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To be honest, Le Ya’s reaction was entirely instinctive.

After all these years, her temper had grown quite a bit, and she wasn’t as soft-spoken as before. On top of that, Chen Yang had just tried to take things too far.

Chen Yang opened his mouth and let out an “Eh.”

Le Ya still felt a little guilty, afraid that she might come off as weak, so she decided to seize the initiative: “Who told you to bite me earlier?”

She covered her mouth, fearing that Chen Yang might do something again, so her words weren’t particularly clear.

Chen Yang ruffled her hair, understood what she said, and remarked meaningfully, “You’ve become fiercer.”

Le Ya blinked.

After a moment, she finally lowered her hand. “Lift your head up. Let me see if my bite left a serious mark.”

Chen Yang raised his chin slightly.

Her soft, boneless hands cupped his chin, delicate and fragrant. As Le Ya leaned closer, he could even see the fine hairs on her face.

Her eyelashes fluttered faintly like a heartbeat.

Le Ya carefully examined it. Even though she hadn’t bitten down hard, there was still a faint mark. She wondered if it would fade soon.

In a low voice, she said, “I didn’t mean to bite that hard.”

How could she not react when he had been licking her neck earlier? She wasn’t used to it, and not kicking him away was already generous of her.

Chen Yang said, “It’s fine.”

He ran his finger over the bitten spot, still recalling the sensation of teeth grazing it, along with the wet warmth of his tongue pressed against his chin.

Chen Yang felt a growing heat.

Le Ya couldn’t have been more aware of it.

She quickly realized what was happening, and her ears turned red almost instantly. Her entire body felt feverish, burning intensely.

Le Ya was no longer the child she used to be.

Still sitting on the table, trapped in this position, she couldn’t help but nudge his leg with her toes. “Move aside, I need to get down.”

It was summer, and Le Ya was wearing a knee-length dress, her calves exposed. Through the thin layer of his pants, Chen Yang could feel it clearly.

He sighed.

Chen Yang lifted her down from the table, not forgetting to tease, “Starting a fire and refusing to put it out—such an ungrateful little thing.”

Le Ya glared at him, the corners of her eyes tinged with red.

Growing up, she unknowingly exuded a flirtatious charm.

Le Ya quickly changed the subject. “I’ve seen the company, we’ve eaten, I should go home now.”

Chen Yang nodded. “Mm.”

They had been out for so long; Le Yi Jian must be suspicious by now. He couldn’t afford to do anything that would upset him at this critical time.

They went straight down the elevator, encountering no one along the way.

When they reached the lobby, the receptionist was still there. Seeing the two of them coming down, her gaze immediately flickered over.

Unexpectedly, she saw something—this fiancée’s cheeks were flushed. Could it be that Mr. Chen had secretly done something?

The receptionist’s mind instantly conjured up an 18+ office drama scene.

This time, while fastening his seatbelt, Chen Yang didn’t tease Le Ya. It was nearly ten o’clock, and the night view outside was beautiful.

Chen Yang remained silent throughout the ride.

Le Ya had spent several years abroad and had seen everything she needed to see.

Her roommates were quite open-minded in private, though they were considerate of her. Still, she occasionally stumbled upon things.

Once, Le Ya walked in on a roommate using a toy. She had returned to grab some clothes, heard sounds from inside, and out of curiosity, entered—only to discover a whole new world.

Though her roommate kept recommending it to her, Le Ya refused to try it herself.

But because of this, her roommate educated her on various topics and even played short videos in front of everyone later.

At the time, Le Ya didn’t dare watch, only listened to the sounds, which made her blush uncontrollably. She heard all sorts of noises.

She stole a glance at Chen Yang.

Did he seem fine now?

Just as she withdrew her gaze, she suddenly heard Chen Yang’s voice: “If you want to look, just look. Why sneak peeks?”

Le Ya denied it. “I wasn’t.”

Chen Yang didn’t press further. “If you say you weren’t, then you weren’t.”

Feeling guilty, Le Ya sat up straight, firmly adhering to her own words and avoiding looking at him.

Not long after, they arrived at their destination.

The newly purchased villa looked stunning. At night, it resembled a castle, the main attraction of the neighborhood. All units were sold out before the official launch.

Le Yi Jian had set his sights on the best-positioned one early on.

Upon arriving downstairs, Le Ya noticed the lights on the second floor were on. She said, “I’ll get off here. I can go up by myself.”

Chen Yang glanced inside but said nothing.

He waited until she reached the front door. Le Ya was worried that Le Yi Jian might suddenly appear and give him a beating, so she got out of the car nervously.

Just as she was about to leave, Chen Yang suddenly called out, “Le Ya.”

Hearing this, Le Ya instinctively turned back. The bouquet of roses that had been sitting in the car was now in his arms.

Chen Yang softly said, “See you tomorrow.”

Half of Le Ya’s face was hidden behind the roses, revealing crescent-shaped eyes as she replied, “Goodnight.”

With a cheerful mood, she opened the door.

Aunt Zhang heard the commotion and came over. Seeing the flowers in her arms, she smiled and said, “Someone sent Miss flowers.”

Le Ya hummed in acknowledgment.

She politely declined Aunt Zhang’s offer to take them, saying, “I’ll find a vase and arrange them myself in a bit.”

A cold snort came from inside.

Le Ya’s heart sank. Looking up, she saw Le Yi Jian emerging, his gaze fixed sharply on the flowers.

She quickly hid them behind her back.

Le Yi Jian’s lips twitched stiffly as he mocked, “Such a big bouquet—you think hiding it will work? Do you think I’m blind?”

Le Ya pursed her lips and smiled faintly.

She placed the flowers aside and went up to link her arm with his, cooing sweetly, “Dad, don’t be mad.”

Le Yi Jian said, “I’m not mad.”

Le Ya pointed at the corner of his mouth, exposing his lie. “You were just like this a moment ago—clearly, you’re angry. Someone sending me flowers means I’m popular.”

His mood had just started to improve, but hearing this, it plummeted again. “It’d be better if someone else had sent them.”

Le Ya let out a soft sigh.

She took out a finely wrapped box from her bag and handed it to Le Yi Jian. “I picked this for you.”

Le Yi Jian opened it to find a fountain pen inside.

For someone in his position, a good pen was indeed necessary. Most importantly, it was a gift from his daughter.

Le Yi Jian’s lips immediately curved upward, his mood soaring. Pretending to be nonchalant, he said, “Go get ready for dinner.”

Le Ya obediently responded and hurried upstairs with the flowers.

In reality, this fountain pen was something Chen Yang had helped her pick out. She didn’t understand the series herself, but mentioning Chen Yang’s name would have made it impossible to give the gift.

It was better to leave it unsaid.

Le Yi Jian hadn’t even watched MOON’s press conference. He couldn’t be bothered—it wasn’t like he understood gaming anyway. Watching people irritated him.

At any rate, all the necessary news coverage was there.

That night, after Le Ya finished washing up, she lay in bed and suddenly remembered that she hadn’t arranged the flowers yet. She quickly ran downstairs.

The door was open, and Aunt Zhang seemed to be talking to someone outside.

Le Ya glanced over, found a vase, and just as she finished, Aunt Zhang returned. Curious, Le Ya asked, “Who was that?”

Dressed in a nightgown, she looked like a beauty under the lamplight.

Aunt Zhang quickly plastered on a smile before turning around and replying, “They probably got the wrong house. They were drunk.”

Le Ya nodded.

When she returned to her room, she realized something felt off. Pulling back the curtains to look outside, she saw nothing unusual.

Le Ya didn’t dwell on it. She placed the roses in the vase, took a picture, and posted it on her Weibo.

It wasn’t long before hundreds of comments poured in.

“Wow, such a big bouquet! Little Crescent Moon must be feeling romantic today. When are you announcing your marriage?”

“Does this mean you’re back in the country?”

“Single dogs envy you openly. Every time it’s such a huge bouquet—do you think we can’t afford flowers or something?”

“I want to raise a little boyfriend too. If I go back to high school now, will it still be in time to find someone dear?”

“...”

The comments were varied, but over the years, people had picked up bits and pieces about Le Ya and Chen Yang’s story, though they didn’t know their names or identities.

But for them, a relationship that started in high school and continued after graduation was the ideal kind of love.

Le Ya replied to a few comments.

She had a lot on her plate that day, so she soon put her phone down and fell asleep, only to have a strange dream.

When she woke up the next morning, Le Ya still felt groggy.

Last night, she dreamed that Chen Yang held a grudge for being bitten and insisted on biting her back. When she refused, he chased her.

Later, Chen Yang turned into a woodpecker and pecked countless bite marks onto her body, scaring her into tears from start to finish.

Le Ya nearly died of fright when she woke up.

Instinctively, she sent a message accusing Chen Yang. When he saw the message, he was completely baffled and asked for clarification but received no response.

He felt utterly wronged.

Although most companies didn’t have to work, MOON was still very busy because being busy meant wages, and wages meant money.

Though MOON was still a relatively new company in the domestic market and hadn’t gone public yet, it offered excellent benefits and was practically the dream workplace for programmers. The company also had high standards.

The original founding members had worked with Chen Yang from the start, initially just hoping to create a game.

They never expected to end up becoming industry giants.

Now, every time they went home, their families addressed them as President Li or President Zhang. Even they themselves were still getting used to it.

Their partners had soared, so they had to soar along with them.

Liang Qian and Xie Qingyu were now living together. Since Le Ya’s return, Xie Qingyu’s mood had been great, and with his improved mood came better treatment for everyone else.

So, even when heading to work in the morning, he was all smiles.

After returning to the country, Le Ya had essentially decided to stay permanently, meaning Xie Qingyu would likely remain in a good mood indefinitely.

Liang Qian was lost in sweet thoughts.

Everyone in the company knew that he and Chen Yang were classmates. When he greeted the receptionist, the receptionist girl whispered, “President Liang, did you see President Chen earlier?”

Liang Qian replied, “No, why? What’s going on?”

The receptionist quickly shook her head and refused to say anything, no matter how much he pressed.

Liang Qian was left utterly confused, wondering if something had happened.

It felt like back in school when someone wore their shirt inside out, and classmates wanted to warn them but were too shy to do so.

Could it be that Chen Yang had worn his clothes inside out?

With this odd thought in mind, Liang Qian entered the elevator, where he coincidentally bumped into Zhao Mingri rushing in. The two locked eyes.

Zhao Mingri asked, “Did you see Brother Yang?”

Liang Qian replied, “Why are you asking me the same question as Xiao Li at the front desk?”

“She asked me first,” Zhao Mingri straightened his clothes. “It feels like something big happened.”

Liang Qian said, “I don’t know.”

Zhao Mingri speculated, “Could it be that something went wrong after yesterday’s game launch, and Brother Yang is furious?”

This had happened before.

Liang Qian hesitated. “Do you really think so?”

Hearing this, both of them felt uneasy.

This game was created with the goal of going public, and during its initial conception, there had even been plans for esports integration. It was the culmination of the entire company’s efforts.

If it failed, it wouldn’t just be Chen Yang who’d be angry—they’d all lose their tempers.

Liang Qian and Zhao Mingri nervously made their way upstairs. As they passed by the employees’ area, they noticed the atmosphere was unusually tense, with everyone furiously typing away on their keyboards.

Both men felt a pang of unease.

Unbeknownst to them, the employees were gossiping in the group chat: “I went to the pantry when President Chen arrived earlier—I swear I didn’t see it!”

“No pictures, no evidence! I don’t believe it!”

“Our President Chen is clearly a respectable man. How could he have done something like that? You guys better not spread rumors.”

“If you don’t believe me, fine. I saw it with my own eyes.”

“Let me tell you, it was definitely a girl who bit him. I saw the florist deliver flowers to President Chen yesterday, hahaha.”

Almost the moment Chen Yang stepped into the company, news of the faint bite mark on his chin had spread like wildfire.

Like a tornado, it swept through everyone.

In the office, the secretary sneakily stole a few glances, thinking to himself that what was being said in the group chat was actually true—it was terrifying.

It was the first time he’d seen something like this.

After Chen Yang finished signing documents, the secretary bolted out of the office like lightning and immediately sent a firsthand update: “I saw it!”

Chen Yang set down his pen and glanced at his phone screen.

The bite mark had faded quite a bit, but he could still feel the sensation of it when he touched his chin. He chuckled softly.

If this had been winter, he might’ve caught a cold today.

Just as he was thinking this, there was a knock at the door.

Liang Qian and Zhao Mingri squeezed into the office. One was worried about an impending explosion of anger, while the other was still thinking about reminding him that his clothes might be inside out.

“Brother Yang!”

Chen Yang set down his phone and looked up. “What is it?”

Liang Qian quickly moved closer to the desk and carefully examined Chen Yang’s clothing. There were no signs of anything being worn incorrectly.

Then his gaze shifted to Chen Yang’s face—nothing seemed abnormal.

Liang Qian continued scrutinizing him until he suddenly noticed something amiss. His eyes fixed on Chen Yang’s chin—what was that faint red mark?

Zhao Mingri blurted out, “Brother Yang, did a bug bite you?”

Chen Yang retorted, “What?”

Zhao Mingri pointed to his chin.

Only after saying this did he realize the mark didn’t look like a bug bite—it resembled more of a teeth imprint.

Both Liang Qian and Zhao Mingri awkwardly laughed sheepishly.

Chen Yang shot them a glance.

Seeing him look over, Liang Qian grew nervous and teased, “Looks like... last night’s battle was pretty intense.”