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Shen Yanshi put down his chopsticks: "Was this meal made for me, or for Xia Zehua?"

"Of course, it's for you."

"So, after this meal, it wouldn't matter if I just blacklist Xia Zehua, right?"

Xiang-Nuan: "..."

She chuckled awkwardly and served Shen Yanshi another piece of spare rib: "President Shen, with the myriad of affairs you manage daily, you're not someone who would trouble others over such trivial matters, are you?"

"How do you know I'm not?"

"The fans mean no harm; they're not targeting you. They're just upset and disappointed that their wishes didn't come true. They need to vent and might curse a bit, but there are still many online who praise your good looks."

Shen Yanshi's dark eyes showed no emotion, and Xiang-Nuan could only silently continue serving him spare ribs, though her tone gradually became a bit defiant, muttering softly:

"If it weren't for your late-night whim that led to my moving being photographed, none of this would have happened."

Shen Yanshi looked at the small mountain of spare ribs piled in his bowl, unsure whether she was trying to please him or secretly plotting to stuff him as revenge.

Xiang-Nuan looked at him earnestly: "Why aren't you eating? Didn't you say it tastes quite good?"

Somehow, whenever she looked at him with those eyes, he found it hard to refuse her, with that eager, puppy-like gaze.

Even though he didn't even like dogs.

Shen Yanshi picked up his chopsticks and continued eating the spare ribs.

Xiang-Nuan breathed a sigh of relief; the spare ribs were indeed useful. He just loved eating spare ribs.

Every time after eating spare ribs, he would no longer be angry.

After finishing the meal, while he was still in a good mood, she tentatively asked: "You won't really do anything to Xia Zehua, will you?"

Shen Yanshi took a sip of water and looked at her with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"Do you care about him that much?"

"We're just friends. He helped me out this time, or else the issue wouldn't have been resolved so quickly. I just don't want him to get involved in trouble because of me." Xiang-Nuan spoke sincerely.

Shen Yanshi raised his hand, his fingertips brushing across her brows and eyes: "You've indeed grown a lot."

Even he could hardly tell if she was lying to him.

She said so sincerely and openly that they were just friends, yet the way she looked at him was clearly more than that.

Xiang-Nuan didn't like the way he scrutinized her, as if she had nowhere to hide in front of him. She tried to move away, but he gripped her waist and pulled her back.

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His hand rested on her waist, and as she moved, her loose knitted sweater rolled up, his hand touching the soft skin of her waist, ready to slip in with the slightest movement.

It had been a long time since he touched her, and the delicate skin under his palm was like a spark igniting a prairie fire, yet he refrained from moving.

"Xiang-Nuan, when asking for a favor, one should have the right attitude."

She gritted her teeth inwardly; this living god, born with a Golden Spoon, was always aloof, always proud, never bowing his head. He would use every means to make you submit.

That was what she hated most about him.

She pursed her lips and took the initiative to kiss him, her soft lips pressing against his, her slender fingers drawing circles on his chest, deliberately enticing him.

His Adam's apple bobbed, his breathing becoming uncontrollably heavier.

But suddenly, she let go of him: "I haven't finished memorizing my script yet. I have to join the set tomorrow, so I won't keep you company tonight."

She got up to leave but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

She looked at him innocently: "What's wrong?"

He ground his molars: "You're quite something."

With a forceful tug on her wrist, he pulled her into his embrace, sitting her on his lap.

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Her innocent eyes hid a triumphant slyness: "President Shen, aren't you going to wait for me to ask you?"