The man she just registered her marriage with and who also stayed overnight at her place, why is it that his gaze is stuck on her assistant at the breakfast table, unable to be blocked or diverted? Is he afraid the assistant might discover their relationship? He must be afraid the assistant will find out about their relationship. With this thought, Zhuang Yichen scooped up a spoonful of soup from the bowl, "The scallops in this porridge taste really good, honey, have a taste." As she spoke, she brought the spoon to Wen Nan’s lips. "It’s getting late," Yu Shujun finally put down the custard bun he had peeled entirely, stood up, "I’ll go wait in the garage first." "Mm, okay," Zhuang Yichen nodded with satisfaction, "We need to drop my husband off at the company first, keep it low-key and drive the A8, the keys are on the shoe cabinet." After Yu Shujun left the dining room, only the two of them remained at the table. Wen Nan was just about to relax a bit when Zhuang Yichen leaned over again. This time, her entire body pressed against Wen Nan’s shoulder, the side of his arm felt a cold and soft mass, like a gigantic jelly pudding, sticking to his thin shirt. The hard edge of the spoon brushed against Wen Nan’s previously torn lip, which hadn’t fully healed, causing him to jerk his neck backward to avoid it. A flash of dissatisfaction crossed Zhuang Yichen’s face but she quickly said, "This porridge tastes really good, don’t you want to try it?" Wen Nan raised his hand and gently pushed her arm away, "The only audience has left, so I think we don’t need to continue acting, right?" The smile on Zhuang Yichen’s face froze, then her expression went cold. She threw the spoon back into the bowl and stood up, "It’s pretty late, let’s go to your company." The flagship A8L, the interior was spacious. Wen Nan glanced at Yu Shujun, who was already sitting properly in the driver’s seat, instinctively preparing to open the car door and sit in the front passenger seat. "Hey," Zhuang Yichen raised her hand to pull Wen Nan back, "You’re not my secretary, why sit in the front? Sit with me in the back." Wen Nan, not wanting to appear rude, followed Zhuang Yichen into the back seat. Without a word, Yu Shujun started the car. Wen Nan looked up, through the rearview mirror, he could see the profile of Yu Shujun’s face and his tense jawline. Sitting next to Wen Nan, Zhuang Yichen took out a cushion from her bag and began applying it to her face. Seeing her busy with makeup, Wen Nan brought up the chat box on the system again— [Master-9: What are your plans later] [slave-Jun: Follow your wife’s arrangement] Wen Nan was about to type another message when Zhuang Yichen leaned over, "Honey, can you help me pick a lipstick shade?" As she spoke, Zhuang Yichen took out an entire line of lipsticks from the storage compartment at the side seat, laying them out like dominos in front of Wen Nan, letting him choose one. To Wen Nan, all the colors seemed to be the same shade of orange-red, indistinguishable like a ghost hitting a wall. He picked the one with the brightest shell with his eyes closed, "This one." Zhuang Yichen glanced at the orange leather-covered lipstick, feeling slightly dissatisfied—it was the new Armani model, ridiculously expensive and nothing more, with a neon effect that made her look dark, old, and rustic. She had tried it once and locked it away ever since. Though she didn’t like it, perhaps this color matched a straight man’s aesthetic? As long as the person next to her liked it, she didn’t mind applying it once. With this in mind, Zhuang Yichen stuffed the lipstick into Wen Nan’s hand and brought her face close again, "Honey, can you help me apply it?" Wen Nan turned his head to glance at the rearview mirror. Zhuang Yichen unsatisfiedly reached up, her cold fingers resting on Wen Nan’s cheek, turning his face back towards her, "Why are you looking at Xiao Jun when I asked you to help me apply lipstick?" Wen Nan smiled wryly, "I don’t know how to, aren’t you afraid I’ll ruin your delicate makeup?" Zhuang Yichen shook her head, "If you apply it unevenly, I’ll just call it bitten lips makeup. If you smudge it on my face, I’ll pretend it’s post-drunk makeup, I won’t blame you." Having been so reassured, Wen Nan reluctantly picked up the lipstick and scribbled away like doodling. Zhuang Yichen opened the mirror in the cushion she was holding and saw her lips painted into two sausages, her smile dropping instantly. She had underestimated a straight man’s destructive power on makeup. Seeing her expression, which looked worse than crying, Wen Nan apologized and earnestly asked, "Does this count as a type of makeup?" What else could it be? "Ru Hua" makeup! Zhuang Yichen cursed in her heart but continued to maintain a faint smile on her face, quickly coming up with a solution— She propped her hands on Wen Nan’s shoulders, leaning her lips towards his, saying, "Honey, help me turn it into kiss makeup, will you?" Wen Nan’s mind went blank for a moment, just as the fiery red lips approached him. The car came to an abrupt stop, the tires screeched sharply against the ground, and Zhuang Yichen was thrown forward into the back of the front seat due to inertia. "Xiao Jun!" Zhuang Yichen propped herself up, glaring furiously at the driver’s seat, "What happened!" "Sorry," Yu Shujun replied in an even voice, "A cat suddenly dashed out in front." "A cat?" Zhuang Yichen turned her head to look out the window, there was no sign of any cat on the road, "Where is it?" "It ran into the side flowerbed," Yu Shujun calmly replied, then parked the car right there and turned off the engine, "We’re here." Wen Nan glanced at the office building by the roadside, and his system popped up a prompt confirming that this was indeed the current office location of the company he was working for.