Emily was stunned. Mr. Satan carried her into the bathroom. "Come on, while you take a bath, I'll tell you just how capable your husband is." Just how capable was Mr. Satan? It took Emily over two hours to emerge from the bathroom. Emily was so exhausted that she didn’t even want to open her eyes, being carried out wrapped in a towel. She weakly protested, "You’re the real superhero, not me..." Mr. Satan chuckled, tucking her into bed and wrapping her up tightly. "I'm only a superhero for you." "What if the world ends?" "Let it end. I'll take you to another planet," Mr. Satan said, lying beside her and pulling her into his arms. ... These past few days, Mr. Satan's sexual desire had suddenly skyrocketed, catching Emily completely unprepared. Several times she was awakened in the middle of the night, leading to sleep deprivation... So the next day, they both woke up late. On the way to the office, Emily slept almost the entire trip. When they arrived at the company, Mr. Satan gently woke her. "Emily, wake up." The car was warm and cozy, and Emily was still very sleepy. Mr. Satan leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Do you want me to carry you into the office?" Wait. He would carry her into the office? Emily's eyes snapped open. "No need, I can walk by myself." Mr. Satan couldn't help but laugh.Taking the elevator from the underground garage to the top floor, Emily deliberately kept a long distance from him. This man had been a bit dangerous recently. It's one thing to be affectionate at home, but she didn't want to put on a show at the office. "Emily." "If you have something to say, say it. Don't come over here; this is an elevator, and it has cameras." Seeing Emily's serious expression, Mr. Satan knew he had been a bit too much lately and had worn her out. "I’m wearing a mask today." Emily wasn't easily fooled. "Even if you're wearing a mask, your employees know it's you." "My employees usually don't come in until the afternoon, you know that." Emily was skeptical. "You never know, there might be a particularly diligent employee who comes in early. Besides, that mask is too recognizable." The elevator stopped on the first floor. As soon as the doors opened, a large group of people entered. Emily silently moved to a corner, trying to minimize her presence. But... "Good morning, Boss. Good morning, Madam." Mr. Satan smiled and nodded. "Morning." Emily's expression changed. Was "Madam" referring to her? She had visited before, but she hadn't really met many employees. How did they know her... "Madam, no need to feel shy. We all recognize you." Emily bit her lip. "How do you recognize me?" One of the employees laughed. "You're a celebrity online, the makeup artist for big star Lucas. Many of us are your fans. Someone even had your photo on their desk, but Dylan saw it and told everyone not to, afraid the boss might fire us!" Emily: "..." She had forgotten her photos were all over the internet. But it had been so long, and they still remembered? "You're too beautiful; we recognized you right away!" The employee grinned. "Are you here to check on the boss’s work?" Emily didn't know what to say. "I..." "The boss doesn’t usually come to the office often; today he probably brought you to inspect," another employee said. "After all, you're the lady of the house." "Boss, you're getting married soon. Can you help us end our singlehood too? We want to date." Mr. Satan was blunt. "You can't find girlfriends on your own, and that's my fault?" "We’re dedicated to the company and don’t have time to find girlfriends. You pay us well, we're happy, but seeing you with your girlfriend makes us lonely." Mr. Satan chuckled. "I'm not setting anyone up. Ask my girlfriend." Emily was taken aback. She wasn’t a matchmaker, why ask her? The elevator stopped on the twelfth floor. A round-faced employee pulled Emily out of the elevator. "Madam, let me show you around the design department and discuss introducing us to some girls..." Emily looked back at Mr. Satan, who smiled and reminded them, "Be careful with her. My son is in her belly. Make sure you return my wife to me." The round-faced employee gave a big wave. "Don’t worry, Boss. We’ll treat your girlfriend like royalty." The elevator doors closed and continued upward. Emily looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings, still in a daze. Mr. Satan just left her like that and went on his way? The round-faced employee said, "Madam, please sit down. I'll get you a glass of water." "No need, I'm not thirsty," Emily stopped him. "Do you always talk to him like this?"They didn’t seem like boss and subordinates, more like a leader and his followers? Emily was surprised. "Yes," the round-faced employee said. "We’ve been with the boss since the startup. We have a great relationship. And the boss is a good person. Even though we rarely see him, he never loses his temper with us. Madam, the boss is a reliable man; you’ll be very happy with him!" Emily nodded gently. "Will I be disturbing your work here?" The round-faced employee laughed. "We’re used to working in the afternoon and evening. We didn’t come in early for work today." "You didn't come in for work? Then why?" "We came to see you!" The round-faced employee stood proudly. "Dylan told us this morning that the boss would bring you in, so we all came to see you!"