The assistant handed over the phone, and Su Ci saw that familiar handsome face, Fu Nancheng. He had initiated a video chat. Fu Nancheng was currently in the presidential suite of a six-star hotel, surrounded by understated yet luxurious decor, which was his style. Due to the time difference, it was evening where he was, and the champagne gold lights shone down from above, casting a golden glow on his already handsome features. He was wearing a dark blue silk pajama set, his neat short hair damp, clearly having just taken a shower, looking young and devastatingly handsome. Through the screen, he looked over, his brows slightly furrowed, and asked in a low voice, 'Why didn't you answer your phone?' Su Ci held the phone, 'I didn't hear it.' 'Heh.' He laughed, even throwing out a curse, 'Little liar.' Little liar Su Ci, '...' 'Mr. President, these are the suit and shirt you'll wear for the meeting later.' At this moment, a woman walked into the frame. Su Ci recognized the voice; it was the woman who had answered his phone earlier. The woman was dressed in a black professional suit, with a small black jacket on top, a pencil skirt below, followed by black stockings and stiletto heels, a workplace milf with red lips and white teeth, stunningly attractive. His suit and shirt were cradled in her arms, ironed to perfection without a single wrinkle, gently placed on the large bed. The woman looked up at him, her eyes full of light, and him. But Fu Nancheng didn't look at the woman; instead, he looked at Su Ci through the screen, 'What are you thinking about, female secretary?' His words scorched Su Ci's cheeks, why was he saying this to her? For a boss like him, it was not surprising to have a female secretary taking care of his daily needs. 'I wasn't thinking anything.'

Fu Nancheng looked at the half of her little face exposed in the video, unscarred, fragile and beautiful. He lowered his voice and curved his lips, 'I've been working non-stop since I got here, with no time for anything else. Don't overthink it.' Su Ci realized that their conversation had veered off track, and the atmosphere had become intimate. She didn't understand why he took the initiative to explain, especially the phrase 'don't overthink it,' which really made her think too much. This man, immersed in the business world, was a born leader. The charm of a mature and steady man like him went without saying. As long as he was willing to be gentle, he gave off the illusion of deep affection, especially his deliberately lowered magnetic voice, which sounded very much like a lover's whisper. Su Ci was only 20 years old and had not experienced this before. 'If there's nothing else, I'll hang up,' she said hurriedly, ready to end the call. Fu Nancheng had a meeting soon and couldn't talk much, 'Stay in the hospital peacefully, we'll talk about everything when I get back.' After ending the video chat, the assistant said quite respectfully, 'Miss Su, we have arranged for a senior nurse and a professional medical team for you here. If there is an emergency, please call me, I am ready to serve at any time.' 'Thank you.'

After sending away her assistant, Su Ci sat by her grandmother's bed, feeling grateful to Fu Nancheng. It was as if his appearance had calmed the chaos in her world. ... Over the next two days, Su Ci spent her days blending fragrances and rushed back to the hospital to be with her grandmother at night. Exhausted, she would fall asleep by her grandmother's bedside. At this moment, a steady footsteps came from the corridor outside, gradually approaching, and then the door to the ward was opened. Fu Nancheng had returned. The man arrived late at night, draped in a black overcoat, wearing a matching black suit underneath, and black leather gloves on his hands, having rushed back from his journey. Secretary Song stayed outside, closing the door behind him, and Fu Nancheng approached the bed, looking at the girl sleeping soundly by the bedside.