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

The next morning, Nan Yan woke up in a warm embrace, the familiar scent lingering around her nose – the scent of Wei Xun.

He shifted slightly and found himself firmly held in Wei Xun's arms, his head pressed against the other's solid chest, where he could clearly hear the steady, powerful heartbeat.

Fragments of last night kept flooding back into my mind—the hot water in the bathtub, the stinging pain from the wound on the sole of my foot, Wei Xun's angry questioning, and those shameful and out-of-control moments.

Nan Yan's cheeks instantly burned.

Wei Xun quickly noticed his movement, tightened his arms around him, rested his chin on the top of his head, and asked in a hoarse voice, still sleepy, "Awake?"

Nan Yan hummed softly, not daring to look up at him.

Wei Xun loosened his grip slightly, reached out and lifted his chin, forcing him to look into his eyes.

His gaze softened, devoid of the anger of the previous night, filled only with deep apology.

"I'm sorry about what happened last night." He gently stroked the faint red mark left on Nan Yan's right cheek with his fingertips. "I shouldn't have misunderstood you, I shouldn't have hit you, and I shouldn't have said such nonsense as 'I'm going to kick you out' that made you misunderstand."

Nan Yan's eyelashes trembled, her eyes filled with fear: "You don't need to apologize, sir... It's my fault, I shouldn't have made you angry..."

"Silly boy." Wei Xun sighed, raised his hand and ruffled his hair. "I didn't understand the situation and misunderstood you."

"gentlemen……"

"So, you forgive me?"

"……Um."

Wei Xun smiled, his tense jawline softening, and he hugged Nan Yan tightly in his arms again.

Wei Xun was tall, and the difference in their sizes was quite obvious. Nan Yan nestled in his arms, as if she were completely enveloped.

Nan Yan could feel the other person's broad shoulders and strong arms, which brought her a great sense of security.

He hesitated for a moment, then reached out his timid little hand and gently wrapped it around Wei Xun's waist.

Feeling the response from the person in his arms, Wei Xun tightened his grip and whispered in his ear, "Remember, you are mine, and only mine. You are not allowed to think about leaving again, nor are you allowed to get so close to anyone else."

Nan Yan nestled in his arms and obediently said, "I understand, sir."

"By the way, I have some good news for you." Wei Xun's voice was filled with undisguised joy. He released Nan Yan, looked into his eyes, and said, "The difficulties my company faced in export trade have been resolved."

Nan Yan blinked, his eyes full of confusion; he didn't understand any of this.

Wei Xun patiently explained, "Last night, E-Alliance suddenly announced a reduction in import tariffs on Chinese machinery products. One of our key businesses is exporting precision machinery, and our profits were previously squeezed. Now that the tariffs have been lowered, we can get back the orders we lost, and the subsequent export costs have also been significantly reduced. The company's crisis is basically over."

He spoke clearly and logically, his excitement barely concealed.

Although Nan Yan didn't understand terms like tariffs and orders, he could sense Wei Xun's happiness, and he smiled along with him.

Looking at his bewildered expression, Wei Xun's heart melted. He lowered his head and kissed his forehead. "After I finish my work at the company today, I'll take you to buy a game console. Tomorrow, I'll have a tutor come here to teach you to read and write. I'll keep all my promises to you, and I'll even get you a cat, the kind you like."

Nan Yan's eyes lit up instantly, and a long-lost smile appeared on her face. She quickly said, "Thank you, sir!"

Wei Xun looked at him and smiled, feeling even more pleased, and suddenly felt like teasing him.

He reached out and pinched Nan Yan's flushed cheek: "Thank me? How do you plan to thank me?"

Nan Yan's smile froze instantly, her cheeks flushed red again, and her eyes darted around, unsure of how to answer.

Seeing his shy and embarrassed expression, Wei Xun's eyes flashed with amusement. He leaned closer to him, his voice low and suggestive: "How about we continue what we didn't finish last night?"

Nan Yan's breath hitched.

The atmosphere in the room became ambiguous again, and even the morning light seemed warm.

Just then, the doorbell rang, breaking the idyllic atmosphere in the room.

Wei Xun frowned instantly, glancing at the alarm clock on the bedside table; it was only 7:30.

He sighed, his tone full of impatience: "It must be Qinglin. Only she would dare to knock on the door so early."

He got out of bed and muttered as he dressed, "This is the second time she's bothered me. This is the first time in all these years that I've thought about firing her."

Upon hearing this, Nan Yan immediately sat up, her eyes filled with panic: "No, sir! Sister Qinglin is a very good person, please don't fire her..."

Wei Xun turned and glanced at him, a smile playing on his lips: "Just kidding."

He put on his shirt, turned to look at Nan Yan who was still lying in bed in a daze: "Get up, you little sleepyhead."

Nan Yan then realized that her clothes were still in the next room; Wei Xun had wrapped them in a bath towel and thrown them there after she took a shower last night.

Wei Xun noticed his embarrassment, took one of his own white shirts from the closet, and tossed it to him: "Wear mine first. Don't you like wearing my clothes?"

Nan Yan caught the shirt, her cheeks flushed again, and she quickly got out of bed and put on the oversized shirt.

The shirt was long, covering her thighs.

He clutched the hem of his clothes, not daring to look up at Wei Xun, and quickly ran out of the bedroom, rushing back to his own room.

When Nan Yan got dressed and arrived at the downstairs restaurant, Wei Xun was already sitting at the table.

He was wearing a sharp black suit, his hair was neatly combed, and he was holding a report in his hand, looking down at it while sipping his coffee.

His expression was serious and earnest, resembling that of a CEO of a large corporation, completely unlike the bullying demeanor he had displayed in the bedroom just moments before.

Qinglin stood to the side and saw Nanyan enter. She smiled gently and said, "Young Master Nanyan, you're awake? I brought Cantonese breakfast, including shrimp dumplings, siu mai, and rice noodle rolls. Come and have a taste."

Several exquisitely made lunch boxes were placed on the table, steaming hot and emitting the aroma of food.

Nan Yan walked over and sat down opposite Wei Xun, whispering, "Thank you, Sister Qinglin."

Wei Xun looked up and said to him, "Eat quickly."

Then he looked at Qinglin and continued the previous topic: "Check the tariff reduction document again to make sure there are no missing clauses, especially the special instructions for precision machinery. Hold a video conference with our partners at E-Alliance this afternoon to finalize the previously shelved orders."

"Okay, Mr. Wei." Qinglin took out a pen and wrote in the folder: "In addition, the finance department has done a new cost accounting. After the tariff reduction, the profit margin can be increased by about 8 percentage points. I have put the report on your desk."

"Okay, I'll check in a bit." Wei Xun picked up a shrimp dumpling and handed it to Nan Yan: "Eat more, you need to grow strong."

Nan Yan blushed, took the shrimp dumplings, ate them in small bites, and listened silently to their business conversation.

Unfortunately, he couldn't understand any of it, so he could only eat quietly and occasionally glance at Wei Xun.

Qinglin then reported, "Mr. Wei, I interviewed a housekeeper for you yesterday. Her surname is Chen, she's in her forties, from a rural area, and she's honest, efficient, and a good cook. She's worked in a high-end residential area before and had a very good reputation. Would you like to take a look?"

Wei Xun shook his head: "No need, you can make the decision. Have her come over today to take care of the daily cleaning and cooking."

"Sir, I can clean and cook," Nan Yan quickly replied.

Wei Xun glanced at him and said gently, "You can leave this to the housekeeper; you don't need to worry about it. Play for another day, and when the tutor arrives, you should focus on your studies and learning to read."

Nan Yan could only nod and continue eating with her head down.

Wei Xun suddenly remembered something, and the smile on his face faded a little. He said to Qing Lin, "Also, send some condolence money to the family of that psychologist Chai Guodong. Send it anonymously. As for the amount... it should be this much."

Qinglin paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, Mr. Wei, I'll arrange it right away."

Nan Yan looked up and asked innocently, "Sir, is it because Dr. Chai is a good person? I think he's very nice. He was very gentle when I chatted with him last time."

Wei Xun's fingertips paused for a moment, then he raised his hand and ruffled Wei Xun's hair, his voice low and deep: "Yes, he's a good person."

After finishing breakfast, Wei Xun checked the time, stood up, and said, "I'm going to work."

He looked at Nan Yan and said, "Your task today is to get along well with the new Aunt Chen. You don't need to do anything. Just be happy."

Nan Yan nodded: "Goodbye, sir."

Wei Xun walked up to him, stopped, and asked, "Is there something else on your mind? You seem to have something to say."

Nan Yan hesitated for a moment, then took out a business card from her pocket and handed it over: "Sir, this was given to me by the owner of apartment 503 in this building."

He explained the whole story: "He owns a chain of bakeries and is willing to offer me a job making cakes. Can...can I take it?"

Wei Xun took the business card, glanced at it, and frowned slightly.

Actually, he was somewhat reluctant for Nan Yan to go to work outside, fearing that she would be wronged and that she would encounter someone like Dou Xiao again.

"Do you want to go?" he asked.

Nan Yan nodded, her eyes filled with anticipation: "I want to learn how to make more cakes, and I also want to earn some money myself. I don't want to keep spending Mr.'s money."

Wei Xun sighed and put the business card into his pocket: "Let me think about it. I'll decide after I'm done with this busy period."

"it is good."

Wei Xun ruffled his hair again before leaving the villa with Qing Lin.

The villa fell silent.

Nan Yan remembered that her phone watch was still charging in the living room.

When I went over to take a look, I saw dozens of unread messages on the screen, all sent by the "drunkard".

He clicked on it and saw that it contained either copied love poems or passionate declarations of love.

"Nan Yan, last night... was my first kiss, and I couldn't sleep all night."

"You're so kind. Actually, I've liked you for a long time."

"I've looked up so many love poems, and I feel like every single one of them is about us. When I see you, I'll recite them to you."

"Nan Yan, I love you, I love you so much. Will you marry me? I will treat you well for the rest of my life."

"I've started working now. I'm a career man now, really."

Messages kept coming in, the emotions so intense that Nan Yan was at a loss for words.

He stared at the screen, his cheeks burning, feeling flustered and unsure how to respond.

Finally, he simply pressed the power button, turned off the screen, put the phone watch back in the charging dock, and pretended not to have seen it.