The person engrossed in documents assumed it was his grandfather at the door. But the moment the door opened and he saw Cecilia, his cold, stern face immediately lit up with a smile.

"Zhiyan, are you done with work?"

Cecilia poked her little head inside, seeing him reading materials instead of attending a meeting.

Fu Zhiyan put the documents down and beckoned her over. The little one, cradling a cake, trotted in.

"Aunt Whitney finished the strawberry mousse?"

He reached out, pulled her onto his lap, and wrapped an arm gently around her waist, resting a hand protectively over her belly.

"Just finished! It looks so sweet. I wanted to share it with you."

Her eyes blinked at Fu Zhiyan as she scooped up a bit of the cake and offered it to his lips.

"It must be delicious."

Swallowing a bit herself, Fu Zhiyan accepted the cake from her spoon and nodded. "Mm, it’s really good. Baby, you have some too."

Seeing him praise it, Cecilia’s eyes crinkled into happy smiles, and she dug in herself.

The mousse melted instantly in her mouth; the strawberry’s sweetness filled her palate, followed by another taste of soft cream—utterly satisfying.

"Mm, it's so yummy! Aunt Whitney is amazing—she can even make cakes like this."

Mouth full and all smiles, Cecilia chattered delightedly.

"I wonder if Aunt Whitney knows how to make ice cream—chocolate flavor?"

Fu Zhiyan let out a laugh. Ever since the baby, Cecilia had turned into a happy little chatterbox.

Or perhaps, she was finally willing to trust and rely on him, letting herself act spoiled around him.

He stroked her hair gently and said softly, "Alright, next time I’ll learn how to make ice cream for you."

Cecilia pouted slightly. "Honestly, I think Aunt Whitney’s probably better than you at it."

"..."

Fu Zhiyan was momentarily speechless. She wasn’t wrong. He made a mental note to avoid this topic next time—especially with an audience.

"Wife, can’t you give me a little face? Just a little?"

He bent down, chuckling as he whispered close to her ear.

It tickled a bit. Cecilia shrank her head, put another spoonful of mousse into her mouth, and glanced at him, puzzled. She followed Fu Zhiyan’s gaze... and slowly turned her head toward the computer on the table.

One, two, three... six.

There were six little windows open on the screen—each with a person in it. The first was Henry Hart, the others...

Some were from Country Z, some foreigners... all strangers to her.

It dawned on her—Fu Zhiyan was still in the middle of a video conference.

Cecilia had happened to walk in just as everyone took a five-minute break to browse their papers. That’s why it had been quiet.

So, right as Mrs. Fu plopped onto Mr. Fu’s lap, everyone dropped their papers... and started watching the show.

...

...

The study fell painfully silent. Cecilia’s small hand shook, and a bit of pink cake smeared across her cheek.

Fu Zhiyan shot a cold glance at the computer. Instantly, everyone lowered their heads and pretended they hadn’t seen a thing.

Cecilia wished for a hole in the floor to hide in. If she had a marker, she would’ve drawn one and jumped through.

She scrambled off Fu Zhiyan’s lap, stammering, "I... I just came to bring you a little cake, you keep working, okay!"

She put down her now-empty plate and spoon, hugged her belly, and fled the study.

Done for... so humiliating...

Recalling what she’d just said and done, her face went even redder.

Why was today full of so many embarrassing moments?

Fu Zhiyan restrained his smile, looking at the empty plate before glancing up at the screen.

"Ahem, President Foster, shall we get back to the discussion?"

One real estate boss on the video call discreetly rubbed his nose, pretending he hadn’t seen anything.

Henry Hart smiled to himself. Clearly, things were going well between Mr. and Mrs. Fu. He really was happy for them.

He opened his file and smoothly resumed the meeting.

Cecilia fled back to her room, wiped the smeared cake off her face, and collapsed onto the bed with a sigh.

Forget it. It’s fine. She’ll just avoid going to Zhiyan’s office in the future and steer clear of those people.

Besides, some of them were foreigners—odds are, not even based in the capital. She’d never run into them again.

As if to comfort herself, Cecilia’s mind spun a web of excuses.

But then she whined inwardly about her blunder—why hadn’t she checked the room before barging in? So careless.

Her phone on the desk buzzed. She picked it up; it was a message from Dr. Zhao, reminding her to come in for a prenatal check-up soon.

Feeling her belly, Cecilia realized she’d almost forgotten. She replied to the doctor’s message and thanked her.

...

In the study, Fu Zhiyan closed his laptop and left the room.

This had cost him plenty of time already. He might as well let Henry Hart handle things next time.

He paused at the bedroom door, went in, and found Cecilia curled up on the bed, her seaweed-like hair spread across the lavender quilt.

"What’s wrong, tired?"

He walked over, gently stroked her back, and tried to soothe her.

Cecilia pouted and looked over at him. "Sorry, did I disturb you at work?"

Fu Zhiyan cradled her pallid cheek in his hand. How could she ever disturb him, when all he’d wanted was to try that strawberry mousse she’d brought him?

His heart was practically bubbling over with joy. "No. No matter what I’m doing, you’re always the most important thing to me. You know that?"

She blinked and reached for his hand, letting him gently pull her up.

"The cake just looked so good, I wanted you to try it too."

"I know. Anything else you’re craving?"

Cecilia shook her head and placed his hand on her belly. "It’s not me—it’s the baby. She must be a little foodie!"

"You don’t think she’ll fight over snacks with other kids in kindergarten, do you?" Cecilia frowned earnestly, already worrying about her child's future.

"If she’s a little glutton, we’ll just buy her plenty of treats!"

"No! Zhiyan, you can’t spoil her." Cecilia admonished, wagging her tiny finger.

"Alright, alright—whatever you say. Then... can I spoil you instead?"

He kissed her softly and gently pulled her up. "Come on, let’s head down—it’s almost time for dinner."

The two strolled downstairs, and Cecilia remembered what Dr. Zhao had said.

She shared the news about the checkup with Fu Zhiyan.

He took her hand and led her down the staircase. "Okay, we’ll go together tomorrow."

"Mm. We have to eat dinner early. After eight, I’m not allowed to have anything, and tomorrow morning I have to go without breakfast too."

(As per Dr. Zhao’s instructions, though the hospital was a bit far, Fu Zhiyan had scheduled her checkup at their family’s hospital instead.)

Before bed, Cecilia made sure to tell Dr. Zhao she wouldn’t eat anything late and burrowed obediently under the covers.