Lu Sui’s answer was that he didn’t have time.

If the mountain won’t come to me, I’ll go to the mountain.

Wu Mangmang booked a return flight that very night. Sitting on the plane, she couldn’t help but bite her finger and smile. Lu Sui would surely be surprised, right?

She just hoped it wouldn’t turn into some melodramatic scene of coming home early and catching him cheating in bed—that would be a shock rather than a surprise.

Would Lu Sui think she was disturbing his work?

After being excited for a while, Wu Mangmang’s rationality gradually returned. But there was nothing she could do about it now—if he dared show even the slightest displeasure, she could just turn around and leave.

When Wu Mangmang arrived at the base of the Lu Corporation building, it was already 1 PM. She quietly looked up to admire this tallest building in the city.

If A City was the political and cultural center, then the city where Wu Mangmang was born was the economic crown of the entire nation. And Lu Corporation, surrounded by clusters of buildings like stars gathering around the moon, was undoubtedly the most brilliant gem on that crown.

Wu Mangmang had heard people gossip about the feng shui of the Lu Corporation building. They described it as mysterious and profound—backed by mountains, embracing the sea, harmonizing yin and yang, matching the eight trigrams. It was said to be the most classic architectural case in feng shui studies, where even the placement of a single potted plant was extremely particular, and not a single withered leaf could be seen.

Wu Mangmang had never come to admire Lu Corporation before; today was her first time.

Walking into the lobby, Wu Mangmang looked at the floor directory in the main hall. Lu Corporation didn’t occupy all the floors—everything below the 55th floor was rented out to other companies. The rent here was probably the most expensive in the entire country, but businesspeople were all superstitious. With Lu Corporation’s feng shui situation, it was practically impossible to find even a square foot of space. In nearly ten years, the companies in this building had barely changed.

The 55th floor and above housed Lu Corporation’s headquarters.

When Wu Mangmang reached the 55th floor, she discovered that this entire level was essentially a garden within the building. They had hired a globally renowned team of landscape designers to handle the design, and Lu Corporation employees jokingly called this place the “Central Garden.”

Wu Mangmang stood in front of the reception desk, hesitating about whether to give it a try. But after scanning the surrounding security guards and cameras, she felt that trying to go upstairs to see Lu Sui without an appointment would be somewhat fantastical.

So Wu Mangmang walked over, then retreated back, taking out her phone to call Lu Sui.

It was rather boring—trying to surprise someone like Lu Sui was difficult. Now she could only give advance notice; catching him in the act was apparently impossible.

“How rare, you’re actually calling me proactively,” Lu Sui’s voice came through the receiver.

“I miss you,” Wu Mangmang said, leaning against a giant tropical tree in the Central Garden. “I want to see you.”

Her voice was so sickeningly sweet that Wu Mangmang herself got goosebumps.

“I miss you too. Come down,” Lu Sui said.

“What do you mean, come down?” Wu Mangmang straightened up, having a bad feeling.

“I’m downstairs at your dormitory building,” Lu Sui said.

Wu Mangmang felt a sense of “God, you’re playing with me” frustration, raising her voice: “Didn’t you say you had a meeting at 2 PM?”

“I wanted to see you, so I changed the time,” Lu Sui said. “Come down quickly.”

Wu Mangmang gloomily leaned back against the tree trunk, saying listlessly: “I’m in Lu Corporation’s Central Garden.”

Lu Sui’s sigh came through the receiver. “Stay there and don’t move. I’ll have Peng Ze come get you. I’ll be right back.”

“Oh.” Wu Mangmang puffed out her cheeks. What a case of arriving in high spirits only to return disappointed.

Wu Mangmang propped her elbows on her knees, cupping her chin in her hands, pondering where to spend these few hours. Going back to the hillside villa was definitely not an option—she didn’t want to stay in the city long, and if Ms. Liu caught her, it would be another series of blind dates. Given the special circumstances now, she couldn’t go on any more blind dates.

Wu Mangmang was so lost in thought that she didn’t even notice when her phone rang in her bag.

“You are my old, old little apple, however much I love you it’s never too much, your dark old face breaks my heart, igniting the fire fire fire fire fire in my heart…”

Only when the song was nearly finished did Wu Mangmang come back to her senses. Just as she was about to answer the phone, the other party hung up.

Moreover, in a moment of inattention, her phone was easily snatched away by someone behind her. Wu Mangmang’s first reaction was to beat up the thief. Her embroidered fist had just swung out when it was caught by the person’s hand.

“Old Apple?!” Lu Sui’s expression was, honestly speaking, quite unsightly.

The original song “Little Apple” was this kind of divine tune. Although it wasn’t Lu Sui’s preferred style, it was undeniably catchy. Ning Zheng had sung it several times while embracing the club’s public relations staff, so even Lu Sui had heard it plenty.

Now that Wu Mangmang had suddenly changed “Little Apple” to “Old Apple” was already unbearable, but what was even more insulting was that the contact name stored in Wu Mangmang’s phone was prominently displayed as “Old Apple.”

“Surprise!” Wu Mangmang hugged Lu Sui’s waist with a guilty expression. “Didn’t you say you were at A University? You lied to me.”

“You already knew I was coming to find you today, didn’t you? Cunning!” “I haven’t eaten lunch yet, I’m so hungry.”

Wu Mangmang spoke in rapid succession like a machine gun, afraid to give Lu Sui a chance to interrupt.

“Is that so? Come on, let’s go get you some apples,” Lu Sui said coolly.

Wu Mangmang knew she was courting death, but she had long grown accustomed to Lu Sui’s ringtone and didn’t think it was an issue. Today, Lu Sui caught her red-handed.

“This was recorded before, when we hadn’t established our relationship yet. I forgot to change it afterward,” Wu Mangmang explained in a low, submissive voice.

“I think you’d be very willing to re-record a new ringtone, wouldn’t you?” Lu Sui’s voice suddenly became gentle. Wu Mangmang was most afraid when he pulled this trick—suppressing his anger instead of releasing it meant he was planning something harsh.

Wu Mangmang gave Lu Sui a fawning “OK” gesture.

Although there weren’t many people in the Central Garden, there were still a few coming and going. Even though many employees had never spoken a word to Lu Sui, Boss Lu participated in the annual year-end banquet every year, so everyone recognized what the big boss looked like. Besides, with his high-value face, his recognition rate was two hundred percent.

But big companies were different. Those who could enter Lu Corporation, even ordinary employees, were one-in-a-million talents. Each one passing by Wu Mangmang and Lu Sui put on an act of “see no evil,” though it would have been more perfect if they could control their wandering peripheral vision.

“Let’s go to my office,” Lu Sui said. His expression was still not particularly pleasant, radiating an aura that warned idle people to stay away from within three meters of him.

Wu Mangmang coughed lightly twice but stood still without moving.

Her powerful observational skills told her that although everyone was pretending to be busy, they were actually craning their necks internally, waiting to see Boss Lu’s romantic scandal.

Because Lu Sui’s private life was really rather lackluster, there probably weren’t many women who came to Lu Corporation to find him for personal matters.

Anyone else would definitely want to keep a low profile, but Wu Mangmang had that bit of scoundrel nature. Being an “actress,” she liked having a large audience.

Lu Sui stopped and looked back at Wu Mangmang. Wu Mangmang completely ignored his intimidating aura, tilting her chin to indicate she couldn’t see anything.

Lu Sui extended his hand toward Wu Mangmang.

Holding hands wasn’t unacceptable, but this treatment wasn’t grand enough.

Wu Mangmang shook her head and still didn’t move.

Lu Sui walked back with a headache and wrapped his arm around Wu Mangmang’s slender waist. “Are you satisfied now, Your Majesty?”

The corners of Wu Mangmang’s lips were curved so high that even a thousand-pound weight probably couldn’t press down that upturned arc. She nodded very smugly. “Can you tell your receptionist that in the future I don’t need an appointment to go upstairs? Otherwise, I can’t even give you a little surprise—it’s too boring.”

Lu Sui looked at Wu Mangmang. That proud little appearance was simply going to blow the roof off.

“I’ll give the instructions,” Lu Sui said.

Only then did Wu Mangmang nod with satisfaction. Under the gaze of a bunch of people whose jaws had dropped to the floor, she was escorted by Lu Sui into the executive elevator.

But as the saying goes, extreme joy leads to sorrow, and after great prosperity comes decline.

Wu Mangmang was simply brainless, forgetting the definition she had given Lu Sui herself.

Mr. Lu, you see, was truly a super warm guy in front of people—a five-star all-around king in the “Pan, Lu, Deng, Xiao, Xian” categories. The receptionist was still marveling at how warm Mr. Lu could be.

But behind closed doors, this person was all kinds of domineering, all kinds of tyrannical, all kinds of inhumane.

Wu Mangmang curled up weakly on the sofa, gasping for breath, like a fish thrown into the desert, unable to struggle much longer.

Because there really wasn’t much time left until 2 o’clock, Lu Sui had substituted intensity for endurance. The electric motor’s power was too high, Wu Mangmang’s pleas were ineffective, and throwing tantrums only led to more abuse. She could only pitifully submit to being slaughtered.

Lu Sui lowered his head and pecked Wu Mangmang’s lips gently. “Rest for a bit. There’s my dressing room inside. You can take a shower later. I’m going to the meeting.”

Wu Mangmang rested for half an hour, then stood up on trembling long legs and kicked aside the torn dress on the floor before heading to the dressing room for a shower.

This time when she returned to the city, she hadn’t brought anything except her laptop. After all, she had all her things at the hillside villa, so there was no need to lug luggage back and forth.

Now Wu Mangmang faced the embarrassing situation of having no underwear to wear. Fortunately, Lu Sui belonged to the lean-waisted group, so although his dress pants were quite loose on her, they wouldn’t fall off.

Wu Mangmang also casually took one of Lu Sui’s shirts to put on, then sat barefoot in Lu Sui’s executive chair, put her legs up on the nearby low cabinet, and opened her laptop to look at materials.

Professor Cheng was recently going to participate in an archaeological excavation, and she wanted to go along as an assistant.

But man is iron, rice is steel. Wu Mangmang clutched her rumbling stomach and picked up her phone to order fast food through a delivery app.

Half an hour later, the delivery person arrived downstairs but couldn’t get in no matter what.

Wu Mangmang picked up her wallet to go downstairs, but when she reached the door, she remembered she was only wearing Lu Sui’s shirt—her dress had met its end.

Wu Mangmang groaned in frustration, wanting to call Lu Sui, but he was in a meeting. She didn’t know a single person at Lu Corporation, so she had no one to turn to for help. As for the secretaries outside the office, she was too embarrassed to order them around.

Without the title of Mrs. Lu, it was really hard to get things done.

Wu Mangmang had no choice but to send Lu Sui a message: “I’m hungry, delivery is downstairs, can’t come up, urgent, waiting online. (ㄒoㄒ)~~”

Lu Sui’s phone on the desk lit up. He glanced at it, then turned to look at Peng Ze beside him.

Peng Ze quickly bent over, thinking his boss had some important instructions. After hearing it, Peng Ze was stunned for a moment.

“Knock knock knock.”

Wu Mangmang heard the knocking and casually replied, “Come in.”

Peng Ze walked into the spacious office carrying the takeout boxes, looked around but didn’t see anyone, and tentatively called out “Miss Wu.”

Wu Mangmang was engrossed in reading the materials. This burial site was from an ancient era and could be said to fill a historical gap from that period, though it was also severely damaged. Wu Mangmang was already ready to roll up her sleeves and get to work.

Hearing Peng Ze’s voice, Wu Mangmang finally reacted, quickly pulled back her legs, and turned the executive chair to face Peng Ze.

When Peng Ze saw Wu Mangmang, he immediately felt a refreshing clarity that cleansed his eyes.

Although Peng Ze had seen Wu Mangmang several times and knew Miss Wu was a great beauty, everyone has their preferences. He had always appreciated full-figured, sexy, mature women more, so his impression of Wu Mangmang, who looked as beautiful as a Barbie doll, had only stayed at the “quite pretty” stage.

But this time was different.

Women wearing men’s shirts are inherently three times more sexy. Although Wu Mangmang was wearing the Boss’s shirt, it still couldn’t stop Peng Ze from thinking she was incomparably sexy.

The most fatal thing was that Wu Mangmang’s appearance was clearly in the seductive and alluring category, with several red strawberry marks on her neck, yet she was pretending to be serious, sitting in the executive chair with her hands folded on the desk, nodding seriously at Peng Ze. “Just put it over there.”

Peng Ze wanted to laugh at Wu Mangmang’s obvious cover-up attempt.

But her skin was too fair and smooth, emanating a lustrous pink glow from beneath the surface, her face a rosy pink, and even her exposed collarbones were a cherry pink.

Inexplicably, it made Peng Ze think of the four words “excellent to the touch.”

Peng Ze practically fled from Lu Sui’s office, as if there were vampire sirens chasing him, his heart beating rapidly.

Now he somewhat understood why the usually aloof Boss Lu would eat his own words—it was purely lust at first sight, first sight leads to desire, second sight leads to infatuation.

Wu Mangmang, sitting behind the desk, couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief after Peng Ze left. She got up from behind the desk, walked barefoot with her two smooth long legs swaying, and sat on the sofa to eat her takeout.

When Lu Sui returned from his meeting, he called out “Mangmang” and saw her spin around in the chair and slide over.

The white shirt hung loosely on her body, with the top two buttons undone, constantly at risk of exposure. Her sleeves were rolled up high, revealing her elbows. Her two legs hung over the armrests, dangling in the air, while her fingers were battling with a mobile game.

“Wait, almost done,” Wu Mangmang was in the middle of a battle.

Lu Sui narrowed his eyes and asked, “When Peng Ze came in just now, you were wearing this outfit?”