Fu Xinran’s feelings for Wang Zhuo were complicated; she admired his talent and loved his true nature, yet she knew a traditional outcome between them was impossible, aware that Wang Zhuo was quite the playboy surrounded by many stunning beauties.

Wang Zhuo was wearing only a simple style jacket today. Beneath it were slim straight-leg trousers—an outfit bordering on late spring or early summer attire, suggesting his excellent constitution meant he felt no chill.

After days of recovery and nourishment, he had completely reverted from the gaunt figure he possessed after the "Angel" R&D concluded, his physique still robust, radiating a powerful masculine energy that gave Fu Xinran a feeling that was both dangerous and thrilling.

A woman’s intuition told her this man possessed an irresistible charm, and it was highly likely he was about to make a move.

“It’s all your fault; my classmates are annoyed. They said they could only wait for me an extra hour. But I’m covering all the expenses tonight…” she chided playfully, attempting to distract Wang Zhuo.

Wang Zhuo asked, “Dressed up so beautifully today—was it for waiting for me, or for meeting your classmates?”

“Of course, it was to meet my classmates,” Fu Xinran replied with a light smile. “I’m just your employee; I have no obligation to dress up for you…”

“You’re lying…” Wang Zhuo pointed at her, saying triumphantly, “Don’t think you can hide it from my eyes. You just put that makeup on, and it was after you received my call.”

“Don’t dream up silly things…” Fu Xinran’s face flushed slightly after her little maneuver was exposed, but she staunchly denied it.

Wang Zhuo admired her bashful beauty, lifted his chin slightly, and commanded, “Call your classmates. Tell them you can’t make it tonight…”

“But they are waiting for me…” Fu Xinran seemed troubled.

“Are there any men there?” Wang Zhuo inquired.

Fu Xinran’s expression became momentarily odd: “One man and one woman…”

“Oh, I see…” Wang Zhuo immediately grasped the detail from her look and smirked, “It’s a female classmate trying to introduce you to a man, isn’t it? A blind date?”

Although Fu Xinran hid it well, such a small tell couldn't escape Wang Zhuo’s fiery clairvoyance. Being exposed so accurately by him made Fu Xinran stare at him in surprise; she never expected him to guess so precisely.

She spread her hands helplessly and retorted, “So what if it is? Will you let me off work early to solve the age-old problem of being single?”

Wang Zhuo burst out laughing. If Fu Xinran could be called an 'age-old problem,' the world would surely be flooded with spinsters; a beautiful, wealthy young woman like her was the most sought-after commodity globally—if she announced her availability, queues of suitors would form instantly!

“Come here, let’s talk over here…” Wang Zhuo walked toward the sofa and beckoned Fu Xinran back over his shoulder.

Fu Xinran hesitated. The sofa was clearly not the right place; the documents and materials were all on the desk and in the computer. If they were discussing work, why move to the sofa instead of the desk?

Seeing her slow to move, Wang Zhuo simply walked back, took her right hand, and led her toward the sofa.

Fu Xinran offered only a token resistance, knowing she couldn't break free from his grasp, but she also couldn't appear entirely compliant. The tension, excitement, and internal struggle she felt were indescribable.

“Let me see,” he said, settling onto the comfortable sofa, instantly tossing work aside. “Have you gained weight?”

When developing Angel, Wang Zhuo had become painfully thin, and Fu Xinran’s weight had dropped a full eight kilograms. However, her facial structure was one that was minimally affected by weight loss, making it unnoticeable without close inspection.

For a woman in the prime of her youth, losing weight from nearly 100 jin to just over 80 jin in about a month was astonishing, especially since Fu Xinran’s height was above average. After the successful development of Angel, when she changed out of her lab coat and tried to wear her old clothes, they barely fit anymore.

With little effort, Wang Zhuo suppressed the struggling hands of the cold, stunning secretary, lifted the hem of her suit jacket, and slid his large hand along her delicate skin, moving upward, bypassing the constraint of her bra clasp, and grasping a warm, soft mound.

36D. The '36' referred to her bust measurement, related to body mass and ribcage size, but it directly correlated with the size of her breast—it completely filled Wang Zhuo’s palm.

The breathing of the woman in his arms grew rapid. She lowered her eyelids, ashamed to meet his gaze, struggling forcefully, wanting to leap out of his embrace.

But Wang Zhuo’s broad arms and passionate hold made her feel weak and pliant; nearly seventy percent of her strength seemed to have vanished. Not only could she not break free and flee, but she couldn't even escape the searing grip of his hand.

“Wang Zhuo, don’t do this,” she pleaded, her voice trembling.

“Don’t do what?” Wang Zhuo had already found the soft, rosy peak, gently teasing it with his fingertip, while blowing warm air near her ear, making her heart flutter uncontrollably.

“Can we finish the work first, please?” Fu Xinran tried to resolve the immediate problem.

“No.”

Wang Zhuo chuckled darkly. “Don’t you know? If that Stinging Fly disease hadn’t popped up and delayed things, you’d already be mine…”

“You have so many women; you don’t need one more, do you?” Fu Xinran said futilely, whispering, “Let me go, please?”

Wang Zhuo gave a light laugh and said, “Alright, I’ll give you a chance to get rid of me. From this moment on, if you say one word, ‘Get lost,’ to me, I will never touch you with even a single finger again—I keep my word.”

Fu Xinran’s body visibly jolted as she began a rapid weighing of options and considerations. Wang Zhuo smiled with confidence, adjusted his posture to make them both more comfortable.

From this moment, the word ‘Get lost’ became the crucial point determining the fate of their relationship.

Fu Xinran, being sharp and intelligent, quickly understood the implication and couldn't help but pout with a wry smile.

Wang Zhuo had truly set a clever trap. Given her feelings for him, how could she possibly bring herself to utter such a harsh, wounding word like, ‘Get lost’? But refusing to use that stopping phrase meant tacitly accepting Wang Zhuo’s entanglement, which would, in turn, give him a legitimate reason to push further!

Seeing her wry smile, Wang Zhuo also laughed triumphantly, swiftly undoing the buttons of her blouse, flipping up the white shirt underneath, and dipping his head to capture one of the snow peaks, his tongue flicking and circling. The resulting electric current made Fu Xinran cry out softly, instinctively pulling his head closer with fierce strength as her body began to shake violently.

Wang Zhuo immediately realized this was her sensitive spot; noticing her intense reaction, he intensified his actions, ignoring her pleas to stop.

Fu Xinran quickly melted into a soft heap. Wang Zhuo’s tongue seemed to possess a strange magic, causing her heart to nearly leap from her chest; the torrent of pleasure overwhelmed and laid her down, her consciousness blanking out.

A moment later, Wang Zhuo stopped, scratched his head, and asked with a grin, “Baby, is it that dramatic? When my son is nursing in the future, are you going to put on a show like that for him?”

Fu Xinran was so mortified she wanted to bury her face in her chest, thinking why would his son watch her nurse, then she caught the meaning—Wang Zhuo was subtly implying having children with her.

Wang Zhuo teased, “I’ll leave two hickeys on you; let’s see how you go on that blind date then.” “No!” Fu Xinran cried out sweetly, only realizing Wang Zhuo was merely joking and hadn't followed through.

“Was that nice?” Wang Zhuo gently smoothed her slightly disheveled hair, asking softly.

Her body couldn't lie; she had already shown him everything. Fu Xinran couldn't deny it; her face was flushed like a sunset, and she nodded shyly.

Wang Zhuo continued his inquiry with ill intent, “Then, can you make me feel nice too?” Fu Xinran immediately shook her head rapidly; that hot, sturdy presence pressing against her thigh made her genuinely frightened.

“Then I’ll give you two hickeys, right here…” Wang Zhuo used his fingertips to indicate the area near her snow-white neck.

Fu Xinran had a flash of inspiration and countered, “Aren’t you afraid Gan Shuang will see?”

“And you’re more afraid than I am, aren’t you?” Wang Zhuo leaned back contentedly, smiling smugly. “So, it’s settled. Now it’s my turn to feel good…”

“However you want to feel good—I’m afraid of pain,” Fu Xinran covered her face with her hands, not daring to meet Wang Zhuo’s eyes.

She lay supine on the sofa, her hair a beautiful mess, her clothes open wide, revealing mounds of snowy peaks and two rouge-red nipples rising and falling with her tense breaths—a picture of exquisite beauty.

And Wang Zhuo was sitting astride her legs, his arms braced on her shoulders, looking down to admire her beauty and shyness, wishing he could consummate things right then and there.

“Don’t be scared. Every woman goes through this once; once it hurts, the rest is pure enjoyment,” Wang Zhuo coaxed persistently. “Open your eyes and look at me…”

Fu Xinran shook her head again, so Wang Zhuo resorted to gentle force. He separated her hands and used his gaze to guide her, slowly easing her psychological burden.

Having finally soothed her tension, just as Wang Zhuo was about to unfasten the side button of her pencil skirt, she shyly requested, “Can we do it another day? It’s not my safe period today…”

Wang Zhuo was left speechless with amusement. He thought, even if he wanted to release himself, he would have to be able to handle it first. Besides, the safe period didn't matter; wasn't the withdrawal method he'd used for over two years without a single accident still reliable?

Seeing Wang Zhuo’s strange expression, Fu Xinran added, her face red, “Can you give me a perfect first time? I don’t want there to be a rubber layer between us.” Good heavens, she was quite considerate! Wang Zhuo let out a laugh. So, even the ice queen worried about the difference between skin contact and touching latex!

“Alright,” he said, a wry smile on his face. “Actually, I have a one hundred percent guarantee I won’t get you pregnant, but since you put it that way, I won’t create psychological pressure for you. We’ll postpone it…”

Fu Xinran instantly felt a wave of relief; shedding the psychological burden made her body and spirit feel lighter. She couldn't help but wrap her arms around Wang Zhuo’s neck, waiting for his kiss with tender affection.

“However, Sister,” Wang Zhuo did not kiss her, but smiled mischievously and said cryptically, “Making a man comfortable isn’t the only way available, you know. I agreed to your request, so now it’s time for you to agree to one of mine, isn’t it?”