readsfreenovel Chapter 32 and Liu Yan's family
Chapter 32 and Liu Yan's family
Fu Yibai quickly finished his simple dinner and gestured for Liu Yan to clean up.
After clearing away the tableware, Liu Yan did not leave immediately. Instead, she stood slightly behind him again and gently reminded him.
"Mr. Fu, it's almost eleven o'clock."
My flight is at 6 a.m. tomorrow. Would you like me to call a taxi back to your accommodation?
Fu Yibai looked up from the report and rubbed his temples.
Go back to Fan Binbin's place?
She might not be asleep yet at this hour, but there will inevitably be another tender moment when we get back.
What he needs most right now is peace and quiet and sleep.
"It's too late, I won't bother going back and forth."
Fu Yibai closed the report, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.
"I'll stay in the lounge tonight."
Go home early.
Liu Yan didn't move. She hesitated for a moment, then lowered her voice even further.
"Mr. Fu, you still don't look well."
The blankets in the break room are thin, making it easy to get sick.
Or, how about I book you a room at a nearby hotel? Or…”
She paused, as if gathering her courage.
"I live not too far from the company. It's a two-bedroom apartment. The second bedroom has always been empty and very clean."
You can rest there first; it's more comfortable than the lounge.
After she finished speaking, she seemed to realize that the suggestion might be too personal, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her eyes darted away.
Fu Yibai looked up at Liu Yan.
She stood there, her eyes not filled with the probing of feigned indifference, but rather with a genuine anxiety about being rejected, and an almost desperate courage.
He was indeed exhausted. Going back to Fan Binbin was both a comfort and a drain.
At this moment, he needs a space where he can completely relax and rest undisturbed.
Liu Yan's suggestion is impeccable from a practical point of view.
From a personal perspective...
Looking at her slightly flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, Fu Yibai understood.
This isn't the first time a woman has taken the initiative to approach him, and it won't be the last.
Liu Yan is intelligent, sensible, and has an outstanding appearance; she also knows how to behave appropriately.
As a personal assistant, her performance over the past two weeks has been impeccable.
If she wants to take things further, he won't refuse.
As long as she understands her position and it doesn't affect her work.
Is it convenient?
Fu Yibai spoke, his tone calm and devoid of emotion.
Liu Yan's eyes lit up, and she nodded quickly.
"It's convenient!"
The second bedroom has been empty, the bedding is all new, and the bathroom has brand new toiletries.
It's only a 15-minute drive from the company, let's go to the airport together tomorrow morning.
Fu Yibai glanced at his watch; it was 11:10.
"Then I'll take my leave."
He closed the last document, stood up, and swayed almost imperceptibly from sitting for so long and from exhaustion.
Liu Yan subconsciously reached out to help, but stopped in mid-air, and finally just said softly.
"Let me help you with your bag."
Fu Yibai did not refuse, and packed the laptop and several important documents into a briefcase, handing it to Liu Yan.
The two walked out of the conference room one after the other. Liu Yan turned off the lights and locked the door, her movements swift and efficient.
As the elevator descended to the underground parking garage, she opened the passenger door for Fu Yibai and waited for him to settle in before going around to the driver's seat.
The car smoothly drove out of the underground parking garage and merged into the sparse traffic of the late night.
"If you're tired, you can take a nap. I'll wake you up when we get there."
Liu Yan focused intently on the road ahead, her voice soft.
"fine."
Fu Yibai leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.
Liu Yan glanced at him out of the corner of her eye; her heart was still pounding.
She knew what her invitation meant.
A lone man and a lone woman returning home late at night, and their relationship is that of a boss and his subordinate.
This is almost like extending an olive branch, or even, in a way, a hint.
But she doesn't regret it.
Over the past two weeks, she has witnessed firsthand how this man strategizes, how he makes calm and decisive decisions at the conference table, and how he displays rare vulnerability due to exhaustion.
That contrast between strength and occasional vulnerability drew her in like a magnet.
The initial admiration for a profession has long since fermented into a more personal and ardent emotion.
She wanted to be close to him, not just as an assistant, but as a woman, to provide him with a safe haven when he was tired.
Even if it's only for a short time, even if there's no official status.
Liu Yan parked the car and led Fu Yibai up to the third floor.
The house is small, about 80 square meters, with two bedrooms and a living room, and is decorated in a warm and tidy manner.
Beige sofa, natural wood furniture, and several potted plants on the balcony.
The air was filled with a faint, feminine fragrance.
"Mr. Fu, please have a seat. I'll go and prepare a bath for you."
Liu Yan placed Fu Yibai's briefcase on the coffee table in the living room and quickly walked into the bathroom of the second bedroom.
Fu Yibai sat down on the sofa, his gaze casually sweeping across the room.
Besides a few professional books, the bookshelves in the living room are mostly filled with movies and literature, as well as a few fashion magazines.
A few simple decorative paintings hung on the wall, and the room was bright and clean.
It's the home of a girl who knows how to enjoy life and is willing to make the most of it.
Soon, Liu Yan came out, carrying a large women's nightgown and an unopened towel.
"Because we weren't prepared..."
These pajamas are brand new; I haven't worn them yet.
If Mr. Fu doesn't mind..."
Liu Yan's voice grew softer and softer, and the blush on her cheeks spread to her ears.
She held the soft pajamas in her hands, standing under the warm yellow light of the living room, her eyes somewhat evasive.
Fu Yibai looked at the pajamas in her hand—light beige, cotton, and loose enough to be worn, but clearly a women's style.
"No need to trouble yourself."
He stood up, his voice unusually clear in the quiet living room.
"I'll just wear my own shirt."
Liu Yan's eyes dimmed slightly, but she still nodded and placed her pajamas on the sofa.
"Well... the bathroom is over there, the hot water is already running."
The toiletries are all new and are in the cabinet to the left of the sink.
Please take a shower first.
After washing away his fatigue, Fu Yibai dried himself off and walked out of the bathroom. Only a floor lamp was left on in the living room, casting a dim and soft light.
Liu Yan was not in the living room.
The door to the second bedroom was ajar, and warm light shone from inside.
Fu Yibai walked over and pushed open the slightly ajar door.
The second bedroom is small, but it is decorated simply and warmly.
A double bed was covered with light blue sheets, the comforter was fluffy, and the pillows were full.
There was a glass of water on the bedside table.
On the small desk by the window, there was even a small pot of pothos, its leaves glistening with an oily sheen under the light.
Liu Yan was facing away from the door, bending slightly to carefully tuck the corner of the quilt in.
She changed out of her business suit and into a light pink cotton loungewear set. The top was slightly short, revealing a slender and supple waist when she bent over. From the side and back, two beautiful mounds could be vaguely seen.
Her long hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, the ends still slightly damp, indicating that she had just taken a shower.
Hearing the door open, she straightened up and turned around, a natural smile on her face, but her eyes flickered slightly.
"Mr. Fu, are you done washing up?"
The bed is made. Is there anything else you need?
"fine thanks."
Fu Yibai entered the room, the air filled with the clean scent of soapberries, mixed with a faint, unique fragrance emanating from the girl.
"You should get some rest too."
His tone was calm, as if he were truly just a guest staying overnight.
Liu Yan nodded, but did not leave immediately.
She stood by the door, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her loungewear. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to start.
Under the lamplight, her plain face lacked the sharp and capable look of the daytime, and instead showed a softer, more domestic side.
Her skin, freshly bathed, had a faint pinkish hue, and her eyes were moist, like a newborn fawn in the forest, filled with a clear, uneasy wonder.
Fu Yibai looked at her, without urging her, and just waited quietly.
"Mr. Fu..."
Liu Yan finally spoke, her voice very soft, almost drowned out by the silence of the night.
"Would you like me to give you a massage to relax?"