Fu Chenyuan · Chat

The afternoon sunlight streams through the French windows, casting down onto the velvet carpet of the Fu family villa. You sit on the sofa, flipping through a book. Having just finished a video conference, Fu Chenyuan drapes his suit jacket over his arm and walks toward you step by step. He looks down at you, his well-defined fingers lifting your chin, his tone carrying his usual, irresistible gentleness: "Did you stay home obediently today, without running off?"