In the closet of the hotel suite, brand - new pajamas and men's and women's underwear had already been prepared.
Wen Baozhu picked them up, then turned around and walked into the bathroom.
The bathroom was very spacious. Its decoration style was the ancient noble European style. There were reliefs carved on the wall tiles, creating a soft and elegant atmosphere.
She soaked in the bathtub, took a deep breath, buried the lower half of her face in the water, leaving only her eyes exposed.
Holding her breath when she was nervous was a habit Wen Baozhu had developed since childhood.
It seemed that only when she was on the verge of suffocation and could hear the violent beating of her heart could she relieve her tense mood.
It was the same at this moment.
She stared at the bathroom door, clearly knowing that there was a man behind it, waiting for her leisurely.
Fu Lian didn't like to wait for too long. After Wen Baozhu was in a daze for a short while, she quickly got up and took a shower.
She rinsed off the foam, dried her hair until it was half - dry, then wrapped herself in the hotel bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom.
The man wasn't in the bedroom but on the sofa in the next room.
The ends of his hair looked slightly wet under the light. He should have taken a shower in another bathroom, and he had also changed into a dark - green men's pajamas.
There was a laptop placed in front of him, and the screen was still on, but the man was sitting sideways, facing the window.
He seemed a bit absent - minded.
When Wen Baozhu hesitated whether to disturb him, the man seemed to have noticed her from the corner of his eye. "Come here."
Wen Baozhu bit her lip.
He always spoke in such a tone. Calling her was easier than calling a cat or a dog.
When she walked up to Fu Lian, before she could say a word, the man directly reached out and grabbed her wrist. With a slight force, he made her sit on his lap.
The skin under the bathrobe was smooth. Leaning on his thigh like this, she could feel his scorching body temperature even through the silk pajamas.
He liked holding her very much. The heavy feeling made him feel at ease.
She thought there would be further actions, but the man just slipped his hands through her waist and held her firmly on his thigh.
Wen Baozhu was petite and had lost too much weight recently. Being held by Fu Lian in this position, she was like being embraced by a mighty lion.
The man rested his chin on her shoulder. "Li Wenshu has been quite restless recently."
Wen Baozhu was taken aback for a moment.
"She has been secretly buying shares of the Fu Group from retail investors. She also took advantage of the New Year holiday to frequently meet with several old shareholders within the company, trying to launch an impeachment after the New Year."
In the quiet night, his voice was like a bottle of aged red wine, deep and mellow, exuding the charm of a mature man.
"Fu Shuyi can't bear the fact that I removed her position. These days, she secretly searched for the lawyer who was in charge of handling grandpa's will and property back then, trying to find a chance to turn the tables from the trust documents of that year."
Fu Lian leaned back on the sofa, gently rubbed the space between his eyebrows with his right hand, showing a rare look of fatigue. "And Fang Yuan's father."
When Fang Yuan was mentioned, Wen Baozhu could probably guess that it was related to their previous engagement.
"I've already asked A Yan to decline on my behalf. I don't have any extra time for him."
He pressed his right temple with his finger. "I will only allocate my time to useful people."
This sentence was both his attitude and his stance.
Fu Lian rarely talked to her so much alone, especially about all the difficulties he was currently facing.
He wasn't a person who would show weakness.
After quietly listening to Fu Lian for so long, Wen Baozhu smiled and said, "But these are not thorny problems for Mr. Fu, right?"
If it was a problem he couldn't solve, he wouldn't even mention it.
Since he could say it so calmly, it meant that he already had a countermeasure in mind.
Everything would always be under his control.
His ploy of feigning distress didn't work. Fu Lian couldn't help but curl his lips. He knew that this little bird was getting smarter and harder to deceive.
But he still deliberately showed a troubled look. "Why aren't they thorny? They always take up my time and energy, leaving me no time to make our Baozhu happy."
His doting tone was like that of a lover.
"Did you have a good time today when I accompanied you out to relax?"
Wen Baozhu swallowed hard but didn't say a word.
It wasn't that she didn't know how to answer this question. Instead, she didn't know from what position she should answer it.
Did Fu Lian really care whether she was happy or not?
Fu Lian didn't intend to wait for her answer. He still continued on his own. "Before, I spoke too harshly and said the wrong thing."
His attitude was pious and his tone was gentle. "I was very sad that the baby was lost unexpectedly. But at the same time, I was even more sad that you thought I didn't want this child."
His words were a bit convoluted, and Wen Baozhu couldn't figure it out.
Maybe it was because she had soaked in the hot water for too long, or maybe it was because it was so late, her brain had started to slow down. She asked in a daze, "Mr. Fu... Do you really want a child?"
"To be honest, no."
Just as she thought.
The disappointment in Wen Baozhu's eyes hadn't faded when the man continued. "If this child had never existed, of course I would hope he never came."
"But he almost came into this world." Fu Lian lowered his eyes, with a peaceful look in them. "Moreover, he was the child of me and Baozhu."
Fu Lian kissed her cheek. "I like Baozhu, so of course I'll love the child Baozhu gives birth to for me. Do you understand?"
Wen Baozhu's heart skipped a beat for two seconds. She nodded absent - mindedly, then shook her head.
His sweet words always came so easily, and his affectionate eyes made it hard to doubt the authenticity of his words.
If he were a politician one day, he might be able to incite a group of die - hard followers to be loyal to him.
He said he liked Wen Baozhu, and there was no denying that it was true.
But this kind of liking was by no means romantic love. It was more like the liking for an object.
Just like the dresses and jewelry that girls take a fancy to when shopping, this could also be called liking.
But this kind of liking was too insignificant.
Although this season's new clothes were beautiful, the new styles of the next season might be even more gorgeous; although this diamond necklace was dazzling, that jade pendant might be more elegant and noble.
This kind of liking was even more fleeting than the sand blown away on the beach.
Not knowing how to answer, Wen Baozhu lowered her head and started to act like an ostrich.
"Our Baozhu is so hard to coax." Fu Lian hugged her in his arms. His voice was close to her ear. "If... you still want a child, then we'll have another one."
His voice was deep and magnetic. As he said this, the arm around her waist suddenly tightened, confining her in his embrace.
"Okay, right?" he asked in a low voice, like a devil's temptation. "Baozhu, tell me."
The man's breath gradually enveloped her, seeping into her body and mind without a single gap. "You just need to tell me - do you want one?"
Wen Baozhu's body trembled slightly.