn't hold a grudge.

Lin Yi left awkwardly. Lu Fang finished his work at the shop, bought some groceries in advance, and went back to Su Nanqin's house, planning to change his clothes before picking her up.

He went to the factory today to check on a batch of goods, so he inevitably got some dust on him, as Su Nanqin hates getting dirty.

It just so happens that Su Nanqin likes to eat takeout hot pot and other strongly flavored foods, so he has been keeping an eye on him and not letting him eat them.

She had been whining and teasing him for a long time, and now that he had some time, he planned to personally cook her a meal as a reward for his little darling's good behavior.

Lu Fang has a bit of a streetwise air about him, and thinking about it like that makes him feel like he's not himself anymore. He can't help but smile when he thinks of Su Nanqin.

It's a feeling of happiness.

When Lu Fang returned, the old butler, Uncle Wan, happened to be home. He greeted him with a smile as he came in.

Uncle Wan watched Su Nanqin grow up from childhood and treated this young master like a son, so he naturally respected Lu Fang as well.

Lu Fang changed his shoes and brought the eight dishes to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and saw the remaining flour inside.

It just occurred to me that Su Nanqin never seems to cook or hire a housekeeper.

He found it strange and had been wanting to ask but hadn't had a chance. Now, he picked up a bag of flour that had been slightly torn and had some powder stuck to it, turned to him, and asked, "Uncle Wan, did you buy this flour? I haven't seen you cooking at home before."

Uncle Wan glanced at the bag of flour, his gaze sweeping over Lu Fang, then hesitated, "This..."

Lu Fang was curious; it was just a bag of flour, what was there to hesitate about? "Hmm?"

Butler Wan hesitated for a moment, then remembered that the young master had spent the whole afternoon making cakes that night. He hadn't gone home that day, but heard a loud argument upstairs, so he went down to the second-floor hallway to look down.

Su Nanqin turned off the lights and almost disappeared into the darkness. Through the light from the yard, he saw a man sitting on the ground leaning against the sofa, crying as he blew out the candle.

Then, as if performing some kind of ritual, she said to herself, "Happy birthday, Nan Nan~"

He was deeply saddened. The young master was very well-behaved and intelligent, but he had never been loved by anyone since he was a child.

He wanted to go down and offer a few words of comfort, but then he suddenly remembered that this young master was very concerned about his image and almost never cried in front of outsiders.

He remembered that when Su Nanqin was about fifteen years old, he was still living with him in the old house.

Su Nanqin is a prodigy who was admitted to Estan University, the best university in China, at the age of fifteen.

It was supposed to be a happy occasion for everyone, but that year Su Nanqin failed a course because of it.

His father punished him by making him kneel in the living room in front of everyone and whipped him severely.

Su Nanqin was whipped until his skin was torn and bleeding, but he gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound.

The servants in the old house all said that the young master was really resilient, and the master was really ruthless.

Su Nanqin had been beaten like this countless times since he was a child.

Everyone thought Su Nanqin wasn't afraid of pain, but the old butler knew that this young master was actually the most delicate and afraid of pain.

That evening, he saw the young master squatting in a corner, hugging his feet and crying in the storage room on the second floor of the old house. He covered his mouth while crying, trying not to make a sound.

The young master is very proud, and even his cold-blooded father won't let him cry.

His father would beat him to death if he found out.

The butler felt sorry for the young master, and also thought that Lu Fang didn't seem unreliable.

She hesitated before speaking, "Actually, the young master bought this to make a cake."

"Making a cake?" Lu Fang asked in surprise, raising his voice at the end of the sentence.

The butler clenched the object in his hand, and finally said with a resolute expression, "Yes, actually that day was the young master's birthday."

"Birthday?" Lu Fang was even more surprised, his grip on the flour tightening unconsciously. He asked eagerly, "Which day?"

He had a premonition that it would happen that day, but he still didn't want to believe it.

"Young Master spent the whole afternoon at home making a cake that day. His hands were all cut, but he kept trying. I've never seen Young Master go into the kitchen before, and I've never seen him care so much about his birthday..." the butler said slowly.

The veins on Lu Fang's hands, gripping the flour, bulged. With each word the butler spoke, his heart sank a little deeper; his intuition told him it was that day.

The butler glanced at him and continued, "That night, the young master waited alone in the living room for a long time with the cake. He was initially excited, but gradually became more and more disappointed. I came out after hearing a loud argument, and when I came out, I saw the young master sitting on the floor crying as he blew out the candles, and then, while crying, he wished himself a happy birthday..."

The butler's voice was calm and steady, and his speech was not very fast, but Lu Fang could barely hold the flour in his hand.

Those words were like knives cutting into his heart. He almost looked at the butler, opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Judging from the other party's expression, the butler guessed that Lu Fang was unaware of the situation, which further confirmed that the person Su Nanqin had been waiting for that night was Lu Fang.

He continued, saying that the young master needed someone to love him, and he hoped that someone who truly loved and cherished him would protect and pamper him, so that he could have peace of mind when he returned to the fields.

"Young Master is actually quite pitiful. No one has ever celebrated his birthday with him since he was a child. Everyone thought he was aloof and didn't need it, but what he's always lacked is these things... I could tell how much he was looking forward to it from how enthusiastically he made the cake that day..."