Chapter 105: Chapter 105

The next day, Fu Jichen had to report to Junshan Group Headquarters.

Last night, after Shen Jianian fell asleep, he stayed in the study and went through all the unfinished materials until three in the morning.

He was awakened by the alarm on his phone in the morning.

Upon hearing the alarm, Fu Jichen’s mind cleared instantly. He reached out to turn off the alarm, instinctively checked the person lying beside him, saw she hadn’t been awakened, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and went to the bedroom next door to wash up and dress.

His phone was left in Shen Jianian’s room. While fastening his shirt cufflinks, he walked towards her room with a tie and suit jacket hanging from his forearm.

Fu Jichen picked up the phone on the bedside table and saw the person on the bed turning over with the corner of his eye.

Through the slit of her slightly squinted eyes, Shen Jianian saw a shadow moving. She slowly opened her eyelids and met Fu Jichen’s warm gaze. He smiled softly, "Awake?"

Shen Jianian mumbled a response, hearing him say "just in time."

Just in time for what?

Fu Jichen pulled her up and handed a tie to her.

Shen Jianian’s mind hadn’t fully gathered consciousness, purely by instinct, she knelt on the bed, held the tie, looped it around his neck, lifted the collar of his shirt, pulled the two ends of the tie to his chest, adjusted to the proper length, and skillfully tied a beautiful Windsor knot, then flipped the shirt collar down and smoothed it out.

While doing this, she had her slightly disheveled raven hair scattered over her shoulders, her face still showing signs of sleepy confusion, with dense lashes half-lowered.

Gone was her usual aloofness, replaced by an unawares delightful charm.

Fu Jichen maintained a slightly bent posture to accommodate her height, with gentle eyes roaming over her brows, the tip of her nose, and her pink lips.

Shen Jianian attached a dark gold tie pin, patted it with her hand, and prepared to retreat, but he pulled her into his arms, holding her by the waist.

Her heart raced, she raised her neck, barely registering the expression on his face when her cheeks were cupped by large hands, a shadow covered her.

Her lips were seized; Shen Jianian was briefly dazed, feeling his gentle and patient deep kiss.

Her mind oscillated between clarity and confusion, time seemed to have passed a lot, her breath became somewhat difficult, her knees numb from kneeling on the bed, she raised a hand over his hand, found a gap, and murmured softly, "You... you’re going to be late."

Fu Jichen released her, his eyes deep and moist, reminiscent of a spring night’s rain, tender and affectionate.

Shen Jianian avoided his gaze, her ears catching the rustling sound of him putting on his suit jacket.

Fu Jichen buttoned up with one hand, his gaze still lingering on her flushed cheeks.

"I’m leaving." He rubbed her head, his voice slightly hoarse, "If you didn’t sleep well, rest a bit more."

By the time Shen Jianian’s gaze moved over, she could only see his swiftly departing back, short hair neatly styled, the edge of his white shirt collar exposed at the nape, deep blue suit showcasing a towering physique, broad shoulders, slim waist, straight trousers wrapping around long legs, making her think of a "walking clothes rack."

Shen Jianian lay in bed, squinted her eyes, almost drifting off to sleep again, when she suddenly heard the sound of a car engine starting outside, opened her eyes, got out of bed, and ran to the window.

She pulled open the curtains and saw a black Bentley driving out from the porch, gradually disappearing from sight.

Fu Jichen had a simple breakfast before departing from Yunding Palace, heading to Junshan Group Headquarters.

Qu Mo was driving, Song Fang was sitting in the passenger seat with a black leather briefcase on his lap.

"Mr. Chen, the task you instructed last night has some leads now." During the waiting at the red light, Song Fang reported the information he investigated overnight to Fu Jichen, "Coincidentally, Master Yan Qiusheng returned to Beicheng a year ago, residing at Half Mountain Villa in the distant suburbs. It’s said his mother has cancer, he grew up dependent on his mother, his disappearance over the years has most likely been because of this."

After Song Fang finished speaking, he glanced at the rearview mirror.

The man who had his fingers pressing against his forehead withdrew his hand, sat up straight, his voice deep and steady, "Find a time to send an invitation card, I want to visit in person."

Although Song Fang didn’t know his intentions, he took the matter to heart, "Alright, I’ll arrange it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of a phone ringing filled the car.

Fu Jichen took out his phone, upon clearly seeing the caller display on the screen, hesitated for a few seconds, then pressed the answer key. A gentle and loving inquiry came from the other end, "Your dad said you’re heading to the group headquarters today, have you arrived?"

"I see." Wei Ronghua’s voice dragged its tone, with a hint of concession, deliberating slowly, "Once work calms down a bit, come back to the old home, mom wants to have a chat with you."