CHAPTER 439: CHAPTER 439: NO MORE MESSING AROUND, WIFE

The midday sun, soft and gentle, poured through the floor-to-ceiling window into the secretary’s office.

Shen Cheng felt a bit sleepy and leaned on the desk, squinting her eyes, and unknowingly fell asleep.

It was only when Shi Yu finished his work and picked up his cup that he realized the coffee had gone cold.

Instinctively, he turned his head and saw Shen Cheng leaning on the desk, her long hair tied up high fluttering in the breeze, quietly closing her eyes, so beautiful that it was unbearable to disturb her.

He casually put the cup down, got up, and walked into the secretary’s office with strides, making no sound at all.

Looking at the sleeping figure, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, he unbuttoned and took off his suit jacket to drape it over Shen Cheng.

His movements were obviously gentle, but Shen Cheng was too sensitive, the moment the jacket was draped over her, she woke up.

She opened her groggy eyes, slightly tilting her head back, with a lazy expression on her face.

"What are you doing."

Not having woken up naturally, Shen Cheng felt a little irritated.

She’s the only one who would dare to be temperamental when she’s being pampered by Shi Yu.

"Nothing." Shi Yu’s face was somber, his voice so cold it seemed it could freeze the air around him: "Shen Chengzi, do you know that sleeping like this can easily cause a cold?"

"I don’t know!"

Shen Cheng sat up straight, about to take off her clothes, when he suddenly stretched out his hand and drew both sides of the garment close.

Shen Cheng moved her shoulders in silent resistance.

But Shi Yu insisted, clenching tightly, wrapping the clothes around her body.

"If you feel sleepy again, just go home and sleep. I don’t want my woman to suffer even a bit."

Shi Yu said this while frowning tightly, as if dealing with a very troublesome issue.

Shen Cheng couldn’t be bothered with him.

"Remember that, huh?"

Shen Cheng still did not speak, showing an ’I just don’t want to bother with you, come and hit me’ attitude.

Shi Yu reached out to pinch her chin, forcing her to look at him.

But Shen Cheng’s eyes were always looking in another direction, refusing to look at him.

The hand pinching her chin tightened slightly, his eyes emitting a dangerous aura: "You’ve made a mistake, and you still dare to be temperamental?"

Hearing this, Shen Cheng huffed lightly, finally reacting, "I just like to be temperamental!"

She’s pregnant, she’s the most important, what can he do?

Shi Yu pulled her up in one swift motion, sat down himself, then reached out and drew her into his arms.

Shen Cheng was completely uncooperative, remaining rigid in her posture.

Shi Yu squinted his eyes and drew her into his embrace again, then Shen Cheng found herself sitting on his lap.

"You’re not allowed to act recklessly anymore." His domineering tone lingered in Shen Cheng’s ear, turning tender all of a sudden: "Wife."

This address of ’wife’ immediately softened Shen Cheng’s heart...

With a frown, she spoke: "I didn’t act recklessly."

"Still denying it." Shi Yu lowered his voice, bowed his head, and captured her earlobe with his lips, transmitting a tender touch between them.

Shi Yu hugged her tightly, as if worried she would catch cold, using his own body heat to keep her warm.

His deep eyes filled with doting, at this moment, he just wanted to meld her into his bones.

He closed his eyes, rubbing his chin against Shen Cheng’s neck.

The rare stubble, grazing on her neck, felt quite special.

The two sat quietly for a while, and suddenly, Shen Cheng, remembering something, couldn’t help but try to get up, "I’ll go make you a fresh cup of coffee."

"Don’t go, I’m not drinking it." Still a domineering tone.