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

Only Wei Xun, Qing Lin, and Xiao Min remained in the office, the air still thick with the anger from earlier.

"Mr. Wei, please calm down." Qinglin carefully stepped forward: "Young Master Dou is just... well, he's a bit slow-witted, you don't need to get angry with him."

Wei Xun walked to his desk and took a few gulps of cold water.

Wei Xun put down his water glass: "I'm going home, right away."

"But Mr. Wei... the 4 PM meeting is to discuss the follow-up progress of the project in the neighboring city..."

"They can discuss it," Wei Xun interrupted her. "Just send me the meeting minutes and discussion results; I'll look at them later."

His mind was filled with thoughts of Nan Yan; the anger that Dou Xiao had just provoked had almost made him lose his temper.

The thought of his Nan Yan being coveted by other men filled him with uncontrollable rage.

I can't wait any longer, I have to go home right now and pin him against the wall.

Wei Xun picked up his suit jacket from the sofa, strode out of the office, got his car from the underground garage, and drove to Huayao Mansion Villa.

After a frustrating drive, the car finally pulled into my garage.

As soon as Wei Xun opened the car door, he could faintly hear the sound of reading coming from his home.

The voice was clear and earnest; it was Nan Yan's voice.

Wei Xun stopped in his tracks, a sudden realization striking him.

How could he forget that this was the time when Teacher Zhang would be giving Nan Yan her lesson?

I was so blinded by anger that I was only thinking about coming back to see Nan Yan, and I completely forgot about this.

Wei Xun stood in the garage, not going in immediately, but slowing his breathing.

The sound of reading coming from upstairs was very clear, and it sounded like a peaceful and serene time.

The anger in his heart seemed to be soothed little by little by this voice, leaving only a faint sense of guilt.

Just now at the company, he even had a fleeting impulse to vent his anger on Nan Yan—

But Nan Yan knew nothing. He was still attending class diligently and waiting patiently for him to come home.

Wei Xun walked to his car and got back into the driver's seat.

He took out his phone, opened the home security camera app, and clicked to enter the surveillance footage from the study.

The surveillance footage was very clear. Nan Yan was sitting at her desk with her back straight, holding a textbook in her hand, reading the text aloud with Teacher Zhang.

Teacher Zhang sat in the chair next to him, holding a pen, and would stop from time to time to explain the knowledge points.

Nan Yan listened attentively, and when she encountered something she didn't understand, she would ask questions promptly, in a respectful and polite tone.

"This character is pronounced 'kui,' meaning to give something away for free," Teacher Zhang explained patiently, pointing to the character in the textbook.

"馈...馈赠." Nan Yan read it aloud.

"Very good." Teacher Zhang smiled and continued.

As Wei Xun watched the footage on the monitor, a gentle smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

The anger from before completely dissipated, replaced by tenderness and heartache.

Nan Yan is so good, so earnest and so well-behaved.

Despite coming from such a terrible place, he still maintains such a pure thirst for knowledge, which is not annoying at all.

He was really confused just now, actually wanting to take his anger out on Nan Yan because of Dou Xiao's stupidity.

Wei Xun cursed himself in his heart, feeling even more guilty.

In the surveillance footage, Teacher Zhang had finished teaching the text and started teaching Nan Yan new idioms.

"Repeat after me, '心满意足' (xīn mǎn mì zú). This idiom means that one is very satisfied and has no other desires." Teacher Zhang said, "Nanyan, make a sentence using this idiom."

Nan Yan thought about it carefully, and said with clear eyes, "I am content to live with you, sir."

Upon hearing this, Wei Xun's fingers tightened slightly as he gripped his phone, and his eyes welled up with tears.

This little guy always manages to touch the softest part of his heart so easily.

Teacher Zhang was also taken aback for a moment, then smiled, her eyes filled with satisfaction and emotion: "Nanyan, you made a very good sentence."

He picked up his pen and wrote another idiom on the draft paper: "to repay kindness with gratitude."

"Nan Yan, do you know what this idiom means?"

Nan Yan shook her head: "I don't know."

"Being grateful and repaying kindness means recognizing the kindness others have shown you and thinking about how to repay them."

Teacher Zhang patiently explained, "Mr. Wei has been so good to you, providing you with accommodation, letting you study, and even taking you to learn baking. That's a great kindness to you. You should think about repaying him, right?"

Nan Yan nodded immediately, her eyes resolute: "Yes."

"Have you thought about how you want to repay Mr. Wei?" Teacher Zhang asked.

Nan Yan frowned: "I don't know. Sir lacks nothing, and I... I have no money either."

"It doesn't necessarily have to be something expensive for Mr. Wei," Teacher Zhang smiled. "There are many ways to repay his kindness, such as doing something to make him happy. As long as it's something you genuinely want to do, Mr. Wei will appreciate it."

He glanced at the clock on the wall, stood up, and said, "Alright, that's all for today's lesson. Time's up."

Nan Yan also stood up and bowed respectfully.

As Teacher Zhang packed her bag, she said to Nan Yan, "You can keep that question about 'how to repay Mr. Wei' as your homework. Write a diary entry; it doesn't have to be long, just write down your true thoughts."

"Okay, Teacher Zhang." Nan Yan nodded earnestly.

In the surveillance footage, after seeing Teacher Zhang off, Nan Yan returned to her desk, sat down, opened her composition book, and began to think seriously.

He frowned slightly and occasionally bit the pen tip, looking incredibly cute.

Wei Xun watched the monitor, his heart melting completely.

He turned off the monitoring software, opened the car door, and picked up the largest teddy bear from the back seat.

The teddy bear was taller than him, so it was a bit difficult to carry him. He could only carry it on his shoulder, with the glutinous rice cake in his hand, and walk home.

As soon as I opened the door, I heard a surprised exclamation from upstairs: "Sir is back?"

As if sensing something, Nan Yan ran downstairs and her eyes lit up instantly when she saw Wei Xun at the door.

"Sir! It really is you back!" Nan Yan ran up to him quickly, her eyes full of surprise: "Wow, what a huge bear!"

"Yes, this is for you." Wei Xun put the teddy bear down on the clean carpet in the living room.

Nan Yan reached out and hugged the bear's arm, pressing her face against its soft fur, her eyes narrowing into slits.

Seeing him so happy, the last bit of gloom in Wei Xun's heart dissipated.

Ten minutes later, Aunt Chen brought the food to the table: four dishes and a soup.

"Mr. Wei, Young Master Nan Yan, dinner is ready."

Aunt Chen served them their rice, exchanged a few polite words, and then left with her things: "Mr. Wei, Young Master Nan Yan, I'm going back now. I'll come back early tomorrow morning to clean up the dishes."

"Okay." Wei Xun nodded.

"How was your day at the bakery?" Wei Xun asked while eating.

Mentioning the bakery, Nan Yan excitedly said, "I made cookies! I made them really well, and Sister Dan said my batch sold out the fastest!"

As he spoke, he pulled a small plastic card from his pocket and handed it to Wei Xun: "Sir, look! This is my work ID! Sister Dan just gave it to me today!"

Wei Xun took the work badge, which had Nan Yan's photo on it. In the photo, Nan Yan was wearing the bakery's uniform and smiling happily.

Next to it were written the words "Apprentice Nan Yan", as well as the name and logo of the "Senmu" bakery.

"That's amazing." Wei Xun returned the work permit to Nan Yan: "Our Nan Yan has a work permit now, she's a little adult."

Nan Yan blushed slightly upon receiving the praise, but couldn't help but smile and say, "Sister Dan said that after I learn for a while longer, I'll be able to make small cakes on my own."

"Yes, I believe you can do it." Wei Xun put some more food on his plate.

The meal was very warm and cozy. Nan Yan kept sharing with Wei Xun the interesting things that happened at the bakery that day, such as meeting a very cute child, and Zhang Qiang slipping and falling flat on his face while mopping the floor.

Wei Xun listened patiently, his eyes overflowing with doting affection.

After finishing her meal, Nan Yan took the initiative to pick up her own bowl, intending to take it to the kitchen to wash.

Wei Xun stopped him: "You don't need to wash it, Aunt Chen will come to clean it up tomorrow. Go and bring today's homework over, the teacher will check it."

"Okay!" Nan Yan quickly ran upstairs.

Wei Xun sat on the sofa in the living room and waited.

Soon, Nan Yan came running downstairs, clutching a notebook, her voice brimming with pride: "Sir, I can write a diary now!"

"Oh? That's amazing?" Wei Xun said with a smile as he accepted it.

Surprisingly, the handwriting on the notebook was neat and tidy, with each stroke showing a serious attitude, although it was still mixed with a lot of pinyin and typos.

However, after reading only one sentence, Wei Xun's pupils suddenly contracted—

[Date: Year, Month, Day, Weekday] This is how I want to repay my teacher.

The deleted diary entries were essentially about how I wanted to specifically do something for my husband to repay him.

……

Wei Xun's expression instantly became strange and complicated: "...Nan Yan, are you sure you want to show this to Teacher Zhang?"

"How could that be!" Nan Yan hurriedly pointed to the cover of the notebook.

He crossed out the words "Composition Book" that were originally printed on it and added the words "Diary" next to it.

"Sir, Teacher Zhang said that a diary is for writing down one's true feelings, and teachers and parents are not allowed to read it!"

Wei Xun sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation: "That's all nonsense for kids. When I was little, I always secretly read my brother's diary. I knew all about his little crushes on girls."

"Sir, you have a younger brother?" Nan Yan's eyes lit up immediately.

"Hey, is that the point?!" Wei Xun flicked his forehead, bringing the topic back on track: "The point is that bald teacher Zhang will definitely sneakily flip through your notebook when you're not looking."

Wei Xun was probably just worrying unnecessarily, but he didn't think he was being overly anxious at all.

Before Nan Yan could react, he tore the first page of the notebook with a "rip" and stuffed it into his suit pocket, his tone leaving no room for argument: "You rewrite it. Write that you will study hard and use this to repay me."

Nan Yan blinked, looking up at him with a puzzled expression: "But sir... don't you like me deleting, deleting, deleting, deleting...?"

When the boy said these sensitive words, his eyes were as clear as a pool of water, without a trace of impure thoughts.

Wei Xun was stunned by his completely innocent appearance. His ears inexplicably burned, and his cheeks flushed slightly. He was somewhat unable to resist.

"Well... it's not that I don't like it." He looked away, his voice muffled, not daring to look Nan Yan in the eye.

Nan Yan immediately asked earnestly, "Then, may I repay you in that way, sir?"

Wei Xun's Adam's apple bobbed: "Falling... falling isn't necessarily a bad thing..."