161: His wife is awesome.

Song Yuan chuckled; naturally, men understood men better.

He had a way to deal with that kid.

Song Yuan helped her put away the gifts one by one.

“Now that you’re pregnant, try to worry less in the future. Let Gu Shiyuan slowly take over the company matters. He’s a boy; he can’t always hide behind his sister. It’s time for him to stand on his own two feet.”

Shiyu hummed, yawned, and felt a little sleepy again.

“Could you get me the pregnancy oil? I want to sleep after I apply it.”

Song Yuan took the small, yellowish bottle from the cabinet and handed it to her.

Shiyu was wearing a loose, pure cotton nightgown. She sat cross-legged in the middle of the large bed, the hem of her gown naturally rolled up to her thighs, revealing a section of white lace.

Song Yuan’s throat subtly bobbed as he averted his gaze.

Shiyu now did everything without avoiding Song Yuan, relying on the fact that he wouldn’t dare touch her while she was pregnant.

She poured a little pregnancy oil into her palm, rubbed her hands together to warm it, and first applied it to her upper thighs. After massaging it until it was absorbed, she poured a little more, this time preparing to apply it to her belly.

She didn’t want to develop unsightly stretch marks.

This time, Shiyu rolled up her skirt to her waist. As soon as she let go, the skirt fell down. Shiyu looked up and softly called out to Song Yuan,

“Husband, can you help me hold it up so the skirt doesn’t fall down?”

Song Yuan lightly coughed; he still couldn’t escape it.

His gaze fell on that spot again, and he clearly saw the entire small piece of white fabric.

It was new; Song Yuan had never seen it before.

It was a white side-tie style, with a circle of lace designed along the edges, and she had tied bows on both sides.

Those two ties, with a gentle pull, could be undone—a style that was both pure and alluring.

Song Yuan felt his throat tighten, his heart itching, yet he dared not touch.

He suspected this woman was deliberately tormenting him; otherwise, why hadn’t she worn it before, but now, during pregnancy, she wore it to flaunt?

“Shiyu…”

Song Yuan’s voice was low,

“When did you buy it?”

Shiyu was momentarily stunned. Their gazes met, and she understood something from Song Yuan’s eyes.

Shiyu lowered her head and glanced down, bringing her legs together, her cheeks slightly flushed,

“It… it was a gift when I bought pajamas. I just took one randomly after my shower, and I happened to pick this one.”

After a deep breath, Song Yuan averted his gaze and helped her hold the hem of her skirt. Then he heard Shiyu’s soft voice say,

“A little higher. This way I can’t apply it to my belly; it’s all rubbing on my clothes.”

Song Yuan stared straight at the curtains, avoiding looking at her. He exerted force to lift the clothing, but unexpectedly, he pulled too hard, lifting it directly to her chest.

His fingers touched something soft and yielding. Song Yuan’s breath hitched; he didn’t need to look, he already knew what it was.

She wasn’t wearing anything underneath either…

Song Yuan felt completely numb.

He loosened his grip a bit, and the clothing dropped just enough to cover her, without hindering her oil application.

Song Yuan counted the seconds; every moment was an agony, yet Shiyu was in no hurry. She applied the oil, massaged it until it was fully absorbed, and only then said,

“All done.”

Song Yuan pinched his temples,

“I’m going to take a shower.”

Song Yuan took the bath towel she had hung on the chair and hadn’t put away yet, and entered the bathroom.

She had just showered, and the shower room was still humid, a faint scent of shower gel filling his nostrils, the same scent as on her body, and even the towel in his hand smelled fragrant.

Song Yuan turned on the overhead shower. The warm water felt a bit hot on his body, so he adjusted it to cold water. He found it difficult to calm down.

Just as he was lost in thought, the bathroom door was gently pushed open from the outside, and Shiyu’s bright little face peeked in,

“Do you need help?”

Song Yuan was startled,

“Shiyu, get out…”

Shiyu ignored him. Not only did she not leave, but she pushed the door open and came in.

Song Yuan wiped the water from his face. She had already moved close to him, her small hand tracing downwards along Song Yuan’s lower abdomen.

Song Yuan turned off the water, letting her do as she pleased.

He tried to control the time, not wanting her to get tired.

Afterward, Song Yuan carried her back to bed,

“You’re not allowed to come in when I’m showering from now on, to avoid slipping!”

Shiyu smiled sweetly at him,

“Can you hold me to sleep now?”

Song Yuan turned off the light.

The next day, Song Yuan arrived at the company.

The secretary he requested had been hired, and many tasks no longer needed to be handled by HR.

During the morning meeting, Li Lei reported the data,

“Our backend’s real users have already reached six digits, and the key is that our game has only been on the market for less than ten days. Brothers, we’re a hit!”

Everyone was excited to hear this number; their efforts these past few days had paid off with a satisfactory answer sheet.

The next step was to add features based on the game’s existing foundation, discover new demands, and create new gameplay.

Everyone brainstormed, offering their ideas.

The product manager noted down the interesting ideas for further research after the meeting.

These past few days, Lu Chi had negotiated several more partnerships. Several live streaming and short video websites in Beijing now featured popular gaming influencers playing dream survival.

There were also some advertisements inserted.

The initial promotion funds had been invested.

If the recent fan growth rate continued, dream survival would become a dark horse in the mobile gaming industry.

Song Yuan allocated a portion of the development work to the new technical director. As the boss, he needed to free up some time for social engagements and company management matters.

Of course, he also needed to provide a safety net for problems that others couldn’t solve.

In the afternoon, there was a large car show in Beijing.

A newly developed high-end series of new energy vehicles under Gus's was participating in the exhibition. Shiyu would personally attend the venue for promotion and to accept media interviews.

This car show invited many Beijing Circle capitalists, indicating its large scale.

Song Yuan also planned to attend to support Gus's new product.

After lunch, Song Yuan finished his morning work, locked his computer, and headed straight to the car show venue.

When he arrived at the Beijing Exhibition Center, the exhibition was just beginning.

The area outside the exhibition hall was packed with media. All the well-known media outlets in Beijing were there, probably having heard about the main attraction of this exhibition: Gus's newly developed product would appear before the public for the first time in this format.

Moreover, the President of Gus Group would also attend and accept interviews. Such opportunities were rare, as Gus Group had always been low-key, and even its founder, Ms. Gu Jiangying, had limited public appearances before the media.

Song Yuan found a parking spot and parked his car. When he returned to the entrance of the exhibition hall, unlike the scene when he drove past, everyone was rushing in one direction like a swarm.

Song Yuan looked into the distance and realized it was his wife making her entrance.

Shiyu was followed by bodyguards, with an assistant clearing the way in front. Reporters surrounded her but were kept a meter away by the bodyguards.

Song Yuan saw that she was safely protected, and he quietly stood there watching her being escorted into the exhibition hall, followed by media personnel vying for first-line interviews.

Song Yuan was a little lost in thought; his wife was truly amazing.

Song Yuan had a bold idea: one day, he would be as impressive as his wife.