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

Wei Xun pushed open the door and strode out of the restaurant, his face still gloomy.

Once inside the car, he loosened his tie and irritably tossed his phone onto the passenger seat.

The thought of Dou Xuan mentioning Nan Yan, and that Dou Xiao was still thinking about Nan Yan, made his chest feel like it was on fire.

The driver didn't dare ask any more questions, quietly started the car, and drove towards the company.

Wei Xun couldn't concentrate on his work all afternoon.

He frequently lost focus while reading documents, only offered perfunctory responses during video conferences, and when subordinates reported on their work, he would directly frown and tell them to be concise.

Everyone in the company could sense that the boss was in a bad mood, so they were all cautious and dared not provoke him.

Just before I was about to leave work, my phone on the table suddenly vibrated and the screen lit up.

Wei Xun glanced at it; it was a message from an unknown number, containing only four words: "Hello, sir."

But Wei Xun's gaze softened instantly, and a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.

It is a wild goose from the south.

He had received pictures of freshly made cakes from Nan Yan before, and he had also received voice messages, which were soft and sweet greetings, but this was the first time he had received a text message from Nan Yan.

It seems that Teacher Zhang Qiming is already teaching him the practical skill of "typing".

At that moment, Qinglin saw Wei Xun smiling at his phone and understood immediately.

She stepped forward and reported, "President Wei, these are the supplementary agreements for the three orders from Europe, which require your signature. Also, regarding Young Master Nan Yan..."

Wei Xun put away his phone, picked up a pen to sign, and asked without looking up, "Speak."

"This morning, Young Master Nan Yan reported to the Huayao branch of 'Senmu Bakery,' and the store manager was very satisfied with him. Starting tomorrow, he will go to 'work' at eight o'clock every morning, as an unpaid hourly worker, to learn how to make cakes. There are no strict requirements for working hours; he just needs to complete the basic tasks. He will have Monday off every week."

After signing the document, Wei Xun handed it to Qing Lin and said, "Well, let him have fun and not worry about making money."

"Yes, Mr. Wei. That branch isn't far either; it's only a fifteen-minute walk from my home."

"Fifteen minutes' walk?" Wei Xun frowned. "Too far."

Qinglin was stunned. Fifteen minutes wasn't a long distance, but she didn't dare to argue and just stood there quietly.

Wei Xun stood up, picked up his suit jacket from the back of the chair, and put it on. "Qinglin, I'm leaving get off work early. We can talk about the rest tomorrow."

"Okay, Mr. Wei." Qinglin nodded, then couldn't help but ask, "Where are you going?"

Wei Xun didn't answer and strode out of the office.

……

It was five o'clock in the evening at a villa in Huayao Mansion.

Zhang Qiming closed his lesson preparation materials, looked at Nan Yan across from him, and nodded with satisfaction: "You did a good job with the pinyin and stroke order today, very smart. Go home tonight and copy down each character I taught you today, then review the pinyin. Tomorrow I'll teach you to read Tang poems."

Nan Yan nodded quickly, placed her hands on her knees, and said respectfully, "Thank you, Teacher Zhang."

He got up and had just seen Teacher Zhang to the door when he saw Aunt Chen, the housekeeper, come in carrying a large bag of fresh vegetables.

"Hello, Aunt Chen," Nan Yan greeted her.

Aunt Chen smiled and nodded: "Hello, Young Master Nan Yan. I'm here to make dinner."

Nan Yan watched as Aunt Chen placed the vegetables on the kitchen counter and stepped forward to say, "Aunt Chen, let me help you wash the vegetables."

He had just reached out to take the vegetables from Aunt Chen's hand when his wrist was grabbed by a large hand.

Immediately afterwards, he was gently lifted up and taken two steps back.

Nan Yan was startled and turned around to see Wei Xun.

"Sir? You're back so early?"

Aunt Chen quickly turned around and greeted him respectfully, "Hello, Mr. Wei."

"Okay," Wei Xun responded, then said to Aunt Chen, "Dinner will be served later, around 6:30."

"Okay, Mr. Wei." Aunt Chen nodded and tactfully walked to the corner of the kitchen, giving the two of them some space.

Wei Xun pulled Nan Yan out of the kitchen, and as if by magic, produced a strange hat and put it on his head.

"What is this?" Nan Yan asked, raising her hand to adjust her hat.

"Helmet," Wei Xun said, taking a set of black knee and elbow pads from the cabinet by the door and handing them to him. "Put on your protective gear."

Although Nan Yan was puzzled, she obediently took the protective gear and clumsily put it on.

Wei Xun stood by and watched. When he saw that Wei Xun was having trouble putting on his elbow pads, he reached out and helped him.

When their fingertips touched the delicate skin on Nan Yan's arm, both of them paused for a moment.

"I'm dressed, sir." Nan Yan lowered her head, her cheeks feeling a little hot.

"Come with me." Wei Xun turned and walked out.

Nan Yan followed him to the villa entrance and found a bicycle parked outside.

The bicycle was entirely matte black, with a smooth frame and no unnecessary decorations, giving it a simple yet sophisticated look.

The handlebar accessories are silver with a cool sheen, and the seat is made of brown genuine leather, which looks quite expensive.

"This is..." Nan Yan's eyes lit up.

"Here you go," Wei Xun said. "From now on, you can ride your bike to the cake shop. It's a 15-minute walk, or a 5-minute bike ride. It'll save you from having a driver pick you up and drop you off every day, and it'll be more convenient."

Nan Yan turned to look at Wei Xun, her eyes filled with surprise and gratitude: "Thank you, sir!"

"Thanks again tonight." Wei Xun grinned mischievously, stepped forward, and took the handlebars of the bicycle. "I'll teach you how to ride."

The roads in the neighborhood are very smooth, and there aren't many people taking a walk in the evening.

Wei Xun first explained how to use the brakes and handlebars, then helped him onto the back seat and let him sit down.

Nan Yan was a little nervous, gripping the handlebars tightly with both hands, her body ramrod straight. "Sir, I'm afraid of falling."

"With me here, I won't let you fall." Wei Xun's voice was calm and steady, carrying a reassuring power.

He stood behind Nan Yan, his hands firmly gripping the back seat of the bicycle. "Put your feet on the pedals and pedal slowly."

Nan Yan nodded, took a deep breath, carefully placed her foot on the pedal, and slowly pushed down.

The bicycle started moving slowly, at a very slow speed.

Wei Xun held onto the back seat of the bicycle and walked forward with steady steps.

"Don't be nervous, relax." Wei Xun's voice was right next to Nan Yan's ear, his warm breath brushing against his earlobe: "Hold the handlebars steady, look ahead, don't look at your feet."

Nan Yan obediently relaxed her body a little, kept her eyes on the road ahead, and slowly adjusted her direction.

The bicycle became more and more stable, and its speed increased slightly.

Wei Xun looked at his serious profile.

His eyelashes were long, casting a small shadow under his eyelids. His nose was slightly sweaty, and his lips were pursed into a thin line, making him look both serious and adorable.

After riding for a while, Nan Yan gradually found her rhythm and was no longer as nervous as she had been at the beginning.

He even dared to speed up a little, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly, revealing a happy smile.

"Sir, I think I can ride it now!" Nan Yan's voice was filled with excitement.

"Yes, you learn very quickly." Wei Xun's tone was full of approval.

He quietly released one hand from the back seat of the car, wanting to see if Nan Yan could keep her balance.

But as soon as he let go, Nan Yan's car swerved to one side.

"Ah!" Nan Yan exclaimed in surprise, her body instinctively leaning to the other side.

Wei Xun reacted quickly, immediately reaching out to support his waist while using his other hand to steady the back seat of the car.

A warm palm rested on Nan Yan's waist, the pressure gentle yet firmly supporting him.

Nan Yan's body stiffened, her cycling motion stopped, and her cheeks instantly turned red.

"Don't be afraid, it's alright now." Wei Xun's voice rang in his ear, tinged with laughter: "You almost succeeded just now, let's try again."

His hand was still on Nan Yan's waist, and he didn't remove it immediately.

I could clearly feel the softness of Nan Yan's waist and abdomen with my fingertips, as well as the warmth of her body through the thin fabric.

Wei Xun's Adam's apple bobbed slightly before he slowly withdrew his hand and steadied himself on the back seat.

"Okay...okay." Nan Yan's voice trembled slightly. That touch had made his heart race and his mind go blank.

He took a deep breath, pressed the pedals again, and the bicycle started moving once more.

This time, Wei Xun didn't rush to let go, but instead held onto the back seat and rode with him for a whole lap.

Nan Yan's skills became more and more proficient, and she rode more and more steadily. Her smile grew brighter and brighter, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, sliding down her cheeks.

Looking at the sweat on his forehead, Wei Xun felt a strange stirring in his heart.

He stopped and called out to Nan Yan, "Nan Yan, stop and rest for a bit."

Nan Yan quickly braked, got off the bicycle, turned around to look at Wei Xun, her chest heaving slightly, her breathing a little rapid.

"gentlemen."

Wei Xun stepped forward, raised his hand, and gently wiped the sweat from Wei Xun's forehead with his fingertips. The touch of his fingertips was warm and slightly damp.

Nan Yan's body stiffened again, her eyes widened slightly as she looked at Wei Xun's face so close to hers, her cheeks growing increasingly red.

"Are you tired?" Wei Xun's voice was gentle. After wiping away his sweat, he helped Nan Yan straighten her slightly crooked helmet. "You learn things very quickly and are very smart."

Nan Yan dared not look Wei Xun in the eye: "Thank you for teaching me, sir."

"I said I'd thank you again tonight."