The Scheming Billionaire's Heartfelt Devotion

Chapter 390 - 403: I admit you’re a big-headed ghost, why would I admit something that isn’t true

"It’s okay, teacher, let’s get started.""Alright, Mr. Fu, please sit behind your wife and wrap your arms around her belly."

Following the teacher’s instructions, Fu Bin moved into position, their profiles almost touching. Chu Ci inexplicably felt her heart racing.

"Are you a bit nervous?"

Fu Bin whispered softly into Chu Ci’s ear, his voice so low that only the two of them could hear, a deep and unconscious smile playing on his lips.

"I’m not, you’re just overthinking." Chu Ci took a deep breath, trying to relax her body.

"Lately, you seem to say one thing and mean another. Are you starting to like me a little?"

"Don’t flatter yourself, you’re really just overthinking." Chu Ci said, looking straight ahead while doing the movements.

Fu Bin didn’t say anything further and instead focused intently on doing the exercises with Chu Ci.

After the one-hour class ended, Chu Ci’s forehead was dotted with beads of sweat. Fu Bin grabbed a water bottle from the ground, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to her: "Have some water."

Chu Ci took the water cup and drank a few sips, then looked up to see Fu Bin’s handsome and prominent features as he used a towel to wipe her face.

"I can do it myself."

Chu Ci took the towel from Fu Bin’s hand, her clear pupils hiding an undeniable embarrassment.

Recently, whenever Chu Ci had even slightly close contact with Fu Bin, her heart couldn’t help but race.

After wiping off the sweat, Chu Ci picked up her coat and put it on: "You go back to the company first, I’ll drive myself to the hospital to find Xiao Xi."

"Let me take you. It’s better for a pregnant woman not to drive. I’ll arrange for a driver for you tomorrow."

Fu Bin naturally took hold of Chu Ci’s wrist and walked outside, but Chu Ci awkwardly withdrew her hand.

"Is it necessary to be so pretentious? Holding the hand of my child’s mother seems quite normal."

Fu Bin turned around, looking at Chu Ci, his lips curving into a charming smile.

"Am I being pretentious, or are you taking advantage of me? Stop following me."

Chu Ci glared at Fu Bin, turned around, and strode outside.

Behind her, Fu Bin silently shook his head with a smile: "I think you’re the one who’s feeling guilty."

"What do I have to feel guilty about?"

"Didn’t think you’d slowly start liking me, did you? Just admit it, there’s no need to be shy."

"Admit what, you’re crazy. I’m not admitting something that isn’t true."

Outside the training center, Chu Ci was about to get into her car but was stopped by Fu Bin: "Let me take you."

"Thanks, but you don’t need to trouble yourself. That way, on the road, you won’t say I like you again, narcissist."

"Is it not okay for me to like you?"

Fu Bin looked intently at Chu Ci: "I think I’ve really fallen for you."

Chu Ci’s hand in the coat pocket clenched tightly, her heart pounding like a restless deer.

Fu Bin held Chu Ci’s hand, leading her to his car. He opened the passenger seat door and watched her get in, then leaned down to fasten her seatbelt.

Their proximity was intimate, Fu Bin’s lips brushing past the corner of Chu Ci’s mouth, freezing the moment as if time stood still.

Chu Ci’s eyelash-like fans fluttered lightly: "What are you doing?"

"Think about it carefully, I’m serious."

Fu Bin raised his hand to touch Chu Ci’s cheek before closing the passenger door with a slight smile, rounded the car, and got into the driver’s seat.