“Ding”—the elevator arrived. Three secretaries, two men and one woman, stood at the door holding documents. The moment they saw Ryan Carter, they snapped to attention in unison, speaking at twice their usual speed.

“President, these are the documents that need your signature today.”

“President, you have a meeting at ten o’clock this morning, in the top-floor conference room. I’ll remind you again at 9:45.”

“President, Mr. Li just called. He’ll be coming over at two this afternoon.”

The president nodded calmly, wrapped his arm around his little wife’s waist, and walked into the spacious office. “From today on, you’ll be working here.”

“Hm?” Ryan Carter raised an eyebrow, glancing sideways at his husband.

“Oh my god!” The three secretaries couldn’t help but exclaim. The female secretary in high heels nearly stumbled.

“You’ll be my personal assistant—serving tea, organizing documents, and…” The president leaned in, lightly biting his wife’s fair earlobe, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, “satisfying the president’s desires.”

Mr. Carter couldn’t help but blush. It had been a long time since he’d heard such indecent words from this man, and for a moment he almost missed it. He coughed lightly, pushed the man away, and said coldly to the three secretaries, “I’ll be moving my office here for the time being. Any documents approved by the president, bring them all to me for review.”

“Yes!” The three secretaries bowed at a forty-five-degree angle in perfect unison, agreeing without hesitation, not even pausing for a comma.

“Reschedule Mr. Li’s meeting—have him come tomorrow instead. Neither of us will be in the office this afternoon. If there’s anything urgent, handle it this morning.”

“Understood, Mr. Carter!”

The president watched helplessly as his subordinates obeyed his wife’s every word, leaving the office in lockstep after her instructions, without even asking for his opinion. He couldn’t help but reach out in protest, “Hey, wait—”

“Click.” The heavy wooden door was gently closed, leaving the room in silence. For a moment, the president thought he could hear the sound of autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.

Something’s not right! Ethan Bolton turned around to see his little wife swaggering over and sitting in the president’s chair, skillfully typing in the computer’s password. And just like the secretaries, the computer—utterly lacking in loyalty—booted up with a fawning welcome tune.

The president walked slowly to the desk, looking down at his wife. “How did you know my password?”

“What’s so strange about that?” Ryan Carter looked up at him. All their passwords were shared with each other.

The president’s expression shifted unpredictably. Suddenly, he grabbed his little wife, who was casually browsing his computer, and pinned him down on the sofa.

“Are you a corporate spy sent by the Wang family?”

“Huh?” Ryan Carter was a bit confused.

“You really play the part well. The whole thing about your father’s debt is just a cover, isn’t it?” The president pressed his lips together tightly. “I told you before—the price of betraying me is more than you can bear!” As he spoke, he suddenly yanked open his little wife’s shirt, sending a delicate button flying.

“Bastard, that’s my brand new Dior!” The little wife struggled in panic.

“President, the meeting is about to—” The secretary pushed the door open, jaw dropping to the floor at the scene. Then, like a turtle scalded by boiling water, he instantly shrank back and slammed the door shut with a “bang,” pretending he’d never been there.

Thanks to the secretary’s interruption, the “cruel sexual punishment a vi” couldn’t continue. The president could only change his computer password with a grim face. “The password’s changed. You’d better behave and stop trying to get into my computer.”

“0826, right?” Ryan Carter elegantly buttoned up his shirt.

“How did you know?” The president looked up in shock.

“Duh, that’s my birthday.”

“……”

Ryan Carter spent the whole morning shadowing Ethan Bolton, and was surprised to find that, although the president had some cognitive issues regarding their relationship, he was perfectly competent in handling company affairs. He couldn’t help but breathe a quiet sigh of relief.

“Come with me this afternoon.” After lunch, Ryan Carter pulled Ethan Bolton into the car to see a private doctor.

Public hospitals only offered basic care; wealthy people all had private doctors. Most of these doctors had left hospitals to open their own clinics, charging high fees but offering excellent medical skills in return.

“Where are we going?” Shaking off the hand gripping his, Ethan Bolton stopped three steps from the car, half-smiling, clearly uncooperative. Obviously, if he didn’t get a good enough reason, he’d turn hostile in the next second.

“To pay off a debt.” Ryan Carter, afraid he’d make a scene, coaxed him casually.

Ethan Bolton sneered, stretched out his long arm to pull his little wife into his embrace, pinched that delicate chin between two fingers, and whispered wickedly in his ear, “I told you, until you’re pregnant, I won’t pay a single cent of your father’s debt.”

His hot breath brushed against his face, making his little wife’s ear turn red.

“Pregnant my ass… cough, at least pay a deposit first,” Ryan Carter broke free, forcibly stuffed him into the passenger seat, and reasoned with him, “Even a night with a prostitute gets you two hundred, and you slept with me twice last night.”

Stepping on the gas, the silver Maserati shot out of the Shifei underground garage.