Chapter 96: One by One, They Began to Envy Their Own Bosses...

After a moment, he finally lowered his gaze, casting a glance at the tip of her nose, reddened from the cold, and then spoke.

"I'm not cold."

He was never in the habit of wearing gloves in winter.

Seeing his refusal, Lin Nansun grew anxious and hurriedly said, "You'll get chilblains."

Chilblains were itchy and terribly uncomfortable.

Chilblains?

Upon hearing this, Shen Hanzhi frowned. "I won't get those."

He had never suffered from chilblains since he was a child.

Hearing his words, Lin Nansun felt helpless. She didn't know how else to persuade him, so she simply lowered her eyes to look at his hands.

His fingers were already flushed red from the cold.

She sniffled, feeling a pang of pity, and gently reached out to hold one of his hands. The moment she touched him, her heart gave a startled jolt.

His fingers were icy—cold as a block of ice.

She cupped his hands in hers, warming them gently, worry evident in her voice. "So cold, they're all red." As she spoke, she bowed her head and breathed warm air onto his palms.

He was far too careless with his own health.

Her sudden touch left Shen Hanzhi momentarily stunned. By the time he recovered, his hand was already enveloped in her warm, delicate fingers; she seemed intent on warming his hands.

The warmth spread from his palms, slowly suffusing his entire being, reaching his heart.

Shen Hanzhi lowered his eyes, watching her gaze tenderly at his hands, her expression full of concern. His gaze seemed fixed, unable to look away.

He stood still, allowing her to warm his hands.

…

This scene left the group of single male bodyguards, including Zhou Bei, who were shoveling snow nearby, utterly dumbfounded. One by one, they revealed envious expressions.

Normally, no matter how formidable their boss was, they merely felt admiration, never jealousy or envy, for such talent could not be coveted.

But witnessing this moment, the crowd of bachelors suddenly felt a pang of longing in their hearts, each envying their boss.

Who wouldn't want a gentle girl to warm their hands in the snowy winter?

Alas, envy was all they had.

"Sigh…" Zhou Bei, closest to Shen Hanzhi, watched the scene and couldn't help but sigh aloud.

He had been wondering why the boss seemed increasingly unlike himself lately.

Only now, witnessing this scene, did Zhou Bei seem to understand something. Reflecting on the events of the past days, his feelings grew complicated, and he felt like a fool.

Zhou Bei's sigh brought Shen Hanzhi back to awareness. He snapped out of his reverie.

Turning his head, he saw the bodyguards, who had just been busy with their work, now gazing at him with unusual expressions, their eyes full of silent understanding.

He frowned deeply, his face changing.

The men, startled, hastily withdrew their gazes and resumed their tasks with renewed vigor.

Once they returned to normal, Shen Hanzhi looked away.

Lin Nansun had warmed one of his hands and was releasing it, about to warm the other.

Watching her serious effort, Shen Hanzhi's face bore a faint, helpless expression.

A moment later, he finally compromised, turning his head and instructing those beside him, "Go fetch a pair of gloves."

Her gloves were far too small—he could never wear them.

If he wore hers, she would be the one suffering from the cold and risking chilblains.