I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

Fu Wanqing's light, warm breath brushed against his neck, mingling with the faint peach scent from her hair.

Her body pressed tightly against his chest, the girl's soft curves pressing against him without reservation through the thin fabric of her clothes.

He could feel her heartbeat; it was fast, even faster than his.

She wrapped her arms around him tighter, her fingertips gently gripping his shirt on his back.

Her lips brushed from the side of his neck down to below his Adam's apple.

Every touch was a cautious exploration, yet also a reckless indulgence.

His long pink hair cascaded over his shoulders, the ends brushing against his collarbone, tickling his back.

"I'm really scared."

Her voice came out muffled from the crook of his neck, with a slight tremor at the end.

"Gu Yan, you'll protect me, right? Please don't get engaged to Miss Chen."

Gu Yan felt a tingling sensation on her neck, and her whole body froze on the spot as if she had been electrocuted.

His hand hung in mid-air, unsure of where to put it. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was somewhat dry.

"Wanqing, do you know what you're doing?"

Fu Wanqing lifted her head from the crook of his neck, her amber eyes filled with innocent confusion.

Her eyelashes fluttered twice, as if she were pondering a very simple question.

"I know, I'm hugging you. I see girls on TV doing this to boys they like."

"I don't really understand these things, but I only want to do this with you."

She said this with such seriousness, as if she had discovered some profound truth.

There was not a trace of shyness on her face, only pure and unreserved seriousness.

"Don't worry, I'll only treat Gu Yan like this. I'll only be good to you."

Gu Yan rubbed her forehead and massaged her temples twice with her fingers.

"It's not just a problem with me. This kind of behavior is inappropriate in itself, and it wouldn't work for anyone."

He looked into the girl's clear, almost transparent amber eyes.

Those eyes held no impurities, nor any wavering.

He suddenly didn't know what else to say.

She genuinely didn't seem to see anything wrong with it, and the less she thought there was a problem, the more he felt there was a big problem.

Just then, the adoptive mother's loud voice came from outside.

"Wanqing, Mr. Gu, come out for dinner."

The table was laden with dishes: braised pork ribs, steamed sea bass, and several stir-fries—even more plentiful than the last time I visited.

The foster mother was still busy in the kitchen, bringing out the last bowl of soup and placing it on the table.

The adoptive father sat in the main seat and poured Gu Yan a cup of tea, a gentle smile on his face.

Since learning about what happened in the basement, Gu Yan's feeling while sitting at this dining table is completely different from the first time.

His adoptive mother's gesture of serving him food was still warm, and his adoptive father's hand was still steady as he poured him tea.

But when he saw the dishes, the strong smell of blood from the basement involuntarily flashed through his mind.

Cecilia had warned him that his adoptive parents were not ordinary people.

But now he can only continue to look for clues in Fu Wanqing's diary, unless he goes to the basement again.

Given Fu Wanqing's level of vigilance last time, he would have to find an absolutely perfect opportunity to go to the basement again.

Seeing that Gu Yan seemed a little distracted while picking up food, her adoptive father exchanged a glance with her adoptive mother.

He put down his chopsticks and asked in a gentle voice.

"Mr. Gu, is the food not to your liking? Or is something on your mind?"

Gu Yan snapped out of her daze and quickly shook her head.

"No, no, the food was delicious, it's just that I drank too much milk tea earlier."

His foster mother smiled and ladled him another bowl of soup, looking up at him as she placed the bowl in front of him.

She had some fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and her smile looked very kind.

But Gu Yan noticed that her gaze lingered on his face for a long time.

"Master Gu, I have never seen Wanqing care about someone so much."

"This child has never been one to be close to people, but this is the first time he's done so with you."

"Since you signed a contract with Wanqing, you must keep your word."

"No matter what happens, this contract cannot be broken."

Gu Yan nodded, picked up the soup bowl, and took a sip.

The soup was very flavorful, but he couldn't taste anything special.

Fu Wanqing sat opposite him, burying her head in the rice in her bowl.

Her chopsticks gently stirred the rice grains in the bowl, but her amber eyes kept secretly observing him.

Gu Yan quickly finished her meal, thanked her adoptive parents, and returned to the girl's room.

He sat on the edge of the bed, the sky outside the window was still bright, but his thoughts were as messy as a ball of yarn that had been scratched by a cat.

Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any major problems. The warm yellow color seen by the Eye of Emotion might just mean that Fu Wanqing is naturally cheerful.

There are some people in this world who can face anything with a smile, even if the sky falls. Maybe she is one of those people.

But the thought of taking his grandfather to South Africa made him feel like he had forgotten something very important.

It felt like a thorn was stuck in my throat, something I couldn't swallow or spit out.

He leaned against the headboard, put a pillow behind his back, and took out his phone to start a game.

Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore, or my brain will explode.

As darkness fell, the shadows of the trees outside the window changed from dark gray to pitch black.

Fu Wanqing pushed open the door and walked in. She had just taken a shower, and her long pink hair was half-wet and loose on her shoulders.

The water droplets at the ends of her hair weren't completely dried and were glistening under the light.

She was wearing a light pink slip dress, the material of which was very thin and clung to her skin due to the moisture from her body not being dried.

It outlines a slender waist and a slightly undulating chest.

She stood barefoot on the floor, her ankles still flushed a pale pink from being rinsed with hot water.

I walked to the bedside, lifted the covers, and crawled in. The mattress sank slightly.

She huddled under the covers, only half her face showing, her amber eyes flickering in the lamplight.

Gu Yan didn't say anything and continued to lean against the headboard playing on her phone.

He was texting Shen Youyao, his fingers typing rapidly on the screen.

Shen Youyao said that the martial arts exam is tomorrow, and she is a little nervous and can't sleep.

Gu Yan replied that it was normal to be nervous, and it would be abnormal not to be nervous. She told her to check the equipment she would need for tomorrow again.

After checking and counting sheep, he'll definitely fall asleep by the time he reaches one hundred.

Shen Youyao sent a cat nodding emoji and asked Gu Yan, "Are you really coming to see me tomorrow?"

Gu Yan replied that she would go, and told her to go to bed early and get some rest.

Fu Wanqing, huddled under the covers, watched him as he kept his head down playing on his phone. She pursed her lips and spoke.

The voice was soft: "Who are you messaging? That junior from junior school?"

Gu Yan hummed in agreement and said that Shen Youyao was a little nervous about the martial arts exam tomorrow, and he was giving her psychological counseling.

Fu Wanqing was silent for a few seconds, then turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

She muttered again, "You're so nice to everyone, but you never trust me."

Gu Yan paused in his typing, put down his phone, and looked at her profile.

"I don't distrust you."