Zhou Yueshen held her lips between his, his pupils burning with desire.
His hand trailed down the woman’s soft, sensual curves before gripping her waist and pulling her tightly against him.
At this moment, he truly didn’t want to leave—he’d rather die right there on top of her.
Yu Dong called out but received no response, growing increasingly anxious.
Several calls had already come in urging them to hurry. He rushed over and, passing by the window, instinctively glanced inside. The scene in the office sent a jolt through him.
He stumbled back reflexively, his face frozen in shock.
Soon after, Zhou Yueshen emerged from inside.
Yu Dong stood by the door, stealing cautious glances at him.
Damn, interrupting the boss’s intimate moment twice—should he just go die now or what?
To his surprise, Zhou Yueshen merely gave him a cool glance before heading toward the truck.
There was no trace of the passionate, domineering man Yu Dong had accidentally glimpsed through the window.
Boss, oh boss, who knew you were such a closet romantic?
Yu Dong sighed inwardly. Seeing that Si Nian hadn’t come out, he didn’t dare approach and quickly followed Zhou Yueshen. “Boss, I’ll go with you. I’ve got some business in town anyway.”
Zhou Yueshen gave a faint “Mm” in response. As he started the engine, his dark eyes flickered briefly toward the office.
Then, calmly, he withdrew his gaze, pressed the accelerator, and the truck slowly pulled away from the farm.
Meanwhile, Si Nian sat in the office, trying to calm her racing heart.
Breathing lightly, she looked down at her ruined clothes, feeling a pang of frustration.
They had been kissing so passionately, Zhou Yueshen’s hand just slipping beneath her blouse—when the flimsy buttons gave way.
At the same time, the man had halted abruptly.
Though reluctant, Si Nian knew he had urgent matters to attend to.
So, against all desire, they had forced themselves to stop at the critical moment.
Si Nian felt utterly bewitched by this older man. Now that he was gone, her heart ached with longing.
Weren’t you supposed to be free from men?
Am I really such a hopeless romantic?
She patted her cheeks, waiting for the heat to fade before picking up the lunchbox and heading home.
Back in the truck, the atmosphere was oddly tense.
This wasn’t unusual—Yu Dong had accompanied Zhou Yueshen on deliveries before. He was used to the silence, often rambling to himself for hours.
But after witnessing that scene earlier, he was at a loss for words.
Who would’ve thought their usually cold and detached boss could be like that with a woman?
Just as he struggled for conversation, someone ahead waved to flag them down.
The woman wore a blouse and a midi skirt, a sunhat shading her face—an image of refined elegance.
“Hello, could I hitch a ride? I’ll pay,” she called out, her voice bright and clear.
Yu Dong glanced over curiously. A young woman, fair-skinned with short hair, her adorable features accentuated by deep dimples. The high-waisted skirt lent her an air of understated grace—a sophistication he’d only ever seen in his sister-in-law.
Sweat beaded on her forehead, clearly suffering under the scorching sun.
Zhou Yueshen remained expressionless, but Yu Dong’s eyes lit up. “Sure, hop in!”
Zhou Yueshen shot him a sidelong glance but said nothing.
Fu Qianqian finally exhaled in relief, thanking them before climbing aboard.
Who would’ve thought? She’d arrived just fine, but getting back was a nightmare.
This village had cars coming in, but none going out!
She’d only realized the problem after walking for a while—getting to town to hail a cab would take an hour on foot.
Under this blazing sun? Absolute torture.
Luckily, she hadn’t gone far when the rumble of an engine reached her ears.
Turning, she spotted a large truck approaching from the distance.
Surprising, really—such a big vehicle in this backwater?
No time to question it. She waved desperately, hoping for a kind soul to take pity.
The moment she boarded, Fu Qianqian’s mind short-circuited.
Her thoughts spiraled: Men. Muscles. Strength. Power.
She blinked. This tiny village was hiding gold!
First a mansion, now these two stunning men?
What kind of treasure trove was this place?!
But the driver—sharp-eyed, expressionless—sent an intimidating aura that even the daughter of a high-ranking officer like herself dared not meet head-on.
Definitely not an ordinary man.
Yu Dong noticed her shrinking back and figured Boss’s icy demeanor had scared her again.
To ease the tension, he struck up conversation. “Miss, you’re not from the village? What brings you out here alone?”
Dressed so finely, she clearly had money—yet wandering these remote hills alone was risky.
Fu Qianqian replied, “I came to visit a friend, but couldn’t find a ride back. The heat was unbearable, so I flagged you down. Sorry for the trouble.”
Yu Dong waved it off. “No worries, we’re heading that way anyway. But your friend didn’t see you off?”
Poor thing—traveling all this way only to trek back alone.
“Hmph!” At the mention of her friend, Fu Qianqian’s temper flared. She’d always assumed their strained relationship was mutual, so when Si Nian told her to leave after lunch, she hadn’t thought much of it.
But now, hearing this man’s concern, she felt wronged. “Her? She’s the type to ditch friends for a man! Left me behind just to deliver some guy’s lunch!”
“You wouldn’t believe it—that man’s ancient! I came all this way out of pity, but she’s completely blind to my concern. Won’t listen to reason!”
Yu Dong’s curiosity piqued. “Your friend married someone much older?”
Fu Qianqian nodded vigorously. “Yeah! Three kids—the oldest is already ten! That puts him in his thirties or forties, easy! My silly friend’s not only playing nanny to three brats but even delivering meals to some old geezer. How she tolerates such a miserable life, I’ll never know.”
Yu Dong blinked, then glanced at Zhou Yueshen in the front seat, his expression blank.
This… sounded awfully familiar.
If he recalled correctly, hadn’t Si Nian just brought Boss his lunch?
And this woman’s style—aside from Si Nian, no one else in the village would have friends like her.
Yu Dong: “…May I ask your friend’s name?”
Fu Qianqian said, “Her? Si Nian. Since you’re from Xingfu Village, have you heard of her?”
Zhou Yueshen finally glanced at her through the rearview mirror.
Yu Dong: “…” Of course.
Ever the instigator, he nodded. “Heard of her, alright. She’s quite famous in our village—married the wealthiest man around.”
Fu Qianqian scoffed. “What’s money worth if he’s bald, pot-bellied, and divorced? Probably has all sorts of issues!”
