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The bed can fully satisfy.

Below the bed, you’ll find laughter.

Such a good companion, what more could a woman want?

As a woman, can you ask for more?

Having been eavesdropped on all night without any concern, Fujiwara Reiki is even less likely to care about Sakura’s presence at this moment.

But Jiang Chen still couldn’t compare to her, picking up his chopsticks, "Let’s eat."

"Mm."

Fujiwara Reiki responded obediently, and as she picked up her chopsticks, she sighed softly, "Beautiful moments are always so fleeting, Li Ji has to work again."

"I’ll accompany you."

Jiang Chen said calmly.

While someone and the Japanese Crown Princess were being lovey-dovey, at Jiuding Group, Princess Cao, known as a workaholic, gave instructions to her secretary.

"Cancel the six o’clock meeting this afternoon." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

No reason was given.

The secretary didn’t dare ask more, "Okay, Ms. Cao."

After the secretary left the office, Youmao jumped up excitedly, "Miss, can we finish work early today?"

The bouquet of roses was still in the office, neither wilting nor thrown into the trash can. Of course, its position wasn’t very conspicuous, placed not far from the glass curtain wall, picked by Youmao, but from the direction of the desk, you can easily see it just by looking up.

"No."

Cao Jinse kept her head down, continuing to review documents. Besides paper materials, every day, hundreds of emails regularly appeared in her inbox waiting for her approval.

"Why not? Didn’t you just say the meeting was canceled? Miss, you’ve been working overtime for several consecutive days, your body can’t take it."

"I’m not a child, I can take care of myself."

Cao Jinse didn’t lift her head, her tone was calm. Although that day with a certain someone could be considered a disagreement, her mood didn’t seem affected.

"I know Miss is not a child, but you still need to eat on time. Miss has been working overtime every day recently and lost weight."

Youmao’s words were somewhat exaggerated; although her eating schedule was a bit irregular, it was just irregularity. Princess Cao wasn’t immature enough to neglect food and sleep over some unhappy episode.

"You think you lost weight, don’t you?"

Princess Cao looked up at Youmao, who was sharing the hardships with her, smiled and offered, "Tonight I’ll take you out for something good."

"Really?"

Youmao was skeptical, instinctively feeling there might be a catch. Miss has so many worries lately; does she really have the mood to treat her?

"The place is booked, Suzhou Prefecture."

Youmao’s eyes lit up, preferring southern cuisine over northern dishes. Although Jiang-Zhe cuisine isn’t particularly flavorful, it is aesthetically pleasing.

Looks good!

Can’t have high demands.

Youmao always understood contentment brings happiness.

"Is there something to celebrate?"

Youmao asked tentatively, still thinking something was amiss.

"Can’t even have a meal without a celebration?"

After approving an urgent document, Princess Cao picked up the next one, "Someone’s treating."

No wonder!

Youmao realized, and immediately a name jumped into her mind, so she blurted out, "Jiang Chen?"

"No."

Princess Cao, with a calm voice, remained focused on her work, showing no signs of anything unusual.

Not Jiang Chen?

Youmao blurted, "Then who is it?"

"Does it matter who treats?"

"Just asking."

Princess Cao didn’t hide anything, her gaze swiftly traveled line by line over the dense text, simultaneously quickly satisfying Youmao’s curiosity.

"Song Chaoge."

"Who?!"

Youmao’s tone involuntarily rose, her cherubic face filled with surprise.

Cao Jinse looked up, "Why so loud?"

Youmao looked apologetic for disturbing Miss’s work, but couldn’t help asking, "Why would Little Song randomly invite Miss for a meal?"

"I’m not his enemy."

Princess Cao’s reply was concise.

Indeed.

Even siblings will have conflicts.

After all, they were childhood friends who grew up together.

"But..."

Youmao opened her mouth but found herself at a loss for words, starting to pace back and forth.

"Miss and he aren’t enemies, but Little Song’s sudden invitation can’t just be about a simple meal. Miss, we shouldn’t go."

If she could easily see through it, Princess Cao was certainly aware too.

Young Master Song is no sycophant.

Someone of his stature wouldn’t just disturb for the sake of improving relationships.

"I’ve already promised him."

"You can change your mind if you’ve promised!"

Youmao immediately replied, but this was assuming everyone was like her, unconcerned with reputation or trust.

"If you don’t want to go, you can go home first."

"How can that be?"

Youmao quickly approached the desk, "If I’m not there, what if Little Song has ulterior motives and tries to harm Miss?"

"Don’t talk nonsense."

Cao Jinse finally admonished.

Of course, it’s nonsense.

Young Master Song wouldn’t stoop so low.

"Miss, you must be cautious."

Youmao always had a clear stance, not for any reason involving anyone else, even before Boss Jiang appeared, she was rather repelled by Song Chaoge, had little fondness, a sentiment which only became more apparent as she grew closer to Boss Jiang.

To be fair, he’s been decent to her, but she always felt Song Chaoge was somewhat insincere. How to put it, even in sunlight, he gave off a feeling of lurking in the shadows, lacking masculinity.

Mm.

Even Miss was more like a "man" than him.

She’s not foolish, obviously knowing Song Chaoge doesn’t just see Miss as a childhood acquaintance, but someone like him isn’t a match for Miss at all.

"If Miss insists on going, then I must accompany you. If Miss disagrees... I’ll inform the Young Master!"

A very strong threat.

As a member of the Cao Family, Youmao undoubtedly knew that Young Master shared her sentiment, not fond of Little Song.

"Did I say you couldn’t come?"

Princess Cao replied gently, "I just meant, you don’t have to go if you don’t want to."

"Of course we’re going! Why not enjoy a meal?"

Youmao decisively decided to act as a "third wheel."

It’s not that she especially supported the other side; if Little Song were the only choice, Miss would be better off single forever.

Who says being single can’t be exciting?

Choosing wrong brings a lifetime of disaster!

Such news is everywhere online; these women each face tragedies, and whenever she saw such videos, she would share them, mostly to Duanmu Taoist who learned surfing.

Mm.

She’s friends with Tanki Liuli.

And Tanki Liuli rarely replies, but always sees due to the read status indicator.

"If you’re going, then be quiet and let me finish my work."

Youmao didn’t mean not to help, but lacked the ability, worried that it would ruin the "date," which seemed ineffective.

Can’t this be rescheduled if today doesn’t work?

So she sensibly didn’t mess around, nodded understandingly, "I’ll wander around, Miss, you keep busy."

"Mm."

Youmao left.

The office returned to silence, with only the sound of a pen signing.

The intention to wear the crown must bear the burden.

Such work intensity is not something ordinary people can handle.

After signing another document, Cao Jinse finally paused, putting down her pen.

Sitting too long isn’t good for the body.

She slightly moved her wrist, stood up, walked out from behind the desk, her gaze swept past the still vibrant roses, paused for a moment, and then walked towards the first bouquet of roses she ever accepted.

While Youmao was away.

Standing before the flowers, Cao Jinse silently observed, then stretched out her hand to gently touch the petals, pinched the edge, and plucked one off.

Real flowers unlike fake ones, have a short shelf life, especially the delicate rose variety, requiring attentive care. Leaving it here without even a vase, it may look flawless from afar, but holding it reveals the inner petals starting to decay and wither.

Fingers transitioned from stroking to embedding into the petals, easily creating cracks in the fragile rose with a fingertip.

"It’s getting more lively."