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Mo Chengyan walked out of the counseling room, and his phone vibrated in his pocket. It was a message from a friend asking if he wanted to come to the race.

Mo Chengyan stared at the word "racing" on his phone screen, and his irritable mood finally found some outlet.

He quickly replied with "Come," then casually put his phone back in his pocket and strode towards the parking lot.

The moment the engine roared to life, wind rushed in through the car window, whipping his hair wildly. The strange heat and emotional turmoil seemed to be temporarily suppressed by the speed.

A crowd had gathered around the track. His friend, seeing him arrive, waved and laughed, "Yan-ge, you're finally here! We've been waiting for you to start!"

Mo Chengyan twitched the corner of his mouth, said nothing more, put on his helmet, and got into the race car.

As the traffic light turned green, he floored the accelerator, and the race car shot off like an arrow. The sharp, piercing sound of the tires screeching against the ground gradually relaxed his tense nerves.

He gradually became immersed in the speed and passion of racing, the steering wheel turning nimbly in his palm, each corner and acceleration precise and clean. The cheers from the sidelines and the roar of the engine intertwined, temporarily drowning out the inexplicable emotions in his mind.

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That day, Liu Yunshu transformed back into her cat form and tiptoed into Mo Chengyuan's study. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting dappled shadows on the floor. Mo Chengyuan was sitting behind his desk, engrossed in reading documents, his fingertips occasionally tapping the keyboard.

She flicked her fluffy tail and climbed up Mo Chengyuan's trouser leg.

The moment the soft paws touched Mo Chengyuan's calf, he stopped typing and looked down at his trouser leg.

A chestnut-colored ball of fur was tugging at his trouser leg, its round, amber eyes staring intently at him.

Mo Chengyuan chuckled softly, bent down, and picked her up. "Why did you suddenly decide to turn into a cat today?"

Liu Yunshu rubbed her little head against his palm, her little tail wrapped around his wrist affectionately.

Mo Chengyuan placed her on the desk, gently scratching her chin with his fingertips, causing her to squint her eyes comfortably and make a soft "gurgling" sound.

Seeing her comfortably sprawled on the desk, he picked up the documents again and began to read.

Liu Yunshu's eyes darted around, and she started causing trouble again.

She patted his folder and then scratched his fingers holding the pen.

Mo Chengyuan looked at her helplessly and took something out from the side.

Liu Yunshu tilted her head to look at what was in his hand. What was it?

Mo Chengyuan curled the corners of his mouth. "This is something I discovered after studying several videos. Yun Shu, give it a try."

His voice carried a hint of mischievous, eager anticipation.

Liu Yunshu unconsciously took a few steps back, letting out a low "meow" sound, her amber eyes full of vigilance.

Mo Chengyuan grabbed her petite body with his large hand. "Yun Shu, trust me, you'll feel very comfortable."

"Meow! Meow! Meow!"

Liu Yunshu unconsciously began to struggle. "Listen to your tone! Does it sound like you're enjoying it?"

Mo Chengyuan held the object and gently brushed it across her back.

Huh?! What... what is this? It feels so good!

Liu Yun squinted comfortably, her whole body instantly going limp, sprawling on the desk like a cat pancake.

Mo Chengyuan chuckled as he watched her go from bristling with resistance to completely collapsing.

Holding the pet comb in my fingertips, I gently combed her chestnut fur.

"I wasn't lying to you, was I?"

Liu Yunshu lazily raised her eyelids, her amber eyes filled with satisfaction, and gently licked his fingertips with her little tongue as a response.

She moved closer to him, revealing her back to him, signaling him to continue.

Mo Chengyuan chuckled and went along with her wishes, combing through the documents while looking at them.

The study was quiet, with only the scratching of a pen across paper and the soft rustling of a comb brushing through hair.

Liu Yunshu slumped beside the documents, her eyelids gradually growing heavy.

The warm sunshine on her skin, combined with the comfortable touch on her back, made her yawn slightly.

Its amber eyes slowly narrowed into slits, and soon it fell asleep with steady breathing, its little paws still unconsciously resting on the edge of Mo Chengyuan's documents.

After finishing a document, Mo Chengyuan looked down and saw the fluffy ball curled up in a small ball, its nose twitching slightly, as if it were having a sweet dream.

He stopped combing his hair and gently touched her soft ear with his fingertips.

Seeing that she was still asleep, he carefully moved her little hand away from the documents, afraid of disturbing her.

Liu Yunshu slowly woke up as the sun began to set.

She stretched, gently kicked her paws, and drowsily rubbed against Mo Chengyuan's wrist.

Mo Chengyuan had just finished signing the last document when he felt a soft itch on his wrist. He looked down and chuckled, "Awake? You slept all afternoon, you little lazybones."

He put down his pen, gently squeezing her chubby little hand with his fingertips. "Aunt Zhang made your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs, do you want to come and eat?"

Upon hearing the mention of "sweet and sour pork ribs," Liu Yunshu instantly snapped out of her daze, transformed, and pounced on Mo Chengyuan.

"Mo Chengyuan! Quick! Sweet and sour pork ribs!"

Mo Chengyuan caught Liu Yunshu as she lunged at him and then helped her put on her personal clothing.

"You're not wearing any clothes." Mo Chengyuan pinched her waist helplessly, his fingertips touching her delicate skin, then he couldn't help but loosen his grip. "Put your clothes on first, or you'll catch a cold."

Liu Yunshu squirmed in his arms and hooked her arms around his neck. "Mo Chengyuan, help me get dressed~"

Mo Chengyuan was at his wits' end with her clinging to him. He pinched her soft waist with his fingertips, his eyes full of indulgence: "You're always slacking off."

He picked up the off-white knitted dress from the side and carefully helped her put it on.

Looking at the man who was earnestly helping her get dressed, Liu Yunshu couldn't help but lean forward and kiss his chin.

"Mo Chengyuan, I like you~"

Mo Chengyuan's hand, which was helping her button her skirt, suddenly stopped. He then looked up, his deep eyes reflecting her radiant smile.

He reached out and pulled her closer, resting his chin gently on the top of her head, his voice low and tender: "I like you too, Yun Shu."

He then picked her up and carried her briskly towards the restaurant.

As soon as they reached the stairwell, they smelled the sweet and sour aroma wafting through the air. Liu Yunshu's eyes lit up instantly, and she squirmed restlessly in his arms.

"It smells so good! Mo Chengyuan, hurry up!"

Mo Chengyuan chuckled softly and quickened his pace: "Don't rush, no one's going to take it from you."

When they arrived at the restaurant, Zhang Ma was just putting the last plate of sweet and sour pork ribs on the table. When she saw Liu Yunshu arrive, her face immediately lit up with a smile.

"Madam, please try today's spare ribs."

Oh dear, ever since she met Madam, her culinary skills have finally been put to good use. Madam is truly her soulmate!

Liu Yunshu was placed on a dining chair by Mo Chengyuan. As soon as she sat down, she reached for the sweet and sour pork ribs on the table, but Mo Chengyuan gently patted the back of her hand.

"Wash your hands first."

Seeing this, Zhang Ma secretly glared at Mo Chengyuan. How could he hit the madam!

Watching Liu Yunshu obediently go to wash her hands, Zhang Ma felt a warm glow in her heart.

She turned and glared at Mo Chengyuan, muttering under her breath, "Young Master, Madam is so well-behaved, how could you bear to pat her hand?"

Mo Chengyuan: (ㅎ.ㅎ)

Mo Chengyuan's lips twitched as he looked at Zhang Ma's protective gaze.

Liu Yunshu came back skipping and hopping after washing her hands, and plopped down on the dining chair.

He reached out and picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork rib, stuffed it into his mouth, and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

"Mmm! Delicious! Aunt Zhang, the spare ribs are even more fragrant today than last time!"

Zhang Ma's attention was immediately diverted. She walked over to her with a smile, not forgetting to glare at Mo Chengyuan.

"If you like it, please eat more. There's still some soup simmering in the pot. I'll serve you a bowl later."

Zhang Ma felt her blood boiling and wished she could make a hundred or eighty dishes!

After saying that, he turned and went into the kitchen, leaving Mo Chengyuan alone in the empty dining room, shaking his head helplessly.

Well then! He's become superfluous.

Mo Chengyuan sat down next to Liu Yunshu, and seeing her chubby cheeks, he couldn't resist picking up a boneless pork rib and holding it to her lips.

"Eat slowly, be careful not to choke."

Liu Yunshu obediently opened her mouth to catch it, saying indistinctly, "Mmm... Mo Chengyuan, you should eat too, it's super delicious!"

As she spoke, she also picked up a small piece of pork rib and put it into his bowl, the sauce getting on her fingertips.

Before she could wipe it off, Mo Chengyuan reached out and took her hand, then lowered his head and gently licked the sauce off her fingertips.

Liu Yunshu's cheeks flushed instantly, and she quickly withdrew her hand, muttering softly, "Why are you like this..."

Mo Chengyuan chuckled softly, pinching her burning earlobe with his fingertips: "What's the big deal? Who was it that pestered me last time..."

Before Mo Chengyuan could finish speaking, Liu Yunshu interrupted him indignantly, "Then who was it that kept rubbing last time... um!"

Mo Chengyuan quickly covered her smacking mouth. Liu Yunshu glared at him and said, "What are you doing!"

Aunt Zhang stood at the kitchen doorway, holding a bowl of dried scallop and black chicken soup, looking at Mo Chengyuan with a strange expression. So this is the kind of young master you are!

Mo Chengyuan felt his Adam's apple bob as he looked at the gaze from Zhang Ma.

He quickly released his hand from Liu Yunshu's mouth, coughed dryly to try and cover it up: "Aunt Zhang, is the soup ready? Bring it over quickly."

Liu Yunshu quickly lowered her head and tried to pick at the rice in her bowl, pretending that she was invisible.

Zhang Ma suppressed her gossip, carried the soup to the table, and handed the bowl to Liu Yunshu with a smile.

"Madam, this soup has been simmering for three hours. Please drink more to nourish yourself."

As he spoke, he glanced meaningfully at Mo Chengyuan, his eyes seeming to say, "Young man, be mindful of your behavior."

Mo Chengyuan: "..."

He now fully understands what it means to "lift a rock only to drop it on your own foot."