It's just a toy, why would you care if it breaks?

Nan Yan spent the entire afternoon alone in the empty villa.

He sat on the sofa, clutching the bakery's business card in his hand, looking at it over and over.

The phone watch suddenly vibrated, and the screen displayed the note "Drunkard".

Nan Yan answered the phone, and Dou Xiao's voice immediately came through: "Hello, it's me! Are you free tonight? Let's have dinner together."

Nan Yan chuckled, "Are you short of money again? Need me to buy you food?"

"Who said I'm short of money?" Dou Xiao hurriedly retorted, "I'll treat you to dinner, let's go to a nice restaurant."

Nan Yan recalled the 100 yuan she had given Dou Xiao yesterday, and said with a hint of heartache, "Are you going to use the 100 yuan I gave you yesterday to treat me to a meal at a restaurant? Let's forget about it then."

"No!" Dou Xiao's voice became even more urgent.

"Could it be... money you earned yourself?"

"...It's not that I earned the money myself..." Dou Xiao felt guilty. He had lived a life of luxury and ease, and had never earned any money before.

Nan Yan said considerately, "You work as a porter, doing manual labor, and it's not easy for you to earn money. You should be careful with your money. You can treat me to a meal when you've earned enough on your own. I appreciate your kindness."

Dou Xiao was silent for a few seconds, then asked seriously, "You want me to earn the money myself?"

"Of course!" Nan Yan's voice was cheerful. "Everyone has their own value; we can't always rely on others. I made and sold cakes today, and I made a net profit of several hundred yuan!"

Dou Xiao's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly understood.

It turns out that Nan Yan prefers down-to-earth, hardworking, career-oriented men!

He immediately straightened his back and said confidently, "You wait, I'll soon be able to treat you to a meal with the money I earn myself!"

After hanging up the phone, Dou Xiao didn't waste a second and immediately dialed his older brother Dou Xuan's number, his tone more serious than ever before: "Big brother, arrange a job for me, I need to work!"

After hanging up the phone, Dou Xiao excitedly spun around twice, feeling that he was one step closer to marrying Nan Yan.

Meanwhile, at the Huayao Mansion villa, Nan Yan hung up the phone and sat back down on the sofa.

He watched as the sky outside the window gradually darkened, changing from orange-red to deep blue, and finally becoming completely black.

He waited for a long time, until late at night, before he heard a sound at the door.

Nan Yan immediately stood up, walked quickly to the door, and watched as Wei Xun pushed the door open and came in.

Wei Xun looked terrible; his suit was wrinkled, and he exuded an aura of utter exhaustion and dejection.

"Sir, you're back." Nan Yan's voice was a little hesitant.

Wei Xun grunted in agreement, changed his shoes, and walked straight to the living room without even glancing at Nan Yan.

He loosened his tie, slumped onto the sofa, closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples.

Nan Yan followed him, stood in front of him, hesitated for a long time, and then whispered, "Sir, I...

"Tomorrow morning at 8:30." Wei Xun suddenly opened his eyes, interrupting him. "A car will pick you up at 8:30. I've contacted a psychologist for you. Go there on time."

Nan Yan's words caught in her throat, and the little expectation in her heart instantly cooled down.

He stared blankly at Wei Xun, then asked softly, "A psychologist? Sir, will you come with me?"

Wei Xun frowned, his tone tinged with impatience: "I don't have time, and there's nothing for me to do. Just do as the doctor says."

His phone rang as soon as he finished speaking.

Wei Xun picked up his phone and answered, his tone instantly switching to work mode: "I know, the export tariff issue is still under discussion... the project is temporarily on hold... you should reassess the impact of that shareholder's withdrawal..."

Nan Yan stood to the side, listening to those unfamiliar words, and felt a pang of sadness in her heart.

He knew that his husband was very busy, so busy that he didn't even have time to have a proper conversation with him.

While on the phone, Wei Xun picked up a bottle of mineral water from the table, unscrewed the cap, and drank more than half of it. Then he got up, walked into the bedroom, and closed the door.

The moment the door closed, Nan Yan's shoulders slumped.

He originally wanted to tell his husband about making money by baking cakes, and wanted to show him the bakery's business card to ask if his husband agreed to let him go to work there.

But now, he dares not say anything.

He returned to his room, lay on his bed, but couldn't fall asleep.

He wondered if his husband no longer liked him.

Do you find him troublesome?

He tried so hard to learn to cook and bake cakes, just to make his husband happy, but his husband didn't seem to care at all.

Nan Yan woke up very early the next morning.

He tiptoed into the kitchen, followed an online tutorial, made a sandwich, and even tried to brew an Americano.

He knew that the gentleman liked to drink this.

At 7:30, Wei Xun walked out of the bedroom.

Nan Yan immediately carried the breakfast over, smiling somewhat ingratiatingly: "Sir, breakfast is ready."

Wei Xun stared at the things on the table for a moment, then picked up the coffee and took a sip. The temperature was just right, and the taste was to his liking.

He looked at Nan Yan and said gently, "You've even learned to make coffee?"

Nan Yan's eyes lit up instantly, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her tone was filled with excitement: "Anything that you like, sir, I can learn to do."

Wei Xun's heart stirred slightly. He raised his hand and gently rubbed the man's hair, the warmth of his fingertips very light.

Nan Yan looked up at him, her eyes full of dependence, like a puppy that had just received praise from its owner.

But this warmth didn't last long, as Qinglin pushed open the door and came in.

Holding a folder in her hand, she saw Wei Xun and immediately said, "Mr. Wei, the car is ready. We need to leave now. We've brought all the materials for visiting clients out of town."

Wei Xun nodded, picked up his coat, and his phone rang again.

He answered the phone, talking about work as he walked, his steps hurried, and he didn't even have time to say goodbye to Nan Yan.

Nan Yan stood there, watching his figure disappear through the doorway, and the light in her heart dimmed again.

He knew his husband was busy, but he still couldn't help feeling disappointed.

Qinglin walked to his side, looked at the remaining sandwiches on the table, and asked with a smile, "Young Master Nanyan, may I try this sandwich?"

Nan Yan nodded.

Qinglin picked one up, took a bite, and praised earnestly, "It's delicious! You're amazing!"

Nan Yan forced a smile, her lips twitching slightly.

Qinglin's praise was very nice, but what he wanted even more was Wei Xun's affirmation.

Qinglin noticed his disappointment, sighed, and softened her tone: "Young Master Nanyan, President Wei has been really busy lately, the company's affairs are overwhelming him. Listen to his arrangements, go see a psychologist, and take good care of yourself. Your well-being is the biggest help you can give him."

Nan Yan lowered her head, clenched the hem of her clothes, and murmured an "Mmm".

Qinglin ran after Wei Xun.

Nan Yan was left alone in the living room again.

He looked at the coffee cup on the table; there was still a little bit of coffee left inside, which his husband had drunk from.

Nan Yan walked over, picked up the cup, and thought to herself, "Sir, I will go to see the doctor obediently. Please come back soon too."