The President Made Me Trend

“I love you, Yucheng.” Mo Qinghuan rarely uttered such sweet words, but tonight, seeing the considerate and gentle Lu Yucheng, she couldn’t help but confess.

Lu Yucheng was clearly taken aback, a shy smile appearing on his handsome face. He lowered his head and kissed Mo Qinghuan’s lips, gradually losing himself in the moment until the phone rang. He reluctantly suppressed his desire, licked his lips, and teased Mo Qinghuan, whose cheeks were flushed:

“If it weren’t for this call, even if I had to stay up all night handling documents, I wouldn’t have let you off so easily tonight.”

Ever since Father Lu handed over several major projects to Lu Xuan’s company, Lu Yucheng had been working even harder to support the Lu family’s business. As a result, he hadn’t had any sweet moments with Mo Qinghuan for several days. He was already feeling pent-up, and tonight was a perfect opportunity, but who would have thought a phone call would ruin the moment?

The phone kept ringing persistently, and Lu Yucheng nearly threw it across the room. Mo Qinghuan, disheveled and breathless, looked at him shyly and said, “Hurry up and answer the phone, or what if it wakes Little Bun?”

“Alright then, I’ll handle the business first and come back to deal with you later.” Lu Yucheng instructed her to drink the honey water and promised to finish his work quickly so Mo Qinghuan could stay up a little longer, waiting for him.

Watching Lu Yucheng’s departing figure, Mo Qinghuan’s lips curled into a sweet smile. She had been immersed in Lu Yucheng’s kisses just moments ago, and for some reason, when the phone rang, she felt a pang of regret. She even wished the call had come in a bit later.

But she remembered Lu Yucheng’s promise to finish the documents quickly, and she waited until past one in the morning before succumbing to sleepiness and dozing off.

By the time Lu Yucheng finally finished dealing with the documents, it was already past three in the morning. He opened the bedroom door and saw her sleeping peacefully. With a helpless smile, he tucked her in and returned to the study, worried that if he lay down beside her, he wouldn’t be able to resist waking her up. After all, with such a beauty in his arms, how could Lu Yucheng, not being a saint, possibly remain indifferent?

The next day, when Mo Qinghuan woke from her slumber, it was already past ten in the morning. The maid informed her that Lu Yucheng had left at seven for a meeting, instructing everyone not to wake Mo Qinghuan so she could sleep in.

Mo Qinghuan felt a pang of guilt. As his wife, she hadn’t even had the chance to ask what time Lu Yucheng went to bed last night, nor had she been able to make him a cup of coffee…

Just as she was feeling remorseful, Huo-Jie burst in energetically with a contract. Seeing Mo Qinghuan still in her robe, looking like she had just woken up, Huo-Jie couldn’t help but tease, “Just got up? Newlyweds are different, aren’t they? Mr. Lu sure knows how to keep you busy. Looks like our Qinghuan is quite lucky!”

“Huo-Jie, what are you saying in front of Little Bun?” Mo Qinghuan shot Huo-Jie a glare, then looked at Little Bun, who was watching them curiously. Sure enough, the little guy’s curiosity was piqued, and he immediately tugged on Mo Qinghuan’s hand, asking:

“Sister, what does ‘busy’ mean? Did brother bully sister last night? Should Little Bun help sister get back at brother?”

Huo-Jie couldn’t help but chuckle, and she casually said to Little Bun, “Oh, little one, your brother and sister are very much in love, no bullying involved. You’ll understand when you grow up, okay?”

“Huo-Jie!” Mo Qinghuan’s face turned red, her cheeks burning. Meanwhile, Little Bun’s eyes were filled with even more curiosity. She quickly told the maid, “Take the young master upstairs to play for a while.”

Despite Little Bun’s reluctance, he was still taken away by the maid. Once he was gone, Mo Qinghuan looked at Huo-Jie with a resigned expression and reminded her, “In the future, try not to talk about these inappropriate things in front of Little Bun. It’s not suitable.”

“Okay, my bad. I’ll be more careful next time. But as long as you and Mr. Lu are doing well, that’s all that matters. By the way, here’s the contract for the new script. Take a look, and if you have any questions or opinions, let me know, and I’ll negotiate with the other party.” Huo-Jie put aside her playful demeanor and handed the contract to Mo Qinghuan.

Mo Qinghuan carefully reviewed the contract, word by word, and after confirming there were no issues, she signed her name and handed it back to Huo-Jie. “All done.”

Huo-Jie accepted the contract, her smile undiminished, and continued, “By the way, the film starts shooting next month. Before filming begins, the investors are hosting a celebration party. I’ll let you know the location once it’s confirmed.”

“Got it,” Mo Qinghuan nodded, acknowledging the information.

After Huo-Jie left, Mo Qinghuan went upstairs to play with Little Bun.

That evening, Mo Qinghuan received a text from Huo-Jie, informing her of the party’s location. It was at the city’s most luxurious and upscale hotel, suggesting that the unidentified investor was indeed a very wealthy person.

Lu Yucheng returned late again, but this time Mo Qinghuan hadn’t fallen asleep. Instead, she went to the kitchen to prepare a bowl of porridge for him. Cooking wasn’t her forte, but she had asked the maids earlier in the afternoon for tips on making porridge and the necessary precautions regarding the heat.

When she knocked on the study door with a steaming bowl of porridge, Lu Yucheng’s face was full of surprise. Worried she might burn herself, he quickly took the porridge from her and asked, “Since the maids made porridge, why didn’t you just bring it up? If you get burned, I’ll have to deal with them.”

Clearly, he hadn’t realized who had actually made the porridge. Mo Qinghuan didn’t reveal the truth but handed him the spoon, urging him, “Abalone porridge can taste fishy when it’s cold. Try it now while it’s still hot and see how it tastes.”

“Alright.” Lu Yucheng took the spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and savored it. The delicious taste of the abalone porridge quickly spread throughout his mouth, with a hint of pepper flavor. His appetite was piqued, and he finished the entire bowl with satisfaction, praising, “Did the maids really make this porridge? It tastes different from what I’ve had before, especially with the pepper added just right-it’s flavorful and delicious, rivaling what a five-star chef might prepare. It’s truly excellent.”

“The pepper was a spur-of-the-moment addition by me. I thought since you often stay up late, your taste buds might be dull. Adding pepper would likely enhance your appetite, and it seems I was right.” Mo Qinghuan smiled, relieved that Lu Yucheng enjoyed it, making her efforts worthwhile.