A conference room in the Dingchi building.
The shareholders' meeting was still in progress. Lu Ye sat at the head of the table, his expression dark, his whole demeanor warning everyone to keep away.
Zhan Ying quietly pushed the door open and hurried over.
"Sir, your husband's on the phone."
Lu Ye immediately stood, took the phone, and walked out.
Once he was gone, the shareholders' terrified expressions all relaxed.
"What's wrong with President Lu today? He looks sexually frustrated."
"I heard his husband's away on business. There's no one to keep him in check, so we'd all better be careful."
"When's his husband coming back?"
"No idea. We'll find a chance to ask Assistant Qin later."
"Oh, please let him come back soon. These old bones of mine can't take scares like this every other day."
Lu Ye acted as though he hadn't heard their discussion. He reached the corridor in a few strides, and his stern expression immediately turned woeful.
"Babe~ When are you coming home?"
"...I only just got here."
"An artist from your company's starting filming. What do they need you there for?"
"Tsk, I'm here to lend some prestige. He's a major international director; we can't neglect him. Oh, right, go to the kindergarten. The teacher called me."
Lu Ye frowned.
"Did that little brat get into trouble again?"
"I don't know. Go take a look. The teacher just called."
"All right, I'll go now. Come home soon, babe."
"Okay, okay. I'll be back tomorrow."
"Okay~ Love you, babe."
"Ahem. So cheesy."
"Say you love me too."
"Mm, I love you too."
"Love who?"
"You, honey."
"Hehe. I'm off to the kindergarten."
After hanging up, the warmth vanished from Lu Ye's face, and he strode toward the elevator.
Half an hour later, an electric-blue supercar