Shi Yu hummed, "Even if the flowers are gone, I can have them air-freighted over."
At this very moment, the newly made breakfast was brought in one dish after another.
Perhaps learning from the last experience, this time the food wasn’t too nourishing, but instead included many snacks that pregnant women enjoy.
For example, one of the dishes was sweet and sour preserved plums, which Shen Cheng managed to eat a little of.
Seeing her eat, the servants finally could relax.
Especially the head chef.
Fresh Jasmine flowers had been air-freighted every morning and evening for several days, still dewy with moisture.
Shen Cheng was in a better mood, and consequently, the board members and executives had been scolded less during the meetings at Shi Yu’s new company.
Even the interns were quietly commenting that BOSS’s features had softened over these days, he looked better and more charming.
Of course, these words were not permitted to reach Shi Yu’s ears; if he found out, the only thing waiting for the employees would be their walking papers.
At night, after taking her bath, Shen Cheng stepped out of the bathroom and unsurprisingly saw that the light in the study was still on.
Lately, he seemed to have much more work.
Monopolizing power to the point where everyone in the company seemed to be living off easy street.
Shen Cheng frowned slightly, went downstairs to the kitchen, and warmed up a cup of milk to bring into the study.
"Are you working so hard to save on employees’ salaries?"
The man poring over documents at his desk looked up, expressionless: "You have quite the appetite now."
When had she developed such an appetite?
Shi Yu took the milk from Shen Cheng’s hands, placed it on the desk, and wrapped his arms around her, gently caressing her belly: "He does too."
The warm touch passed through the thin nightgown to her skin.
"So I need to earn more money, to provide for both of you."
Shen Cheng suddenly liked this feeling very much for some reason.
Shi Yu buried his face in her freshly dried hair: "You smell so good."
Good smell? Since getting pregnant, all the bathing products she used had been prepared by his orders, strictly without any additives for fear of harming her health. Where could the fragrance be coming from?
Shen Cheng grabbed a strand of her hair and sniffed it; indeed, there was a faint scent.
Seems like it was because the servants had been fumigating every corner of the room with Jasmine flowers, so she had also taken on the fragrance.
She looked at him, her heart warmed, and on a whim, she decided to tease him.
Hooking her arms around his neck, she leaned into his embrace: "Where do I smell good?"
In this position, their bodies were closely pressed together, a certain part of her body intentionally or unintentionally rubbing against his chest.
As expected, she saw Shi Yu’s eyes turn deeply profound, Shen Cheng continued to breathe softly into his ear.
Shi Yu’s muscles tensed inch by inch, yet his face was unchanged, his breathing steady: "Stop fooling around."
Seeing his strong endurance only spurred Shen Cheng’s desire to tease him even more, so she rubbed against him even harder: "Tell me, where do I smell good?"
Shi Yu slowly lowered his head to meet her gaze, a dangerous message flickering in his eyes.
Shi Yu looked down at her and once again laid his face against her slender collarbone, taking a deep breath: "Everywhere smells good."
A tickling sensation spread across her neck, and Shen Cheng suddenly felt a wave of warmth.
Her body started to feel feverish, and she didn’t dare to stir up more trouble.
In this battle of wills, she had lost...