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

Just then, Aunt Chen's voice came from downstairs: "Nanyan, dinner's ready!"

Nan Yan quickly wiped away her tears, closed the club brochure, put it back on the bedside table, weighed it down with a tissue box, and then hurried downstairs.

"Aunt Chen, has your husband not come back yet?"

"My husband specifically told me this morning that he has a business dinner tonight and won't be home for dinner, so he asked me to stay and have dinner with you." Aunt Chen said with a smile as she set out the bowls and chopsticks, "Please sit down, I've made your favorite dishes."

Nan Yan paused for a moment, feeling a little empty inside.

He woke up early in the morning, but Wei Xun had already left even earlier, so he didn't even get to see him.

The gentleman must be really busy, so busy that he doesn't even have time to greet me.

"Don't be upset." Aunt Chen noticed his disappointment. "Since your husband isn't here, I made some dishes that you kids love: sweet and sour pork ribs, squirrel fish, and salt and pepper corn. Try them."

Nan Yan nodded, picked up her chopsticks, and began to eat in small bites.

"Nanyan, you're so well-behaved, unlike my son. Let me tell you, my two sons back home were quite the troublemakers when they were little."

While eating, Aunt Chen talked about interesting things from her hometown.

"Once, the two of them went to catch chickens, but instead of catching any, they fell into a ditch, covered in mud, and when they grinned, two rows of white teeth appeared..."

Nan Yan couldn't help but laugh as she listened.

Aunt Chen was a great storyteller, which gradually cheered Nan Yan up.

After finishing her meal, Nan Yan offered to help Aunt Chen clear the dishes.

After cleaning up the kitchen, Nan Yan returned to her study to do her homework.

It was 8:30, and I was utterly bored. Wei Xun still hadn't returned.

He turned and went into the kitchen, whipped some cream, and made some cream puffs in case his husband came home hungry.

Then I went back to the living room, sat on the sofa, and flipped through a baking book while waiting for Wei Xun to come back.

Time passed slowly, and the clock in the living room ticked away quietly.

It wasn't until after 11 p.m. that the sound of a car engine finally came from outside.

Nan Yan immediately stood up, ran quickly to the door, and excitedly opened it.

At the entrance, the driver was supporting the drunken Wei Xun.

Wei Xun reeked of alcohol.

"Young Master Nan Yan." The driver handed Wei Xun's arm to Nan Yan: "President Wei had a good talk with the supplier and drank a bit too much. Could you please take care of him?"

Nan Yan quickly grabbed Wei Xun's arm and supported his body with all her might.

Wei Xun seemed to be doing it on purpose, leaning most of his weight on Nan Yan and saying affectionately, "Little kitty... how was your day?"

Nan Yan's cheeks were a little hot. He struggled to help Wei Xun into the house, moving step by step to the bedside in the bedroom.

"Sir, please sit down, I'll help you change your shoes."

He knelt down and carefully helped Wei Xun take off his leather shoes and put on soft slippers.

Wei Xun leaned against the headboard, ripped off his tie, and tossed it aside. His eyes were fixed on Nan Yan, a drunken smile on his face. "Today... did anyone like me and write me a love letter?"

"Sir, please don't talk nonsense..." Nan Yan's face turned red instantly.

Wei Xun reached out and grabbed Nan Yan's wrist, pulling hard, causing Nan Yan to stumble and fall into his arms.

Wei Xun wrapped his arms tightly around his waist, resting his chin on his shoulder: "I'm talking nonsense? Does that mean... nobody likes me today?"

His tone carried a hint of feigned disappointment as his fingers gently caressed Nan Yan's waist.

Nan Yan's heart was pounding, her cheeks were burning, and she quickly whispered, "Sir, I like you."

"Hmm?" Wei Xun's voice rose, tinged with a satisfied smile: "Say it again."

Nan Yan's face flushed even more, and she struggled to get up: "Sir, I made you some cream puffs, would you like to try some?"

"Is it sweet?"

"Sweet."

"Is it sweeter than you?"

Nan Yan trembled and dared not speak again. She could only forcefully break free from his embrace, quickly walk out of the bedroom, and go to the kitchen to get cream puffs and warm water.

When he returned to the bedroom with the tray, the blush on his face had not yet faded.

But as soon as he stepped inside, the smile on his face froze.

Wei Xun leaned against the headboard, his face terribly gloomy.

In his hand, he was flipping through the club's "new product catalog" that Nan Yan had placed on the bedside table.

He gripped the pages with his fingertips, so tightly he almost crushed the paper.

"Put the tray down." Wei Xun's voice was icy. "Tell me, what is this?"

Nan Yan trembled with fright and quickly placed the tray on the bedside table: "It was...it was delivered by someone from the club. They asked me...asked me to bring it to you..."

"You want me to see it?" Wei Xun sneered, throwing the catalog on the ground in front of Nan Yan. "You want me to see it, and then what?"

"I..." Nan Yan's tears welled up instantly: "Sir...I recommend you buy a new one..."

"Recommending I buy a new one?" Wei Xun trembled with anger. "Nan Yan, you still listen to them so much? You really want me to buy someone else?"

"Sir, I..." Nan Yan cried even harder.

"Speak!" Wei Xun reached out and grabbed his chin. "You do whatever they tell you to do? You push away whatever they tell you to push away? Huh?!"

"I...I..." Nan Yan's tears fell even harder: "One of my duties is to persuade you, sir, to spend more..."

Wei Xun was furious: "You really want to stuff people into my life?! In that case, you can be my salesman, pick up the catalog and read it to me."

"Sir..." Nan Yan hesitated, not daring to pick it up.

"Pick it up!" Wei Xun's tone reeked of alcohol, brooking no refusal.

Nan Yan could only squat down, trembling as she picked up the catalog from the ground and opened it.

"Read it," Wei Xun's voice rang out above his head.

Nan Yan bit her lip, holding back tears, and read aloud softly:

"Highly recommended, item number 4205, male, 18 years old, extremely flexible body, very agile, can be used in various positions, soft and sweet voice, good at acting cute, knows AB, C, D, E, F, G..."

"Continue," Wei Xun said, his voice flat.

Nan Yan could only continue reading: "Item number 3179, female, 22 years old, voluptuous figure, highly obedient, skilled in massage..."

Nan Yan's tears fell onto the table of contents. The more he read, the more frightened he became, and he dared not look at Wei Xun's expression.

After finally finishing the last page, he collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted, and cried, his shoulders trembling.

"It was definitely worth hiring a teacher for you." Wei Xun's voice was laced with sarcasm. "You've only been learning for a few days, and you already recognize so many characters."

Nan Yan dared not speak, she only cried.

"So, which one do you recommend I buy? The one with the flexible body, or the one that's good at making funny faces?"

"Sir..." Nan Yan mustered her courage and said loudly, "Sir, you've misunderstood me... Baishatan!"

Upon hearing the words "Baisha Pool," Wei Xun instantly sobered up considerably.

"Sir, I was forced... If I didn't persuade you to spend more... I would be punished when we got back to the club... I would be locked in the dark room... and..."

He didn't dare say the rest; those horrific images of punishment flashed through his mind, making him tremble.

Wei Xun understood.

He watched as Nan Yan curled up on the ground, crying like an abandoned kitten, and his anger was completely replaced by heartache.

How could he forget that Nan Yan came from that godforsaken place? Those people had plenty of ways to force him to obey.

Wei Xun bent down, reached out and pulled Nan Yan up from the ground, holding her tightly in his arms.

His palms were warm as he gently patted Nan Yan's back, his touch light, as if soothing a frightened little animal: "Silly girl, you won't go back to the club."

Wei Xun's voice was deep and firm: "I will keep you by my side forever, and no one can take you back to that hell."

"gentlemen……"

"I won't let you be punished." Wei Xun wiped the tears from his face with his thumb. "Now, tell me the truth, do you really want me to buy someone else?"

Nan Yan shook her head, suddenly broke free from his hand, and knelt down in front of him with a thud: "Sir... I don't want you to buy others... I can do anything they can for you. Please... please buy only me..."

His eyes were filled with fear and dependence, like a child afraid of being abandoned.

Wei Xun's heart tightened, and he quickly bent down to pull him up, hugging him back into his arms: "Silly boy, I only ever wanted you."

Nan Yan looked up at him: "Really?"

"Really. Baisha Pool."

These three words seemed to have a magical power, soothing all the unease in Nan Yan's heart.

Nan Yan's tears finally stopped.

Looking at his wet eyelashes, Wei Xun felt a strong possessiveness welling up inside him, along with an irresistible urge to tease him.

He raised his hand, his fingertips lightly tracing Nan Yan's cheek, his tone ambiguous: "You said, anything they can do, you can do for me?"

Nan Yan's face instantly turned bright red: "Mmm."

"Can you do AB and C/D?" Wei Xun deliberately brought up the contents of the catalog, his eyes filled with a smile.

Nan Yan blushed even more and whispered, "Yes."

"Can you EFG?" Wei Xun continued to tease him, gently pinching his chin with his fingertips.

Nan Yan lowered her head even further: "I...I'll try..."

Wei Xun couldn't help but laugh: "Silly boy, try it when you're older."

"Sir, I'm all grown up now," Nan Yan retorted, raising her head.

"You're still young."

Nan Yan pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Sir, you don't want to be with me anymore because... because you have countless other women?"

Wei Xun raised an eyebrow and asked, "Who said that?"

"I overheard people talking about it in the alley behind the bakery," Nan Yan said, her voice a little downcast.

Wei Xun laughed and hugged him even tighter: "Those are all rumors. I don't have countless women, I only have you."

Nan Yan's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Hmm." Wei Xun teased him deliberately, "Are you that happy?"

"Of course I'm happy." Nan Yan nodded vigorously. "Now, I am your only one, of course I'm happy."

Wei Xun found his overjoyed expression extremely endearing.

He raised his hand and stroked Nan Yan's lips like a cat toy: "So happy? Then give me a kiss."