As soon as Fu Zhiyue returned to his office, he was told that Cecilia had come downstairs to read. He hurried out immediately.

Sure enough, thank goodness he got there quickly—otherwise, his precious darling would’ve been chatted up!

"P—President Foster…"

The young man looked at the tall figure at the doorway, and the icy gaze fixed right on him—he was absolutely doomed.

He snatched back his employee ID at once, greeted President Foster, and made a hasty exit.

Oh no, oh no, I just tried to strike up a conversation with the president’s wife. I’m finished!

…

Cecilia watched the boy hastily retreat and couldn’t help thinking he looked like he was fleeing for his life.

A smile tugged at her lips as she looked over at the person by the door. "Zhiyue."

People nearby already started peeking over. Fu Zhiyue strode in with perfect composure, putting his arm possessively around Cecilia’s waist, his eyes burning with jealousy.

He shot a glare at the curious onlookers.

Every pair of eyes instantly darted away.

So that’s the president’s wife—she’s gorgeous!

Such fair skin, such long, silky hair!

President Foster’s jealousy is off the charts—I swear I can smell it from way over here!

"What are you doing down here?" Fu Zhiyue asked, leaning in.

Her delicate fingers pointed to two books on the table. "I wanted to borrow these, but I forgot my card. Did you bring yours?"

For a split second, Fu Zhiyue’s expression faltered. He didn’t even know employees needed an ID card to borrow books around here.

Well, it’s his company—who’s going to stop him from taking two books if he wants?

"No problem. I’ll have someone bring your card down."

He picked up the books and handed them to Cecilia.

The librarian auntie eyed Fu Zhiyue up and down. "Hey there, young man. You need to scan your card to take out books. Card first, then books."

"We have to follow the rules, you know."

The auntie must have been new. She’d never seen the elusive president visit the 18th floor before and looked all stern and proper.

…

Suddenly, the air turned awkwardly still.

Cecilia’s shoulders trembled as she struggled not to burst out laughing. "Hahaha, Aunty, we’ll come back for them in a bit."

She tugged the thoroughly embarrassed Fu Zhiyue away, relishing the rare occasion of seeing him left speechless.

Once outside the reading area, Fu Zhiyue whipped out his phone to have Henry Hart bring them the card, and while he was at it, told Henry Hart to upgrade every company device and system.

No more swiping cards. Facial recognition from now on!

After hanging up, Fu Zhiyue looked down at Cecilia—who was still giggling—and swooped in for a firm kiss. "You think that was so funny?"

"Haha, hubby, I really tried to hold it in, I swear. Sorry, I just couldn’t!"

It was outrageously funny. Laugh-worthy for a whole year.

They headed toward the elevators, but Cecilia suddenly stopped as something occurred to her.

"Wait, I haven’t seen your exhibition hall yet. Xiaobai said it’s on this floor too."

…

"The exhibition hall… I’m not sure if it’s finished."

"It is! Xiaobai said there are some paintings and designs to see. Come on, walk with me," she said, pulling him in.

Reluctant as he was, she dragged him along. The exhibition hall was right beside the reading area—separated only by a glass wall—and looked impressively spacious.

Fu Zhiyue was already doing calculations in his head… Tonight was going to be a struggle.

They entered through the glass door. The hall was massive, with two circular lounge areas flanked by vintage-framed pieces on every wall.

"Wow, Zhiyue, did you come up with this? It’s really nice."

Cecilia examined everything earnestly, eventually letting go of his hand and wandering along at her own pace.

They walked and looked together, soon reaching the very center of the room...

...Something felt odd.

"Zhiyue, these seem so familiar…"

Cecilia whispered, puzzling over the wall full of small drawings—most were just quick sketches, about the size of half a sheet of letter paper.

...Wait, isn’t that an old drawing of Zoey Zhang?

...A mallow flower?

...Grandpa Rivers’s old house?

Her sketches were all smartly framed and staggered along the wall, almost like a wall of family photos.

"Aren’t these the random sketches I used to do?"

Behind her, Fu Zhiyue coughed uncomfortably. "Yeah, I thought they were fantastic, so I hung them up for everyone to appreciate."

Don’t ask. He just wanted to show off his wife’s art.

"…"

Cecilia was genuinely lost for words. Just as she turned, she caught sight of two paintings on another wall.

"Light and Girl" and "Mallow Blossom"…

"Fu Zhiyue! You better explain yourself!"

Cecilia frowned, pouting and clearly upset.

She’d really believed her art had sold for a lot—but here was Zhiyue, secretly buying them up himself!

Seeing his girl flustered, Fu Zhiyue immediately swept her into his arms. "Baby, let me explain."

Her round eyes were brimming with grievance as she stared, making Fu Zhiyue go soft instantly.

"I’m sorry. I should’ve told you first," President Foster admitted, his tone suddenly humble. "This was your very first portrait in oils—it means a lot to me. I just couldn’t stand to let anyone else own it."

"I want to be there for all your firsts. And besides, it’s not like your painting’s going to waste here. Instead of being stuck in some private collection, now everyone in the company can enjoy it."

"You have no idea how many people have come to admire your work."

"Doesn’t that make sense?"

"Well, I don’t care. I just couldn’t bear to see it sold off to anyone else."

As he spoke, he started to sound a little petulant. Cecilia couldn’t help pinching his face. "Hmph, I’m still mad, and I’ll keep being mad at you when we get home!"

Fu Zhiyue chuckled low, letting her pinch him as much as she wanted. His little wife’s fingers were so soft he barely felt a thing.

"Alright, I’ll keep coaxing you once we’re home."

…

After chatting for a while, they were oblivious to the company employees huddled outside the glass, collectively losing their minds.

What was going on? President Foster actually let his wife squish his cheeks—if it were anyone else, their hand would be gone by now!

This is a level of pampering I’ve never seen. Let me go cheer them on—this is adorable!

…

Meanwhile, completely unaware of the gawking crowd, the happy couple finished showing off and returned to the 39th floor.

…