Chapter 49: Whimpering

In the end, under Fu Yumian's coercion and temptation, Lu Qingzhuo reluctantly put on the rabbit maid outfit. The white fabric clung tightly to her chest, making her feel somewhat uncomfortable, as if she could hardly breathe. Her pair of glistening eyes looked pitiful.

"President Fu, this outfit is a bit small," Lu Qingzhuo said. It seemed that Han Tian had bought it in Fu Yumian's size, and wearing it made Lu Qingzhuo feel constricted, especially around the chest area. However, seeing the satisfied look in Fu Yumian's eyes, Lu Qingzhuo knew she was in for more trouble.

"Small? I think it fits just right," Fu Yumian replied, her hand gliding over Lu Qingzhuo's soft, delicate skin, her fingertips brushing lightly. "Youth really is a wonderful thing."

At that moment, it felt as if Lu Qingzhuo's skin, muscles, and even blood vessels resonated with a strange harmony under Fu Yumian's touch.

They hadn't been together for long, but Lu Qingzhuo had never maintained a relationship that transcended friendship for this long with anyone before.

It was probably a case of being more than friends but not quite lovers.

Lu Qingzhuo wanted to ask Fu Yumian if she had mixed up their roles. Logically, it should be Fu Yumian wearing the rabbit maid outfit and the fluffy bunny tail.

But since Fu Yumian liked it, did it matter if she wore it?

A qualified alpha would never take advantage of such trivial matters. Lu Qingzhuo understood that making Fu Yumian happy was the real priority.

"President Fu, these little gadgets..."

Lu Qingzhuo hesitated. She had always known that Fu Yumian was a bit of a neat freak and probably wouldn't like these little toys. Sure enough, Fu Yumian picked up a lollipop-shaped item and tossed it aside.

"Han Tian bought so many, but none of them are useful."

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In about half an hour, Fu Yumian had tried almost everything in the box, all of which were pretty but useless; even Lu Qingzhuo was more useful than these gadgets.

Lu Qingzhuo hugged a pillow to cover her chest and leaned closer to Fu Yumian, holding those strange items, unable to suppress a gulp.

Were these really bought by Han Tian? Lu Qingzhuo felt that these adult toys were probably unsellable items marked down to clear stock. They couldn't possibly be Han Tian's personal collection, could they?

"Han Tian is so unreliable," Fu Yumian said, putting everything back in the box except for a pack of mint-flavored finger cots. "Try this."

Lu Qingzhuo: "..."

She didn't expect Fu Yumian to like this kind of cool and stimulating stuff.

She tore open the packaging and sniffed it, a refreshing minty scent wafting towards her.

"President Fu... this..." Lu Qingzhuo stammered, "is a bit stimulating."

Fu Yumian leaned in and kissed Lu Qingzhuo's fingers, gently biting down on her knuckles and teasing with her tongue.

"Let me see how many fingers fit."

Lu Qingzhuo blushed and remained still, her body stiffening like a marionette, completely at Fu Yumian's mercy.

"President Fu, when doing this kind of thing, it's important to take it slow," Lu Qingzhuo had never thought she would be explaining this to Fu Yumian. Feeling shy and anxious, she added, "Receiving such a big stimulus all at once isn't good for the body."

"You’re right," Fu Yumian said, sliding the finger cot onto Lu Qingzhuo's finger with a smile. "Then let’s start with one."

All emotional elevation begins with a kiss. Lu Qingzhuo had lost count of how many times she had kissed Fu Yumian's lips, always able to skillfully pry open her mouth with her soft lips and tongue.

Fu Yumian eagerly chased after Lu Qingzhuo's tongue, their lips and teeth entangled, the pink tip of her tongue gradually turning a deep crimson, as if she were savoring a bright red strawberry candy.

Lu Qingzhuo rarely took the lead during kisses; Fu Yumian liked to place her hands on the back of her neck, which was the most important and vulnerable spot for both alphas and omegas.

Fu Yumian would tease and knead with her fingers, sometimes drawing circles on that delicate skin, stirring up Lu Qingzhuo's surging desires.

Neither of them had experienced this before.

Fu Yumian seemed to learn everything quickly, and Lu Qingzhuo, confident in her youth, was even more reckless. Her physical condition and capabilities were at their peak.

Lu Qingzhuo thought that this endless night was nothing to her, but Fu Yumian was an omega. Could her body really handle such intense activity?

She gently squeezed Fu Yumian's waist, and remembering that Fu Yumian didn't seem to like this gentle approach, she gradually increased her strength.

"Mm..." Fu Yumian encouraged, "A little deeper."

Lu Qingzhuo slowly lifted her head, kissing the corner of Fu Yumian's mouth, licking clean the drool that dripped from her lips, and worriedly said, "President Fu, you might break."

Fu Yumian bit her lip, her beautiful eyes drooping, lacking the strength to open them, and sweet, heavy breaths escaped her throat.

Her fair, pretty toes curled together, pressing against the soft, smooth sheets. Fu Yumian clutched the pillow, burying her head in it, biting down on a corner, letting out a whimper that sounded like a cat's meow.

So cool, so icy.

Lu Qingzhuo leaned in, pushing the pillow aside, and grabbed Fu Yumian's wrist, lifting it above her head, denying her any chance to scratch.

Every time it was like this, Fu Yumian would bite her, sometimes even cursing a few words, but Lu Qingzhuo knew she loved this kind of treatment. Although she would say that no matter how excessive it was, she wouldn't get angry.

Just a contradictory omega.

Lu Qingzhuo carried the freshly cleaned Fu Yumian to the adjacent bedroom. She sat in the room where the two scents intertwined for a while, then took down the damp sheets and pillow, carelessly sprinkling some water to cover up the evidence.

However, the water marks dried quickly, leaving behind suspiciously wet and sticky spots that were easily noticeable.

Sometimes Lu Qingzhuo wondered if she were to become a maid in the Fu household, would she be secretly cursing these two while cleaning the room and washing the sheets, all the while increasing her workload?

She didn’t know how much the servants at the Fu family earned in a month, but anyone who could work there must have some skills; otherwise, they probably wouldn’t even get in. Of course, their income should be quite considerable.

Lu Qingzhuo tiptoed to another bedroom, quietly pushed the door open, and saw Fu Yumian lying on her side with her back to her, seemingly already asleep.

In fact, not long before, when Lu Qingzhuo had carried Fu Yumian into the bathroom, she had already been drowsy.

Lu Qingzhuo lifted the blanket on the other side and gently lay down. Just as she settled in, she felt a weight pressing down on her side; a soft arm draped over her waist.

They embraced as they slept.

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In the morning, Lu Qingzhuo was awakened by a burnt smell. She opened her eyes wide and rolled out of bed, thinking the villa was on fire.

She rushed downstairs, the source of the burnt smell getting closer. Then she saw a busy figure in the kitchen, seemingly Fu Yumian.

“President Fu!”

As soon as Lu Qingzhuo caught a whiff of the burnt smell, she sensed something was wrong. She hurriedly opened the kitchen door, and a pungent, smoky odor hit her. She grabbed Fu Yumian by the waist and pulled her out, then turned off the gas.

Fu Yumian was still holding a spatula, which was covered in a charred mess, and there was even a dark mark on her face.

“I wanted to make you breakfast.”

Lu Qingzhuo’s words were suddenly cut off. She opened her mouth, her throat constricted, and her eyes felt a bit teary.

“In my whole life, no one has ever made me breakfast…”

Lu Qingzhuo gently wiped the black mark off Fu Yumian’s face, lifted her onto the table, and buried herself in Fu Yumian’s embrace.

“President Fu, you’re so good to me.”

Fu Yumian’s hands were covered in something greasy and dirty, and she couldn’t free her fingers, so she rubbed her chin against Lu Qingzhuo’s head.

She glanced at the burnt egg in the frying pan, pulled out a tissue to wipe her hands, and stared at the cooking tutorial in confusion.

She had followed every step of the tutorial strictly, but the final product just didn’t turn out right.

Fortunately, Lu Qingzhuo woke up early; otherwise, if Fu Yumian had continued cooking like that, the whole kitchen would have been in ruins.

Lu Qingzhuo enjoyed the joy of cooking and had bought many beautiful and useful kitchen tools. Just for soup, she had more than a dozen pots of various sizes.

“From now on, it’s enough to have someone at home who can cook.”

Lu Qingzhuo held Fu Yumian’s wrist, carefully checking if her hands had been splattered with oil. When she saw that the back of Fu Yumian’s hand was slightly red, she instinctively lowered her head and kissed the reddened skin.

“If you get hurt, I’ll be very upset.”

Like comforting a child, Lu Qingzhuo pushed Fu Yumian to the sink and took the blackened spatula from her hand.

The wooden spatula head was completely charred.

“Wash your hands clean and just wait on the sofa to eat.”

For a moment, Lu Qingzhuo felt like she was taking care of a child. Fu Yumian didn’t move at all, and Lu Qingzhuo patiently wiped her hands clean with a towel.

In the end, it was the maid who came to clean up the kitchen, which had just experienced a disaster. Lu Qingzhuo applied a layer of cooling burn ointment to the area of Fu Yumian’s skin that had been scalded.

She couldn’t help but ask, “Does it hurt?”

Fu Yumian shook her head. “No, it doesn’t hurt.”

Fu Yumian’s hands were not suited for cooking; they were meant for holding expensive transparent goblets or million-dollar pens.

From that day on, Lu Qingzhuo forbade Fu Yumian from entering the kitchen. For someone who couldn’t cook, suddenly wanting to make gourmet food would pose a great threat to their safety and the kitchen utensils.

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As November came to an end, the weather in B City gradually turned cold, and the sky had started to drop small snowflakes from time to time.

Lu Qingzhuo was not the type to prioritize style over warmth; getting frostbite and arthritis would be a lifelong issue.

Her wardrobe was stocked with various types of thermal underwear, some single-layered and some plush.

Lu Qingzhuo had reported her age as two years older on her ID card, but her actual age was twenty-four. So when she received gifts from fans, she almost couldn’t believe her eyes.

In another closed wardrobe, there were thoughtful gifts from fans, including underwear, socks, and thermal underwear.

Of course, they were all red.

The fans had even wrapped them in red ribbons, and Lu Qingzhuo initially thought it was chocolate or something. But when she opened it, she found a neatly folded pair of red thermal underwear.

However, since it was a gift from her dear fans, even if her lips were tightly pressed together, she still accepted it and stored it in her wardrobe.

Whenever she missed her fans, she could take it out and reminisce.

Since her relationship with Fu Yumian was exposed, she had encountered more and more CP fans. A Weibo super topic with tens of thousands of followers even emerged, named “Qingxin Guayu” (Pure and Unadulterated).

Lu Qingzhuo: “…”

Was this a reminder for her and Fu Yumian to practice more restraint?

Lu Qingzhuo was about to set off to another city to film a variety show. Every time she went out, she took a private jet and had never experienced the scene of fans picking her up.

However, going to the airport was still quite troublesome. If she could fly herself wherever she wanted, Lu Qingzhuo decided that after spring, she would learn how to fly a helicopter, since Fu Yumian would arrange everything for her.

Lu Qingzhuo’s helicopter flew directly to a hotel in the Northeast region. She brought some change of clothes and two heavy down jackets, and as soon as it was light, she set off to a local village.

The five of them were staying in different places, with each person assigned to a different villager’s home by the production team, which was a unique experience of living.

Winter had arrived early here, with heavy snow, but the snow on the roads had long been cleared by machines. She carried her suitcase to the filming location’s door and took off her gloves to knock.

“Hello, is anyone there?”

The little girl, who was sitting under the eaves holding a cat, quickly stood up, brushed off her pants, and walked toward the door while responding in a clear and pleasant voice.

“Mom, we have a guest at home!”

When the door opened, Lu Qingzhuo saw a little girl who barely reached her chest, cradling a cat with a patchy coat that was lazily yawning.

Seeing the girl blink her big, sparkling eyes, with two little pigtails, Lu Qingzhuo couldn’t help but soften her voice.

“Hello, little friend! I’m here to visit your home.”

She had known in advance that the family she was staying with had a twelve-year-old girl, so she had prepared some snacks that children like, along with a strawberry bear plush toy that was nearly half a meter tall.

The little girl shyly met Lu Qingzhuo’s gaze, biting her lip as she said, “Mom told me that a big sister would come to our house today.”

Lu Qingzhuo smiled, her eyes curving, and asked, “What’s your name?”

The little girl answered honestly, “My name is Bai Le.”

In the brief pause of their conversation, a female omega wearing an apron walked out from the backyard. Upon seeing Lu Qingzhuo, her eyes lit up, and she said in somewhat unskilled Mandarin, “Hello, I’m the owner of this house, and this is my daughter.”

“Hello, I’m Lu Qingzhuo.” Lu Qingzhuo had brought gifts in another suitcase, including some local specialties that couldn’t be found here. She smiled as she handed them to Bai Ya, saying, “I brought some specialties. I hope I won’t trouble you too much during my stay here for the next few days.”

After some small talk, Bai Ya returned to the backyard to work, and Lu Qingzhuo followed Bai Le to her room.

The room was clean and tidy, with a vase on the bedside table holding a fake flower.

“What grade are you in this year, Le Le?”

As Lu Qingzhuo spoke, she opened her suitcase and began to put her clothes into the wardrobe.

“I’m in the first year of middle school.”

Bai Le stood by, watching Lu Qingzhuo unpack, her attention drawn to a snack box with a giant panda design that Lu Qingzhuo had brought.

Lu Qingzhuo smiled as she took out the snack box and opened it in front of Bai Le. Inside was a dazzling array of snacks, but the most eye-catching was a transparent glass jar filled with colorful fruit candies.

“Here, this is for you.”

Upon hearing Lu Qingzhuo’s words, Bai Le suddenly felt a bit flustered. She pointed at the jar of crystal-clear candies, stammering, “Is… is it really for me?”

“Yes, it’s all delicious treats I brought for you.” Lu Qingzhuo couldn’t help but smile as she closed the snack box and handed it to Bai Le, saying, “I also brought you a strawberry bear. It’s fluffy and perfect for hugging while you sleep.”

Lu Qingzhuo opened the vacuum bag, and a strawberry bear over half a meter tall instantly expanded. Holding the bear, which had a faint strawberry scent, she asked, “Where’s your room? I’ll put it there.”

“Sister, I can’t accept this.” Bai Le stared longingly at the bear she had never seen before, holding the snack box, torn between her desires. “I only need one; Mom says we shouldn’t be greedy.”

Lu Qingzhuo gently pinched Bai Le’s soft cheek, saying, “This is a gift I brought all the way from B City just for you. If you don’t accept it, I’ll be a little sad.”

Bai Le blinked her big, sparkling eyes, looking at Lu Qingzhuo in a bit of a daze.

Lu Qingzhuo, holding the bear in one arm, took Bai Le’s soft little hand and said, “Come on, take me to your room to have a look.”

She would be staying at Bai Ya’s house for a week to experience the local customs and culture.

Since the last episode aired, the demand for Fu Yumian had been rising. Although she didn’t have many scenes in the first episode, she became the MVP of the show, and many people subscribed to a certain video platform just for her.

Netizens understood why Fu Yumian, who had been out of the industry for so many years, appeared in a new variety show; it was obvious that it was for Lu Qingzhuo.

Unexpectedly, it seemed Lu Qingzhuo was under her wife’s control, but some said Fu Yumian’s possessiveness was too strong, making Lu Qingzhuo hesitant to open up and play with others; after all, she was a married woman.

Thus, in the second episode, thousands of fans wrote letters urging the director to invite Fu Yumian to participate in the show with a generous offer. The director responded that Fu Yumian would appear as a mysterious guest in every episode in various ways.

Lu Qingzhuo knew Fu Yumian’s entire schedule. The signal in this area wasn’t very good, and she had to lift one arm while lying in bed and tilt her head to get a signal to send messages.

She looked around her room, wanting to FaceTime Fu Yumian, but thinking about facing her in such a strange position, she decided to just send a message instead.

Lu Qingzhuo: [I’m here! (Grinning)(Kiss)]

She sent a few photos, one of her room and two of the outside scenery.

Fu Yumian replied quickly; almost as soon as Lu Qingzhuo sent the photos, the chat box showed “The other party is typing.”

Even Lu Qingzhuo didn’t expect that her lips would involuntarily curve up at the sight of this.

“The other party is typing…”

“The other party is typing…”

The six words appeared at the top of the chat box for nearly a minute, and Lu Qingzhuo’s smile gradually faded.

What was Fu Yumian doing?

After the typing indicator disappeared, Lu Qingzhuo lay there expressionlessly, staring at her phone. Nearly five minutes passed, and the other party still hadn’t replied.

Just as Lu Qingzhuo was about to send a long message criticizing this annoying behavior, she heard Bai Le knock on her door and call through the crack, “Sister, your wife is here.”

Lu Qingzhuo: “!!!”

Didn’t they say there would be a mysterious guest? This isn’t mysterious at all; she showed up right away.

Lu Qingzhuo temporarily saved the short essay she hadn’t sent yet in her notes and followed Bai Le outside, where she saw Fu Yumian, who was bundled up tightly.

Fu Yumian was still wearing a mask, revealing only her eyes. She was dressed in a long down jacket that reached her ankles and wore a hat on her head.

If Bai Le hadn’t said her wife was here, Lu Qingzhuo wouldn’t have recognized her at all.

She hurriedly stepped forward to take Fu Yumian’s suitcase, holding it in one hand while grabbing her wrist with the other, leading her into the living room.

Bai Le, holding a cat, curiously stared at the two of them holding hands.

Bai Ya made a pot of hot tea for Fu Yumian, hugging Bai Le from behind, and said with a smile, “Did you see? This sister who just arrived is our great benefactor. The road you take to school and the school you attend were all arranged by this Sister Fu with her money.”

Bai Le walked over and hugged Fu Yumian’s thigh, looking up and blinking her eyes, saying, “Thank you, Sister Fu!”

Fu Yumian took off her cold gloves and gently touched Bai Le’s head with her warm hand, smiling, “You’re welcome.”

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“Why didn’t you reply to my messages?”

In the room, Lu Qingzhuo locked the door from the inside, closed the window, and pushed Fu Yumian onto the bed, keeping all the cameras outside.

She took out her phone and showed Fu Yumian the three-hundred-word essay she had just written, saying, “I’ve been typing this whole time; at least reply to me with something.”

This behavior of reading without replying was quite sinful. Lu Qingzhuo had to ask Fu Yumian why she hadn’t replied; even a simple “uh-huh” would do.

“Do you know how painful it is for me to send you messages?” Lu Qingzhuo leaned sideways against the bed, raised one hand to lift her head high, and then sent the edited message, saying, “Look, the signal is so bad.”

Fu Yumian rubbed Lu Qingzhuo’s neck and pointed to the orange gloves hanging on the wall, saying helplessly, “I wore gloves when I got off the plane, so it was inconvenient to type, and the signal wasn’t very good either.”

She opened her phone to show Lu Qingzhuo, and sure enough, two messages had red exclamation marks next to them.

Fu Yumian kissed Lu Qingzhuo’s cold lips, saying, “I thought I’d give you a surprise since I was almost there anyway.”

“Didn’t the director’s team say you were a mysterious guest at first?” Lu Qingzhuo turned off her phone and couldn’t help but ask, “Why did the guest arrive so quickly? There was no sign at all; I thought you’d come in a few days.”

“I missed you.” Fu Yumian’s sweet words came easily. She hugged a warm pack and held Lu Qingzhuo’s hand, placing it inside, her lips curling up: “The sunset in Sydney is nowhere near as beautiful as sitting together with you watching the snow.”

Lu Qingzhuo felt a bit shy from Fu Yumian’s words, her heart fluttering. She touched her chest.

Oh no, her heart was beating a bit fast, but thankfully it was winter, and she was bundled up, so Fu Yumian couldn’t notice anything unusual.

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In the evening, Lin Zhiyu bombarded Lu Qingzhuo with a series of messages.

Lin Zhiyu: [Look at my room!]

Lin Zhiyu: [A deer just came in to drink water! It’s as familiar as if it returned to its own home!]

Lin Zhiyu: [(video)(video)]

Lu Qingzhuo curiously clicked to watch, but the signal was poor, and the video took a while to display properly.

A beautiful young spotted deer kicked open Lin Zhiyu’s door with its front hooves, and despite Lin Zhiyu’s “verbal attacks,” it walked right up to her and bit her sleeve.

The video ended with Lin Zhiyu’s cries for help, and then a group of staff members and local villagers worked together to escort the mountain god out.

Lu Qingzhuo nearly laughed herself to death at this bizarre experience, but that spotted deer was quite cute.

Fu Yumian noticed Lu Qingzhuo’s reaction and couldn’t help but lean over, asking, “What are you watching that’s so funny?”

Lu Qingzhuo handed her the phone: “Look, President Fu, a spotted deer came into Zhiyu’s room and bit her sleeve.”

Fu Yumian’s lips curved up, but then she heard Lu Qingzhuo start to worry after laughing: “We’re in the Northeast now; what if a Siberian tiger shows up at night? Will it come into the house?”

“It won’t. The villagers here have security measures, and these large tigers don’t usually attack humans easily.”

Lu Qingzhuo suddenly remembered something important. She and Fu Yumian snuggled together, their bodies pressed against each other for warmth, and curiously asked, “Bai Ya just said that the roads and schools in this village were all funded by you.”

Fu Yumian nodded.

Lu Qingzhuo’s eyes sparkled: “President Fu, you’re such a great hero!”

Fu Yumian smiled, gently stroking Lu Qingzhuo’s head, and placed a light kiss on her forehead.

It was quite cold here, and Lu Qingzhuo’s face was icy. Fu Yumian pressed her warm hand, which had been warmed by a hot water bottle, against Lu Qingzhuo’s forehead, softly asking, “Is there anything else you want to ask?”

Lu Qingzhuo shook her head: “Um… not for now.”

Not long after it got dark, Bai Le came to the door of their room, holding the cat, and softly called, “Sisters, dinner is ready.”

When Fu Yumian heard Bai Le call her sister, her lips curled up slightly; it seemed she and Bai Ya weren’t that far apart in age.

Tonight’s dinner was iron pot stew, and it was Lu Qingzhuo’s first time eating authentic Northeast iron pot stew goose. When she took her first bite, she felt like all the previous twenty dishes she had eaten were in vain.

After tasting the green beans, Lu Qingzhuo couldn’t help but say, “Bai Ya, your cooking is amazing!”

It was Bai Ya’s first time cooking for guests, and she smiled shyly, saying, “These are just basic home-cooked dishes; I’m glad you like them.”

When visiting someone’s home, it’s best not to play with your phone during meals; that’s basic courtesy.

Lu Qingzhuo took a dozen photos, preparing to upload them to Weibo after finishing her meal.

As the meal was winding down, Lu Qingzhuo couldn’t help but ask, “Bai Ya, your cooking is so good; why don’t you consider opening a restaurant and developing some Changbai Mountain specialties?”

The place they were in was located at the foot of Changbai Mountain, attracting a steady stream of tourists in every season, which made it a great business opportunity.

“Is it really possible?” Bai Ya widened her eyes slightly. No one in the village had ever suggested such a thing, and this was the first time she had heard of opening a shop. “But I don’t know how to do anything.”

Lu Qingzhuo replied, “It’s actually not that difficult. There are quite a few people in the village, and you could consider developing a guesthouse or restaurant. Your cooking is so delicious; it would definitely be a hit.”

Bai Ya felt a bit shy from Lu Qingzhuo’s praise. She patted Bai Le’s head and said, “Then I’ll just take a look at the situation first and discuss it with the village chief in a few days.”

After dinner, Lu Qingzhuo volunteered to wash the dishes while Fu Yumian sat on the kang, reviewing documents and changing the offline meeting that was supposed to be held in Sydney to an online one.

Feeling warm all over, Fu Yumian sat with her back to the door, wearing glasses as she entered the meeting.

Outside, Lu Qingzhuo was building a snowman with Bai Le. She wasn’t from the north and had grown up in the water towns of Jiangnan. Aside from living in B City during college, she had hardly seen snow.

“Lu Jie, you don’t need a shovel to make a snowman; you can just push it like I do!”

Listening to Bai Le, Lu Qingzhuo discovered for the first time how thick the snow was. The two of them could directly push from the edges to create a large oval, and they just needed to tidy up the edges a bit.

“Wow, I feel like I’m a genius!”

Lu Qingzhuo took the carrot Bai Le handed her, poked a hole in the snowman’s face, and stuffed the carrot in. A chubby, beautiful snowman was completed.

Lu Qingzhuo took off her gloves, pulled out her phone, and handed it to Bai Le, smiling, “Le Le, can you take a few pictures for me?”

Bai Le squatted down, holding the phone with the demeanor of a professional photographer, and with the sound of the shutter, a photo was taken.

“Let’s take a few more!”

Lu Qingzhuo posed in several different ways, both close-up and far away.

When she looked at the photos, her eyes widened in surprise, and she couldn’t help but exclaim, “Oh my, Lele, your photography skills are amazing! It’s simply a talent!”

Lu Qingzhuo was terrible at taking photos, especially selfies. She always managed to find the most awkward angles, and whenever she posted her selfies on Weibo, fans would comment, hoping she would never touch selfies again.

It was universally acknowledged that anyone would be upset if the daughter of Nuwa was treated like this.

“Really, sister?” Bai Le felt a bit shy. “I just wanted to make you look good.”

“But your composition and lighting are incredible! Did you really just snap these?” Lu Qingzhuo thought this little girl had a natural talent for photography and smiled, “I brought a camera with me. If you want to play with it, just ask me.”

Lu Qingzhuo called Bai Le over and took a selfie with her cheek pressed against Bai Le’s.

When the photo came out, Lu Qingzhuo felt her face looked a bit distorted. She didn’t know if it was because of the comments from fans about her poor photography skills, but her confidence was waning.

Then, Lu Qingzhuo posted the photo on Weibo with the caption: “Do I really not look good in photos?”

A fan replied, “Sister, after all these years, you finally realized it.”

Lu Qingzhuo: “…”

Her hands itched; she really wanted to block some fans for fun.

Lu Qingzhuo took off her gloves and slipped into the warm room. Her hands were icy cold, and she saw the world’s richest person sitting on the kang in the northeast, wearing a thick, plush pink pajama set.

This pink strawberry bear pajama set was bought by Lu Qingzhuo.

The scene was like a famous painting, and Lu Qingzhuo couldn’t help but sneakily capture it on her phone, planning to show Fu Yumian later.

She jumped onto Fu Yumian, feeling the soft warmth envelop her, and it was both hot and comfortable.

Lu Qingzhuo leaned against Fu Yumian’s back, resting her chin on her shoulder, and cheerfully said, “President Fu, look at the snowman I built!”

Fu Yumian, dressed in her plush pajamas, moved a bit clumsily. Lu Qingzhuo’s face brushed against her neck, cold and ticklish, and Fu Yumian helplessly turned away, softly saying, “Be good…”

The group on the screen, who were about to present the contract, froze, their eyes wide as they watched the scene unfold: “…”

Unfazed, Lu Qingzhuo wrapped her arms around Fu Yumian’s waist, snuggling against her back, and said, “Look, I’ve been working on it for almost an hour!”

Fu Yumian glanced at the computer screen, her tone filled with affection, “Okay, I’ll come over in a bit.”

Lu Qingzhuo played with Fu Yumian’s hair, “You don’t have anything to do right now; the snowman will melt soon.”

Fu Yumian bit her lip, seemingly holding back laughter, and turned her head away, her gold-rimmed glasses slipping down her nose.

“I just spoke a bit harshly today. It’s no big deal; tonight, you can bully me back. You can choose any position you want…”

Before Lu Qingzhuo could finish her sentence, she caught a glimpse of several foreign faces staring at her through the computer screen, and her words abruptly stopped.

More than a dozen foreign faces were staring at her, and no one dared to speak. Some even had their mouths agape.

For a moment, Lu Qingzhuo wished she could disappear from this world or that everyone would disappear with her.

She released her arms from around Fu Yumian’s waist, stepped back, and then turned to run away.

The air fell into a tense silence, and no one dared to speak. Fu Yumian saw Lu Qingzhuo’s back fleeing faster than a deer through the lens and helplessly rubbed her forehead.

This group already knew that Fu Yumian was married and had a wife, but they assumed she kept her wife very well hidden.

There’s an old saying in China: “A golden house to hide a beauty.”

One of the Chinese-Americans decided to break the awkward atmosphere and bravely asked in broken Chinese, “President Fu, is this the little wife you’ve been talking about?”

Fu Yumian curled the corner of her mouth slightly and said, "She is."

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