The following day.
What woke Wen Sheng was a tender, lingering deep kiss.
Opening her eyes, she saw Fu Yanlin's face, which was outrageously handsome, just inches away from hers. He gently stroked her hair with the tenderness of someone cajoling a child and said, "Wife, there's an emergency at the company, and I have to rush back now. I've made you some small wontons for breakfast, remember to heat them up when you eat."
"It's snowing outside, remember to put on more clothes when you go out."
"I might get home very late tonight, so don't wait up."
"Sorry, I can't join you to meet with President Zhu today. Will you be okay on your own?"
Wen Sheng raised her hand to cup Fu Yanlin's face and smiled, "No problem, I'll have breakfast and then go upstairs to find Jiajia. She can also give me a lift back to the company."
