After Zhuang Nainai and Si Zhengting walked out of the conference room, Si Zhengting started doling out instructions to Ji Chen, who was walking behind him. “Send someone to keep a close eye on her and to keep tabs on all means of communication that she uses. This time, we have to get to the bottom of her background!”

 Ji Chen lowered his head. “Understood, Sir.”

 Ji Chen left quickly to make the necessary arrangements. Zhuang Nainai kept walking together with Si Zhengting. While they were walking, Si Zhengting turned around, his soft gaze directed at Zhuang Nainai.

When they reached Zhuang Nainai’s office, he helped her to lie on the sofa. Then, he sat next to her and started massaging her legs. “Are you tired?”

 Zhuang Nainai looked at him absent-mindedly.

 She thought back to how he had been cold and detached back then in high school, at how he had glared at her angrily when they met for the first time since high school five years later.

 Zhuang Nainai had never thought that the man that she so deeply loved would become so warm and gentle.

 Was their ill-fated love finally developing on the right track after such a long period of time?

 Zhuang Nainai blissfully smiled at Si Zhengting, then shook her head. “I’m not.”

 Si Zhengting’s hands didn’t falter. He had gone out of his way to learn how to massage her from the family doctor as he knew that the later she was into the pregnancy, the more intense the pressure on Zhuang Nainai’s legs would be. They would thus be more likely to swell up.

 Si Zhengting brought over some food for her. Zhuang Nainai finished the food just as Si Zhengting was done with the massage.

 Si Zhengting checked the time. It was already five in the afternoon. There was still an hour until the end of the working day. He thought for a moment, then asked gently, “What do you want to eat for dinner?”

 Zhuang Nainai thought carefully for a moment, then suddenly turned and bit her lip, giggling as she looked at him. There was a sly look in her eyes.

 Si Zhengting arched an eyebrow. She licked her lips. “I want to eat… you.”

 Si Zhengting’s black eyes grew darker at this. As she was pregnant, her complexion was excellent. It was as if her face was a freshly-peeled lychee, enticing one to take a bite.

Zhuang Nainai felt the sudden change in the atmosphere and was shocked. She hurriedly waved her hands in the air. “I was joking!”

 Si Zhengting held her shoulders. “I wasn’t.”

 Zhuang Nainai was speechless.

Zhuang Nainai stared at him, then suddenly pressed her lips together and smiled. “I suddenly remember seeing a phrase on the Internet, the ‘hidden romantic.’ It definitely fits you.”

Without batting an eyelid, Si Zhengting hummed an agreement, then gave her body a once over.

 Zhuang Nainai felt bewildered by his antics. “What are you doing?”

 Si Zhengting smiled. “Then what are you?”

 Zhuang Nainai lifted her head. “Tell me, what am I?”

 “Not a romantic,” Si Zhengting replied.

 Zhuang Nainai smiled immediately, then Si Zhengting leaned closer and whispered in her ear, “You’re a passionate romantic from head to toe.”

 Zhuang Nainai was speechless with shock. Had he seen that dirty joke?!

She had always been eloquent, but after hearing such a suggestive joke, she couldn’t utter a single word!

 Her entire face turned red. She pointed at Si Zhengting. “You, you, you…” After stuttering for a moment, she still couldn’t string a coherent sentence together!

 And after seeing her in this state, Si Zhengting couldn’t help but lower his head and start to laugh.

 As he laughed, Zhuang Nainai felt his chest vibrating. She lifted her head slowly, still in the warmth of his embrace. She saw the corners of his lips lifted in his laughter, and she was stunned by this sight. So, was Si Zhengting actually laughing?