Han Yaxin stayed at Gu Nanxi's place until after work, stubbornly insisting on going to his home, acting coquettish and pathetic until Gu Nanxi finally agreed.
In the evening, the snow outside had stopped. Han Yaxin walked arm in arm with Gu Nanxi from the office to the elevator. Now, rumors at the company were running wild, saying Han Yaxin was President Gu's girlfriend.
Driving back home, Gu Nanxi took off his overcoat and casually tossed it onto the sofa, raising his hand to loosen his tie: "Didn't you say you'd cook dinner? There's everything in the fridge, feel free."
"Then you can rest for a while, I'll go prepare it now."
With carefully applied makeup, Han Yaxin's lips smiled alluringly. To perform well tonight, she had spent all of last night learning to cook.
Gu Nanxi didn't say anything more, he leaned over, picked up the remote on the coffee table, and started watching TV.
