Mrs. Fu, please be mindful of the appropriate boundaries.

Tang Jinchao was disgusted.

He stared at his shirt that had been sprayed with saliva, then reached out and slapped the cake next to him directly onto Gu Feibai's face.

Young Master Gu had suffered all night and was also drunk. He staggered around and somehow managed to escape.

Then the cake was pressed directly onto the chef's cheek.

Enraged, Yu Shinan grabbed a wine glass and splashed it directly at Tang Jinzhao, who silently hid behind Fu Jingting.

Fu Jingting could have dodged, but with Qingcheng by his side, he had no choice but to put his arm around Xu Qingcheng and turn his back, spilling the wine on the back of his head.

The air reeked of alcohol.

It's a mess.

Fu Sichen: "..."

Xu Qingcheng, "..."

Then everyone was wiped out.

Xu Qingcheng invited Fu Sichen to stay overnight.

"No way, I'm already full from eating dog food." Fu Sichen blushed, her face burning as she recalled what she had seen earlier.

The woman was being held by the man and pressed against the wall.

The most primal sexual tension between men and women is powerful, alluring, and intimate, seemingly emanating from every pore.

One glance, and it's there; you can't take your eyes off it.

Fu Sichen glanced at Yu Shinan, who was wiping away cream with a tissue. His arms, hidden under his shirt, were strong and powerful, and the movement of his arms outlined the lines of his muscles.

Her heart was pounding wildly, so wildly. For the first time, she longed to hold him, to hold Nan Ge like Qingcheng held her second brother, and to be held by him like her second brother held Qingcheng.

Fu Sichen turned his gaze back to Xu Qingcheng, the beautiful girl's almond-shaped eyes burning with passion.

Xu Qingcheng was taken aback by her gaze. "What's wrong?"

Fu Sichen's face flushed slightly. She leaned close to Xu Qingcheng and hummed as if she wanted to ask something, but after humming for a while, Xu Qingcheng finally understood.

She asked, "Do men react to just any woman?"

Xu Qingcheng was taken aback. "Why are you asking this?"

"Just curious," Fu Sichen laughed. She was already twenty, not just ten. She probably knew a lot about Japanese adult films, but she wouldn't specifically watch them.

There are still many things we don't understand about men: why do they sleep with women they don't like?

Is that kind of thing really that fun?

She just bumped into Brother Nan, and he seemed to be...

Fu Sichen bit her lip. What should she think?

Xu Qingcheng looked at her. "You have a boyfriend?"

"Hmm?" Fu Sichen shook his head. "No."

Xu Qingcheng frowned, wanting to say something, but Fu Sichen had already run away. She skipped over and wrapped her arms around Yu Shinan's arm, "Brother Nan, could you give me a ride home?"

His arms were wrapped around her chest; his arms felt like iron, rough and painful.

But her embrace was too soft, and Yu Shinan pulled his arms away.

The little girl held on tightly, and he tried to pull her away a few times but couldn't.

But the forced contact and friction made my skin feel like it was on fire.

Yu Shinan lowered his head.

The pretty young girl had her hair tied in a small ponytail. She was youthful and beautiful, with fine downy hairs clearly visible on her delicate skin. Her smile was bright and flawless, without a trace of coquettishness.

The man's brow furrowed slightly, but he still scolded, "Let go of my hand and walk properly."

"I was afraid you'd get drunk, so I was helping you."

"I'm not drunk."

Yu Shinan withdrew his hand and pushed her into the car.

He got into the car from the other side and instructed the driver to take her back to the Fu family first.

As the car drove away from Jingshan No. 1, Yu Shinan turned his head slightly and looked out the car window. The light show that had been set up in the villa's courtyard was still going on, creating a warm and romantic atmosphere.

Who would have thought that Fu Jingting would be the first among them to get married and have children?

Therefore, life is unpredictable and ever-changing.

Yu Shinan chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes.

The alcohol was too strong, swirling around in the enclosed space. The car's air conditioning was on full blast, but Fu Sichen felt like the blood in her veins was burning. She hadn't drunk a drop, but she felt like she was drunk.

She turned her head to look at the man beside her; his sharply defined features exuded a sense of hardness and ruggedness.

She leaned closer to him, her arm pressed against his. Her fair, delicate skin and her rugged, tanned skin were like fine wheat flour and wild mountain soil—different, yet interdependent.

His arm was equivalent to one and a half of hers, and it looked like he could easily break it with a single twist.

A deep, indescribable longing rose within me—a burning yearning for power.

It's better if he suffers the consequences.

"Brother Nan." Fu Sichen quietly touched his arm. The alcohol seemed to seep out from his skin, hot, a stark contrast to her icy coldness.

Are you drunk?

Yu Shinan hummed in response, without opening his eyes.

The excitement and happiness of the occasion spread to their companions, leading to some drinking.

Not quite drunk, but the effects of the alcohol made me feel sluggish and incoherent.

The man's groan, hoarse and languid, reeking of alcohol, poured straight into Fu Sichen's ear canal, setting the entire earlobe ablaze.

It burned right up to my heart.

She knelt on one knee on the chair, turned to look at his face, and had some cream still stuck to her ear.

She reached out and scraped the cream residue from his ear.

The man's sideburns were shaved, and pressing them with my fingertips felt slightly itchy.

Her fingers slid down from his sideburns to his chin, the edges of which, covered by green stubble, were stained with a little purple jam.

Fu Sichen suddenly had an extremely crazy idea: she wanted to lick it off for him.

She knelt on one knee on the chair, supported herself on the back of the chair with one hand, and leaned down.

The woman's soft body pressed against his arm. Yu Shinan's arm moved slightly, and before he could react, he felt something touch his chin.

Soft.

Moist.

It's over in an instant.

He suddenly opened his eyes and met Fu Sichen's eyes.

Their eyes, as dazzling and radiant as starlight, still reflected the light from the outside world even in the black-filled carriage, as precious as black pearls.

Her lips were pink, as tender and bouncy as jelly.

He looked at her, frowned slightly, and didn't move.

The man's eyes, which he suddenly opened, were still like those of a lurking wild beast, even though they were tinged with alcohol. Their sharpness was unreserved, and their ferocity was fully revealed.

Fu Sichen felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

She bit her lip, her voice slightly stammering, "You have...you have cream on your face."

She held up her finger, with a touch of creamy white on the tip.

Her fair and delicate fingers looked exquisite in the occasional glimpse of streetlights.

Yu Shinan stood up, and Fu Sichen, following his movement, leaned back and almost fell.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her back, his hand naturally pressing her shoulder to the side. "Sit properly."

Fu Sichen sat properly beside him.

Yu Shinan rested his elbows on his knees, leaned his upper body slightly forward, and casually brushed his fingers against his chin.

The place where a woman has touched.

A fire broke out.

It burns down to the surface of the skin.

He fiddled with the collar of his shirt, loosening one button, then another, unable to suppress the fire within him.

The veins on the man's temples bulged, and he cursed under his breath, calling him a beast.

When Fu Sichen was five or six years old, she would follow them around like a pretty doll. Later, when she got a little older, she stopped playing with them.

Later, when she got a little older, she became his personal taster.

She's no different from my own sister.

The phone rang, and Fu Sichen glanced at it; it was Lin Yuanqing.

She pursed her lips, moved aside, and turned her head to look out the car window.

My heart was still pounding, but this phone call suddenly plunged me into despair.

Lin Yuanqing asked him where he was.

"Take Sichen home," Yu Shinan replied.

"What's next? Do you have any other plans?" Lin Yuanqing seemed to smile slightly. "Should I wait for you at the Silver Bay Hotel, or should I come to your place?"

These words pierced Fu Sichen's ears like needles; she shouldn't have heard them through the phone.

But I still heard it.

The communication between adult men and women is direct, naked, and without any concealment.

Yu Shinan seemed to chuckle as well, a very low laugh that came from his chest but was abruptly swallowed back down his throat.

He turned his head to look out the car window on his side, where his blurry shadow and the girl next to him were reflected in the tinted glass.

Her long hair, reaching all the way down her back, was tied behind her head. She was youthful and fiery. Her white t-shirt was very short, and her navel was slightly exposed when she raised her hand.

Her slender waist, with a slight sway, is not just sexy, but like a fish leaping out of the water.

Fresh and alive.

Yu Shinan thought of how he went to the market early in the morning to select the freshest fish.

He pinned her to the cutting board with one hand, leaving her to live or die in his hands.

He closed his eyes briefly, banishing all the demons that festered in the darkness, his voice sounding hoarse. "Go to the Silver Bay Hotel and wait for me."

He accepted the invitation.

The world of a mature man is never as simple as a blank sheet of paper.

The burning body needs an outlet.

Fu Sichen suddenly kicked his leg hard.

Yu Shinan hissed as he hung up the phone, turning to look at her. "What?"

"What are you doing?" Fu Sichen sat up straight and glared at him. "What time is it? Why are you still going back to the Silver Bay Hotel? The chef has already left work. What are you doing there?"

Her chest felt swollen and painful.

How could she not know what he was going to do?

Even if most people knew, they wouldn't ask directly.

It's something that's understood without being spoken of.

But she couldn't hold it in; it just wouldn't work.

She didn't want to.

She can't take it.

"Just a kid," Yu Shinan muttered, pushing her forehead away without taking it seriously.

With just a gentle push, Fu Sichen was knocked back into his seat.

Her eyes immediately welled up with tears.

With a "whoosh".

Cried.

Yu Shinan, "..."

Why are you crying?

"You're bullying me."

"How did I bully you?"

"You're just bullying me."

She kicked his leg and pinched his arm. "Brother Nan, do you want to sleep with Lin Yuanqing?"

"..." Damn it.

This question was so blunt, Yu Shinan was really exasperated. How was he supposed to answer it?

He reached up and grabbed his collar, only to realize that he had just unbuttoned it.

He didn't answer, so she took it as a yes.

She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. "What's so great about her? She ran off with someone else, but now that you're up, she's back clinging to you, and you actually give her the time of day. Don't you find her disgusting?"

"What does a child know?" Yu Shinan's forehead twitched, and he reached out to take a tissue and handed it to her.

"I'm not young, I'm only seven years younger than you." She slapped his hand away, refusing the tissue he offered.

I simply stopped wiping away my tears.

She stared at him with those big, watery eyes. She was young, had a good figure, and wore no makeup. She was as tender as a piece of tofu that would melt in your mouth.

It would crumble if you tried to pick it up with a chopstick.

"Isn't seven years younger than him still considered young?"

Yu Shinan chuckled, his throat tickling under her gaze. He raised his hand to touch the buttons on his collar, then lowered it again. "Si Chen, adult matters are complicated. Yuan Qing isn't as bad as you think."

Upon hearing him call Yuan Qing so affectionately, Fu Sichen's mind was filled with rage.

"What is Lin Yuanqing to you? Girlfriend? Fiancée?" Fu Sichen's eyes were still filled with tears, yet there was a stubbornness in them. These tears were not pitiful, but seemed to be full of life, as if the morning dew had entered her eyes.

It makes you want to inhale it all at once.

Yu Shinan did not answer.

Fu Sichen certainly didn't know enough about the details of his family affairs, but given the relationship between the two families, she knew more than anyone else.

The two families were ostensibly discussing a marriage agreement, but nothing was actually settled.

"She's not your fiancée, nor your girlfriend, yet you slept with her. That's...that's..." Fu Sichen stammered for a long time before finally managing to utter three words, "Immoral."

immoral?

Love between a man and a woman is consensual.

What does this have to do with immorality?

Yu Shinan rubbed his temples, wanting to laugh.

I held back.

I couldn't resist.

He was actually laughing?

Fu Sichen reached out and shoved him on the shoulder. "What are you laughing at? Didn't you learn about propriety, morality, and a sense of shame? Don't you understand?"

I got lectured by a little brat.

Yu Shinan let out a soft laugh, so low it was swallowed by her voice.

Propriety, righteousness, integrity, and a sense of shame.

As people get older, they realize that in this world, those with too much pride and too little self-esteem cannot survive.

It falls from a height and is crushed into mud.

Anyone can step on you.

After the pain subsided, I could shake my shoulders and regain my sense of self no matter how much I stepped on them.

That's settled then.

She was too young, too innocent; the complexities of the world had never clouded her judgment. She was simple yet stubborn, pure yet adorable.

The Fu family gave her a world where she could live a simple and carefree life.

He also hoped that she could continue like this.

The car suddenly swerved, and Fu Sichen, completely unaware, crashed into it, her shoulder slamming into the car window, causing her to cry out in pain.

Before she could regain her balance, the sudden braking caused her body to lurch forward again.

My arm was grabbed and a hand blocked my head.

He pulled her into his arms.

The man's smell of alcohol wafted into my nostrils, stronger than anywhere else in the carriage.

Yu Shinan looked up and asked, "What's wrong?"

"You hit someone."

The driver said, "Get out of the car and check."

Fu Sichen nestled in his arms, motionless, her fingers clutching his shirt, and she could hear his heartbeat.

thump thump thump

So close.

Yu Shinan reached out and gently tugged at her ponytail. "Hey, why were you so quiet? Did you bump your head?"

Fu Sichen looked up and deliberately bumped his head against his chin, saying, "You're the one who hurt your head."

Her head pushed up on Yu Shinan's chin from below, forcing him to lift his jaw. The strands of her hair tickled his Adam's apple.

He reached out and grabbed her head, trying to push her away.

He hooked his fingers around her hair tie and pulled it down, causing it to come undone.

Fu Sichen's hair is long and smooth, and the purple highlights she dyed a while ago are not very noticeable in the dark.

The kind of flowing black hair described in storybooks is probably like this.

It spread out.

The hairs brushed across his cheeks, neck, and arms, like countless ants crawling all over him.

Yu Shinan shoved the person away and got out of the car.

The evening breeze was hotter than the car's air conditioning.

The effects of alcohol and heat are combined and fermented.

I received a message on my phone from Lin Yuanqing saying that she had arrived at the Silver Bay Hotel.

Yu Shinan glanced at it but didn't reply.

He took out a cigarette and lit it, his arm draped over the car as he watched the driver talk to another man, a young man riding a BMW motorcycle with tattoos covering his entire arm; he looked very tough.

Yu Shinan listened to his taunts and a smile crept onto his lips.

The driver was an elderly man from the Yu family, a very honest old man over fifty, who turned red in the face after being scolded.

He came over and told Yu Shinan, "You're trying to scam me."

Fu Sichen wanted to get out of the car, but she pushed the door open several times, only to have him press his hand against the door, preventing her from getting out.

The other side of the car door was stuck against the green belt, making it difficult to get out.

She knocked on the window from inside, asking him to move aside, because she wanted to come down too.

Yu Shinan lowered her eyes and looked at the person inside through the glass. Her long hair was loose and fell down, making her face look even smaller.

Small.

It was small to begin with.

Fu Sichen shouted from inside, "Move aside, I want to get off the bus."

She pressed herself against the car window, almost touching it.

Yu Shinan reached out and tapped her through the glass. As his fingers landed, Fu Sichen instinctively closed her eyes and backed away.

The man chuckled, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

He gave no instructions, so the driver remained silent and simply stood by and waited.

I watched him playfully tease the little girl in the car, keeping my eyes down and my mind focused.

The child is from an acquaintance's family, and the Yu family is also acquainted with her. It wasn't explicitly stated, but it's almost like Yu Shinan has gained a younger sister.

The young man waiting on the side couldn't hold back any longer and rushed over, only managing to say "feed" once.

Yu Shinan looked up, suddenly grabbed his arm, and slammed him against the car.

With a bang.

Fu Sichen, sitting in the car, was so frightened that he took a few steps back.

I saw someone had stuck their face to the car window.

The man was forced into the car, and Yu Shinan grabbed one of the young man's arms and pinned him behind his back. "You want money?"

The tattooed young man cursed as his arm was broken, his forehead beaded with cold sweat from the pain. But when he saw Yu Shinan's face, he swallowed back all the words he was saying.

"Brother Nan, Brother Nan, I was blind to your greatness."

"You call me Brother Nan?" Yu Shinan's eyes were cold and ruthless. He tightened his grip, and the joints of the tattooed young man's arm cracked.

He was seething with anger, and this guy just happened to walk right into his life; he deserved it.

Fu Sichen sat in the car, not daring to get close, and hid on the other side.

After a while, the noise outside stopped.

But no one got on the bus.

Fu Sichen pushed open the car door; this time it was easy.

No one stopped her.

She got out of the car, and Yu Shinan leaned against the hood, smoking.

She leaned closer to take a look, and the injury wasn't too serious.

Yu Shinan watched as she bent over to look, her hair cascading down her back as she bent over.

He finished his cigarette. "Get in the car."

Fu Sichen went to the back seat and saw him pull open the passenger seat.

Why did you sit in the front?

"Help Uncle Liu watch the road."

Yu Shinan sat down inside.

Uncle Liu glanced at him but said nothing.

Fu Sichen got into the car and slammed the door shut with a loud bang.

The car had just driven off when, after a short while, she grabbed his seat with her arm and leaned her head close. "Brother Nan, can I use your phone? My phone's dead."

Yu Shinan tilted his head to the side, moving away a little.

Fu Sichen handed his phone to him.

Shut down.

It's impossible to tell whether there's electricity or not.

The little girl put the phone away again, refusing to let him touch it.

She nudged his shoulder, signaling him to hand her the phone.

Yu Shinan was too lazy to expose her, so he simply handed her his phone.

Fu Sichen took the phone, accessed his WeChat, and found Lin Yuanqing.

There's a message she just sent me, saying she's arrived at the Silver Bay Hotel.

Fu Sichen stared at his phone, wishing he could poke a hole through it.

Annoyed, she threw her phone at Yu Shinan.

"Uncle Liu, stop the car, I'm getting off here."

Uncle Liu glanced at Yu Shinan, whose face was expressionless. He lowered the car window slightly and looked ahead. "Turn at the intersection and stop the car."

After turning the corner, you'll basically be in her villa area.

Fu Sichen got out of the car at the intersection, his eyes red with anger as he watched the car drive away.

She stood there, under the streetlight, the little girl's eyes filled with tears, still not going home, and hailed a taxi.