Addicted to My Contract-Marriage Husband

Chapter 312: Chapter 312: A Bit of Inspiration

Fu Sichen casually threw the towel in his hand onto a nearby chair, his gaze heavy with a dangerous aura, "Shouldn’t Mrs. Fu spend her birthday with me?"

Luo Ting’s inner thought: Should I hang up or not?

There’s a feeling that if I keep listening, I’m going to lose control.

Jiang Mian propped her hands on her waist, her eyes curving into a smile, the corners of her eyes upturned with a sly twinkle," Are there a lot of gifts?"

"Of course, an entire cruise ship is yours."

A cruise ship...

Jiang Mian thought about it and didn’t seem particularly attracted to the idea.

Just as she was about to say something, she heard the man add the next second, "All the gifts are waiting for you to unwrap them on the cruise."

!!!!

Jiang Mian immediately switched allegiances and picked up her phone: "Sister Ting, prepare some fan benefits or something like that when the time comes."

Luo Ting heard everything clearly and knew that actually holding a birthday party could be quite troublesome.

If President Fu took charge, it would be easier to handle.

"Mhm, make sure to enjoy your birthday these next few days."

Luo Ting checked the schedule and, coincidentally, there was suddenly a seven-day gap for resting after wrapping up the shoot.

It’s a somewhat inexplicable coincidence.

"Mhm, you should get some rest early too, Sister Ting."

"You too."

This was Luo Ting’s biggest blessing for Jiang Mian.

Maybe it really was just wishing her to get some rest soon.

That night, Jiang Mian was like a mermaid drained of all vitality, not a hint of life in her.

Fu Sichen got up and walked straight towards the door.

"What are you doing!"

Jiang Mian looked suspiciously at the man’s retreating figure, sensing a feeling of irresponsibility after the fact.

Fu Sichen’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, his voice saturated with a husky, magnetic laugh, "I got a bit of inspiration."

???

Something secretive and mysterious.

"You go to sleep first, goodnight~"

Jiang Mian lay back down, she wasn’t curious at all.

Dead tired.

Sleeping was more important.

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The next day.

When Jiang Mian woke up, Fu Sichen wasn’t beside her. She had felt the warmth next to her in the middle of the night.

Just where had he gone this early in the morning?

By the time Jiang Mian finished getting ready and went out, only Yangyang was sitting in the living room watching a series.

"Where’s Sichen?"

This early in the day.

Yangyang looked at the woman with her hair down, wearing a white strap nightgown, and her face couldn’t help but turn red.

She pointed at her own collarbone: "Sister Mianmian, your... this..."

Jiang Mian casually took a shawl from the couch and wrapped it around herself: "Sister Ting is used to it, you’re still not accustomed."

It’s not about becoming accustomed.

Yangyang lowered her eyes, "Sister Mianmian, I’m a pure love warrior, I’ve never been in love, please understand."

Jiang Mian poured herself a glass of water: "Mhm, you’ll get used to it once you have a man."

"Beep—"

The sound outside was that of a card swiping, and Fu Sichen walked in, wearing an old man’s vest, a radiant aura engulfing the space around him.

His forehead was still dotted with fine sweat, and after a while, Xu Lai came in, hands on hips and panting.

What had happened?

Fu Sichen had gone for a run, but Xu Lai looked as if he had come back from battle.

But in that suit and shoes... noveldrama

He must have suffered.

"Why did you go for a run so early today?"

Fu Sichen took a towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "The air is fresh, met up with Director Ming."

The air at the Lu City filming base was indeed comfortable, it was just that few people got up early for a run.

"And Secretary Xu is..."

Xu Lai immediately straightened up: "Mrs. Fu, I’m fine, just gave President Fu a work briefing, I just lack exercise, couldn’t keep up."

Jiang Mian and Yangyang exchanged a knowing smile, already picturing Xu Lai following behind Fu Sichen, reporting on work while trying to keep pace.

A model of hard work.