"Tonight, you'll keep me company in bed."
After dinner, Shu Nian and Fu Zhouye sat together on the sofa, both scrolling through their phones.
By this time, everyone else in the villa had quietly retired, leaving the place empty.
To be precise, Shu Nian was watching short entertainment videos, while Fu Zhouye was busy handling documents.
Shu Nian’s videos were mostly lighthearted clips and novel recommendations. Her emotions fluctuated wildly—sometimes she laughed out loud at the funny characters, other times she frowned, moved by the touching stories or wondering how anyone could have written such unbelievable plots.
Watching her emotional swings, Fu Zhouye found it distracting during his work.
“Shu Nian, don’t you think this isn’t very ladylike?” he remarked, unable to find more cutting words.
“What’s ladylike or not? We live in this world to be happy, aren’t we?” She held up her phone to show him a funny clip she’d just found, mistaking his silence for interest. After all, a busy CEO rarely experienced the warmth of everyday life and sometimes envied it.
She enthusiastically explained, “Look at this video—it says if your wife is bitten by a snake, never use your mouth to suck out the poison, because that’s illegal.”
She laughed as she spoke.
“And there’s this one,” she said, grabbing his arm without hesitation, “If you see a plane flying low, don’t panic—just catch it.”
She looked at Fu Zhouye, asking, “Aren’t these hilarious?”
He didn’t answer, quietly pulling his arm free and saying, “I don’t find them funny. I just wonder if watching this kind of thing really doesn’t make people dumber.”
Shu Nian was left speechless.
“It’s just something to relax the mind,” she said.
“But what if someone immature thinks these are proper values? Wouldn’t they follow them blindly?”
Shu Nian thought about it and found no rebuttal.
With that, she transformed into a little tyrannosaurus and stomped upstairs.
“Wait,” Fu Zhouye called.
She stopped, clearly impatient. “What?”
Indeed, the aloof and unworldly CEO always had his reasons.
Fu Zhouye frowned slightly. “If you treat your boss like this, don’t be surprised if your salary gets docked.”
The moment she heard “salary docked,” Shu Nian instantly turned into a loyal puppy, flashing a pleading smile. “Not unwilling at all! What’s up? Need something, Mr. Fu?”
She was a bit annoyed but still coquettishly tossed her hair.
Fu Zhouye—
“Tonight, company in bed—20 million per night.”
He found that having Shu Nian keep him company overnight last time unexpectedly improved his sleep quality. Sleeping soundly until dawn, like being under a human-shaped sleeping pill, was too good to pass up.
Besides, those drugs had little effect on him; his immune cells had long since developed resistance.
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Shu Nian???
“What do you mean, company in bed? Mr. Fu, I’m not that kind of person.”
Fu Zhouye chuckled mysteriously. “What kind? I wouldn’t look down on someone like you.”
Shu Nian fell silent.
She felt the man before her was mocking her, though she had no proof.
She was undeniably stunning: skin like creamy jade, beauty rivaling flowers, graceful and enchanting—the kind of woman everyone adored.
If he didn’t appreciate her, it only proved his poor taste.
After showering in her room, Shu Nian went to Fu Zhouye’s room, only to find he was already dressed in black silk pajamas, and she herself was wearing black pajamas too.
It looked somewhat like matching couple’s outfits—ha ha.
But she only thought that to herself.
As a dutiful “wife” on call, she knew her place and quietly lay down in a corner of the bed, gently pulling the covers over herself.
She looked somewhat resigned, like a noble soul accepting fate.
Fu Zhouye smiled faintly at her demeanor.
He realized that although this woman was a bit dim-witted and hopelessly lovestruck, and clueless at times, she had a knack for making him smile.
If one day he let her go, life would surely lose much of its amusement.
Shu Nian lay on Fu Zhouye’s bed.
She noticed the mattress was soft yet springy, covered with fine Egyptian cotton sheets.
The pillow carried a faint scent of cologne mixed with hints of leather and sandalwood—almost the same as his own fragrance.
She thought about it: working as Fu Zhouye’s employee wasn’t bad at all—not just good, truly good.
Fu Zhouye was like the male lead in a domineering CEO novel: strong self-control, no beastly urges, capable and dedicated solely to work.
Until he met his destined woman, he would remain indifferent to all other women.
Unlike Yun Yang, who had his girlfriend while eyeing others and cheating.
So she understood one truth:
One person’s love can’t be hidden, but love for many must be concealed.
Lost in such wandering thoughts, Shu Nian soon fell asleep.
After all, running around so much all day was tiring.
Fu Zhouye watched the peaceful woman beside him, her breathing even, her long hair cascading like a waterfall on the pillow.
He caught her subtle, elegant scent—the unique high-end perfume mingled with a trace of fresh body fragrance.
He stretched out his arm and gently pulled her into his embrace.
The human-shaped sleeping pill only worked when they were tightly together.
He realized he no longer hated Shu Nian as before; now it was hard to say if he liked her, but he certainly didn’t dislike her.
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Maybe it was like raising a daughter.
The so-called “nurturing type”?
Shu Nian felt a bit uncomfortable being held and tried to gently wriggle free.
Fu Zhouye’s eyes darkened as he pressed her firmly against himself.
They were married, and the money had been paid. Even if it was a contract, what did it matter?
At the end of the day, she was still his wife. Sleeping together was nothing unusual.
The next morning, Shu Nian woke up to find Fu Zhouye was no longer in his room.
She couldn’t help but sigh: being a CEO with countless affairs truly wasn’t an exaggeration.
She quickly ran back to her room to freshen up, thinking how troublesome it was to keep running back and forth.
If Fu Zhouye asked her to keep him company again, she’d still have to run around.
As usual, Shu Nian went downstairs alone to have breakfast, with Aunt Ren sitting nearby chatting casually.
She only occasionally caught glimpses of Fu Zhouye eating breakfast.
Recently, Shu Nian’s gossiping nature was ablaze; she pulled Aunt Ren aside to quietly ask, “Do you know if our master ever liked any woman before?”
Worried Aunt Ren might misunderstand, she added, “Like how I like Yun Yang—the kind of liking a man has for a woman.”
Aunt Ren nodded thoughtfully.
“Madam, you worry too much. Master works all day—all he knows is busy, busy, busy. That’s how he built such a huge business empire.
Besides, even if he had feelings for a woman, he wouldn’t fool around and father an illegitimate child.”
Shu Nian—
That last sentence was unnecessary.
“Does your CEO have any of those typical CEO problems from novels?” she asked.
Fearing Aunt Ren wouldn’t understand, she clarified, “Like stomach issues, insomnia, obsessive-compulsive disorder, stuff like that. Does your CEO have any?”
Aunt Ren’s eyes gleamed with excitement at the topic.
Though she was already forty, she was still a novel fanatic.
Her favorites included:
“General, Your Wife Ran Away Again”
“Limited Edition Marriage: CEO’s Love Runs Deep”
“Beloved Wife on Top: Mr. Mo, A Gentle Kiss”
“Accidental Marriage to the Billionaire”
...Most CEOs in these stories had some quirks or ailments, but they were irresistibly entertaining!
Handsome, high-value, incredibly wealthy, and utterly devoted to the heroine.