Sure enough, the next morning, Su Pu overslept.
Groggy, he glanced at the clock and silently panicked.
Why did the early shift have to follow a hangover?!
“Eu Yang, you’re dead meat!!!”
The first order of the morning came from the penthouse office.
The barista handed the order to Su Pu. “Xiao Su, this one’s yours!”
Su Pu smiled—but for the first time, didn’t want to take it.
Who could understand? Waking up to find his flower sword at the side of the bed…
Fragments of last night flooded his mind. He vaguely remembered taking the sword to confront his husband…
And even forcing his husband’s pajamas off to wear himself… heroic, indeed…
Wait—had he really been that wild when drunk?
Last time, it was a fight; this time, pajama stripping—utterly mischievous…
To top it off, Uncle Wang had said he’d test his drinking this weekend…
He had zero tolerance!
Bad habits aside, what good was drinking ability anyway?
Su Pu’s sanity collapsed again.
Finally, what should have taken a minute to prepare—the coffee—took him half an hour, and he trudged up to the penthouse slowly.
Carrying the coffee, he hesitated.
When he saw Li Jichuan, should he pretend to have forgotten everything?
What if he blushed so hard he exploded?
Lost in thought, a shadow blocked his path.
“Just give me the coffee,” Su Hui said, arrogance in his eyes, standing outside Li Jichuan’s office. “From now on, hand all coffee to me. Li Jichuan’s busy; he doesn’t have time for you…”
Su Pu froze.
Not even allowed to deliver coffee anymore?
Wasn’t this between him and Li Jichuan? Why was Su Hui intervening…
Ah, right—Su Hui was now an intern. Coffee delivery was his responsibility.
Still… frustrating.
Frustrating, frustrating, frustrating!
Su Pu clutched the delivery bag, planning to push through.
“You’re insane!”
Su Hui shoved him aside, almost spilling the coffee.
“Come on, even if Li Jichuan is your husband, this is an office! Don’t mix personal and professional, or you’ll delay Li Jichuan’s work!”
While Su Pu hesitated, Su Hui snatched the bag and sent him off.
Truly troublesome…
Li Jichuan, discussing work with Anderson, heard the office door open. Glancing at the time, a smile spread across his lips—only to vanish when he saw who had come.
“Li Jichuan, I brought you coffee—and a treat! Strawberry Napoleon!”
Su Hui carried a tray, reeking of perfume—same scent as Li Jichuan’s, but overwhelming.
He set it down, holding the tray, smiling brightly at Li Jichuan, seeking praise.
“You told me to order coffee, but I got your favorite dessert too. I’m amazing, right?”
Li Jichuan continued to glance toward the door.
“Where’s Su Pu?”
Su Hui’s smile faltered. “S-Su Pu… he left the coffee at the front desk… probably busy with other guests?”
“Is that so,” Li Jichuan murmured. “Makes sense, he’s usually busy at this time.”
After finishing the delivery, Su Hui lingered, pretending to tidy Li Jichuan’s desk and arranging the flowers he had brought that morning.
Such bright blooms, a renowned florist’s work—didn’t deserve even a single word of praise?
Yet Li Jichuan, ever unromantic, frowned.
“Anything else?”
“No…” Su Hui stepped back, sulking. “If you need anything, just call me.”
Li Jichuan ignored him, returning to the discussion with Anderson.
The door closed behind him.
Anderson teased, “Another one? Your romantic luck is impressive!”
Li Jichuan rubbed his forehead. “Don’t mention it—my aunt planted that spy.”
“Young and impatient, can’t handle it… always has to be explicitly rejected before behaving…”
Since joining Li Corporation, Li Jichuan had grown accustomed to such scheming approaches.
Like clockwork, someone like this would appear periodically.
Facing them honed his discernment—Su Hui wasn’t the first with such tricks.
“Ever since he arrived, I can’t find Xiao Pu anywhere…”
Li Jichuan sipped coffee, troubled.
Anderson, long used to this obsession, sometimes wished he could drag Su Pu downstairs and hand him over.
“This fool likes you! If you don’t dislike him, please, just try it—he’s driving me crazy!!!”
But he couldn’t.
He knew Li Jichuan’s personality well—this was a man who only took steps he was sure of.
If he couldn’t guarantee Su Pu lasting happiness and security, he wouldn’t dare move forward.
Unable to step forward, all he could do was share in Su Pu’s longing, which drove Anderson nearly mad.
“…But if Su Hui is Su Pu’s younger brother, then maybe Su Pu’s drunkenness wasn’t just because you stood him up,” Anderson analyzed logically.
“Originally, he married you on behalf of his brother. Now that his brother suddenly appears around you, anyone would feel conflicted, right?”
Li Jichuan was momentarily stunned.
Long enough for Anderson to nudge his shoulder, snapping him back to reality.
“What are you thinking about?”
Li Jichuan drained his coffee cup.
“Ann, thank you.”
“Hm?”
“You made me realize something… Su Pu… I’m jealous.”
Anderson froze. “I didn’t say that!”
Li Jichuan’s eyes lit up.
“Caring about me makes him jealous. Jealousy brings envy—and envy is a necessary ingredient of love…”
Anderson rubbed his temples. “Wait… I didn’t follow… how did that turn into love?”
“So that means Su Pu is falling for me!”
Li Jichuan drew his conclusion.
“And that Su Hui—I can’t let him stay, Su Pu would misunderstand!”
“Ah? He’s just an intern,” Anderson said, baffled.
Surely not so cautious as to go this far?
What kind of sorcerer was Su Pu?!
Li Jichuan held out both hands, showing the two bracelets on his wrists.
“They’re both from Su Pu.”
“One on each wrist…”
Anderson frowned. “What are you talking about?”
What Li Jichuan truly meant was: Su Pu had given him a bracelet for each wrist, together resembling handcuffs.
Once bound, there was no turning back.