CHAPTER 444: CHAPTER 444: WHAT IF YOU SPOIL ME ROTTEN?

He carried Shen Cheng out of the elevator, merely glancing around swiftly, and his smile vanished in an instant.

He smiled as if he would always do so for only one woman.

And that was Shen Cheng.

His gaze suddenly turned icy, making all the staff present feel as if the smile they saw was merely an illusion!

He exuded the aura of a proud sovereign, an intimidating fierceness emanating from his entire being.

Nobody dared to stare openly at the pair, so the moment Shi Yu carried Shen Cheng out of the elevator, everyone almost instinctively bowed their heads and silently walked away...

"Can’t you be more low-key?"

Because she was being carried, Shen Cheng had no choice but to wrap her arms around Shi Yu’s neck again.

This gesture appeared ambiguous to any onlooker.

"No."

His thin lips moved slightly, uttering two words.

Knowing his temperament, Shen Cheng couldn’t be bothered to say more and leaned against his chest, closing her eyes.

Shi Yu carried her back to the office, gently placed her on the sofa, and then made a call to his private doctor.

Within half an hour, the private doctor arrived.

"Check her foot injury."

Shi Yu sat at the other end of the sofa, eyeing Shen Cheng’s somewhat reddened ankle, his deep eyes filled with a touch of iciness.

Clearly somewhat angry, yet he was restraining himself from erupting.

Shen Cheng slightly furrowed her brows, "It’s just a sprain, it’s fine."

At her words, Shi Yu’s gaze turned even colder, "It’s red and you’re saying it’s fine?" Glancing at the private doctor, he ordered, "Examine her."

The private doctor immediately approached and carefully examined Shen Cheng.

The result of the examination was a slight ligament injury, which meant no need for medication, but she had to rest in bed for at least a week.

The private doctor gave many instructions and, after receiving Shi Yu’s consent, left the company.

In the vast office, only the two of them remained.

Shen Cheng was half-reclining on the sofa, her leg bent back slightly, rubbing her ankle.

"Don’t move around."

Shi Yu sat next to her, lifted her injured leg onto his, and began gently massaging the area.

His expression was stern, his eyes dark and brooding, yet his touch was filled with tenderness.

Shen Cheng quietly watched him, not uttering a word.

"Does it hurt?"

Shi Yu glanced sideways at her, his voice still somewhat indifferent.

Shen Cheng shook her head, "It doesn’t hurt."

Shi Yu emitted a cold hum, and as if something crossed his mind, his movements suddenly paused, "Who asked you to deliver the documents just now?"

Shen Cheng continued shaking her head, "Don’t know."

"You don’t know yet you still went."

"The documents you needed, how could I not deliver them?"

"You are my woman, your task is to learn how to be my woman. My woman is pampered, not a runner!"

The dominant tone still carried an undercurrent of barely suppressed fury.

Shen Cheng fell silent for a second, then spoke, "What if I become spoiled by you?"

Shi Yu narrowed his eyes, his hands lightening their pressure, "No matter how spoiled you become, I’ll indulge and pamper you."

"Others will say you’re not principled."

"Who dares?"

"..."

So domineering, so assertive, so dangerous—of course, no one dared!

Before Shen Cheng could speak, Shi Yu continued, "Rest for a while, and I’ll take you back."

"It’s not yet time to leave work, I don’t want to go back."

"You must go back."

"I don’t..."

"You don’t have the right to refuse."

"I still don’t want to..."

"Say that again, and I’ll give you a year off."

"Overbearing!"