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

"Not yet, I'll let you know when I decide." He said as he juiced the chopped cucumber.

Fu Sichen bit her lip lightly. The air conditioning in the room was a bit cool, and she felt her teeth chattering as they clattered together. "Aunt Yu, you never agreed before, why did you suddenly agree?"

Yu Shinan did not reply.

Fu Sichen didn't press for more details.

He cut fruit, juiced it, made jelly, and molded it, proceeding methodically step by step, each step accompanied by its own unique sound.

For such a rugged man to do these delicate and meticulous tasks seemed out of place, but he did them exceptionally well.

Every frame is worth saving; even the way he looks in his apron is handsome.

It had a strong sense of everyday life, making her feel very close to it.

I really like Nan Ge at this time.

I really want to hug him from behind.

With her face pressed against his back, she wanted to ask him if he could love someone else, like her, Fu Sichen.

Although she may still be a little immature, she will try her best to be good to him.

She wanted to kiss him, to kiss him until she couldn't breathe.

She wanted him to hold her and say the most shameless things, but she only blushed and showed him her face.

Life is peaceful and serene, with him, her, and delicious food.

This is the life she longs for and yearns for.

The cell phone on the side of the desk rang.

All her hopes and dreams were nothing but illusions, which could be easily shattered with a single phone call.

Fu Sichen stretched his neck.

Lin Yuanqing.

Yu Shinan stopped what he was doing, picked up the phone, and said, "Have you arrived? Wait for me at the front desk, I'm coming down."

After hanging up the phone, before he could speak, Fu Sichen raised his hand, "I'll handle the rest myself."

Yu Shinan took off his apron and handed it to her.

As she took it, he suddenly remembered, "You're on your period right now, right? Don't eat anything cold, or you'll get a stomachache."

After saying that, he picked up the crushed ice and was about to throw it away.

She suffers from severe menstrual cramps and has seen doctors and taken medication several times, but nothing has worked.

The first two days after I arrived were so difficult I felt like I was going to collapse.

But after that, nothing happened.

My dad consulted a familiar OB-GYN, and after asking about the situation, he only said that the medication wouldn't be very effective, and that things would improve after he got married and had children.

She stopped taking the medication after that, but she was very careful not to eat cold food during her period.

As long as the pressure isn't too great, her menstrual cramps aren't unbearable; they only last for one or two days each month.

Fu Sichen quickly stopped him from pouring out the shaved ice, "Not yet, you can eat it now."

"Be careful in the early stages too. If you're writhing in pain, no one can take your place," Yu Shinan reminded her gently. He had seen her cry from the pain several times.

The family scrambled to find her a hot water bottle.

It really hurt so much that my face turned white.

I remembered it later.

Looking back now, remembering a little girl's menstrual cycle really isn't something a good person would do.

Fu Sichen is not his biological sister after all.

"I understand," Fu Sichen replied, but then her expression suddenly changed, as if she had just thought of something.

My heart skipped a beat, but she easily denied it.

That can't be such a coincidence.

But she was in such a chaotic situation those two days that she genuinely forgot to take her morning-after pill.

Yu Shinan went to change his clothes and closed the bedroom door.

Fu Sichen glanced at her, then she lowered her eyes.

He used to not avoid talking about her.

The man changed out of his casual clothes and into dress pants and a shirt.

Formal attire.

With broad shoulders and narrow hips, and strong bone and muscle lines, he can make even simple clothes look sexy.

He stood in front of the mirror outside, straightening his clothes. Fu Sichen noticed the bruises on his finger joints. They had been soaked in water, and the blood had been washed away, but the wounds were still very noticeable.

She knew her way around to his medicine box and took out iodine.

"In your hand." She pointed to his hand and reached out to grasp the fingers of his right hand.

Her slender, white fingers gently pinched his; his skin was dark, a completely different color from hers.

Soft little hands, delicate, without a single callus, so tender they seem boneless.

His hands, like him, were rugged, heavy, not delicate, rough, but powerful.

Yu Shinan's gaze fell on her fair and rounded fingers, and a strange image flashed through his mind of a pair of hands frantically digging into his arm, leaving behind a series of finger marks.

The man's jawline tightened slightly, and he suddenly withdrew his hand.

"This is just a minor injury, no need to worry."

The sound was dark, muffled, and deep, creating a distance between the two of them.

Fu Sichen looked up at him, her lips moving but unable to speak.

Her eyes looked like black pearls, as if they had been washed with water, but they lacked light and luster, appearing dull and pitiful.

He frowned, his mind in turmoil, clicked his tongue, and held out his hand to her. "Apply it."

I used a cotton swab dipped in iodine to disinfect it.

Yu Shinan watched as she gently touched it, her head bowed. He lowered his eyes to look at the small hair clip on her head.

She really is a young girl.

Pineapple, strawberry, kiwi, carrot, cherry.

It felt like my throat had been squeezed hard, and I had trouble breathing for a moment.

Yu Shinan straightened his shirt collar and glanced away.

She kept her head down, her hair tied up on top of her head, revealing a section of her slender neck. Behind her neck, at the base of her hair, in a place she herself couldn't see, there was a faint tooth mark.

This location.

Someone else bit me.

At twenty-one, it's time to start dating.

But I still think she's young.

In a few years, when she's older, she'll know what kind of life she wants, her horizons will be broader, her mood will be more stable, and she'll choose a suitable person who can pamper her for a lifetime. Life will be simple at home, and she can also be simple and happy after marriage.

Fu Sichen lowered his head and asked him, "Brother Nan, is this a formal occasion?"

He usually dresses very casually unless it's a formal occasion.

"Go see Yuanqing's parents, see if they have any further requests, and discuss the wedding date."

Yu Shinan didn't shy away from her. Even if she didn't ask, he probably would have told her anyway. The best way to suppress the hidden, sordid desires in one's heart is to create a greater distance between the two of them.

She is the younger sister.

Just like he will get married.

She will too.

Fu Sichen's fingers trembled slightly as she held the cotton swab, but she still managed to wipe it clean for him steadily.

"Yuanqing is pregnant, so the wedding date will be closer to the wedding date." Yu Shinan said expressionlessly, as if he were talking about someone else's business, showing no joy whatsoever.

Her hand trembled, and the cotton swab slipped from her grasp and fell onto her shoe.

The white shoe surface was immediately stained with a dark purple stain.

Fu Sichen quickly bent down, picked up the cotton swab, and threw it into the trash can.

I tried to wipe the shoe surface with a tissue, but the stain wouldn't come off.

She frowned, forcing back her tears.

This is probably why Yu's mother agreed.

She had actually heard about it from her mother.

But when he said it, it was still different.

"Brother Nan, let me gossip a bit. When did you and her first start dating?" Fu Sichen asked with a smile.

She knew Lin Yuanqing was his ex-girlfriend, but she didn't know when they started dating.

Yu Shinan chuckled, "I can't remember either."

"We didn't intentionally start anything, we just got together. It was around when I was your age."

Fu Sichen murmured, "It's been a long time. Longer than me."

After so many years, we separated and then got back together.

That's it—I can't forget it. I like it very much. I love it very much.

No matter how much she disliked Lin Yuanqing, Nan-ge did.

Yu Shinan didn't hear her clearly and made a sound like "Hmm?"

"Brother Nan, I've decided not to prepare a wedding gift for you. I'm still a student." Fu Sichen said with a smirk.

She couldn't bring herself to give him and her a blessing against her will.

"I don't need anything." Yu Shinan didn't seem to care at all, just smiled and said, "I'll prepare it for you when you get married."

She smiled, her eyes crinkling.

Yu Shinan suddenly asked her, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

She looked up, puzzled, then shook her head. "No."

Yu Shinan clearly did not believe it.

There's no point in hiding it from him.

He pinched the back of her neck with his fingers. "You're still young, a girl. You need to know how to protect yourself. Don't let a man fool you with just a few words."

The Fu family protected her very well; they doted on her as their little princess. She had a simple, straightforward, and innocent personality, without much guile or scheming.

It's a good thing.

But she was also afraid that she would be taken away by an unreliable man, and the simplicity of her first half of life became a hindrance in the second half.

Fu Sichen wasn't stupid; she understood what he meant. Just as she was about to retort, she suddenly remembered something, and the skin on her neck where he had pressed her suddenly felt a burning sensation.

The heat hit my face.

It stained her delicate face red, the pinkish-white base color resembling peach blossom wine.

It has a charm that lies between a girl and a woman, both bittersweet, making one's bones itch and ache.

I wonder which scoundrel took advantage of her.

Yu Shinan suppressed the strange feeling in his heart; his chest felt like it had been emptied of air, making him feel suffocated.

Fu Sichen bit her lip lightly, unable to bring herself to deny it.

Her heart ached with a bitter taste, and tears welled up in her eyes. She bit her lip, lowered her head so he wouldn't see, and forced them back.

She didn't know why he always bit her there, biting so deeply and painfully. She couldn't see it, but it hurt especially when she was in the shower with shower gel.

Looking in two mirrors, I could see the deep teeth marks; the wound was broken, which was why it hurt.

But later the pain stopped, and she thought she couldn't see anymore.

There were still faint marks.

He said so.

He simply doesn't remember it at all.

He was about to do those blush-inducing things with other women, Fu Sichen pinched his fingers in his palm.

Distressed.

It hurts just like being cut open with a knife.

The phone rang again, but Yu Shinan didn't answer.

He handed her a card.

"I've changed the password for this room, and I've also changed the access code for the outside door. When you leave, just use this card to swipe the access card and leave the card at the front desk."

Fu Sichen couldn't even utter a simple "hmm".

His head buzzed; his private space was no longer allowed to be entered without permission.

The distinctive black card for the Silver Bay Hotel was designed by her.

Fu Sichen took it.

Her bewildered look was so innocent; she stared at him without asking why, yet it seemed as if tears could fall at any moment.

"Si Chen," Yu Shinan explained, "After I get married, you'll be older, and it won't be appropriate to continue like this."

Everyone needs private space.

Her two older brothers wouldn't let her come and go from their house so easily.

She understands.

Fu Sichen nodded heavily, forcing a smile, "I know that, giving you your private space, right?"

The doorbell rang, and Yu Shinan went to open the door.

Lin Yuanqing stood outside the door, watching him open it. She smiled and snuggled into his arms, then tiptoed to kiss his cheek.

Yu Shinan subconsciously veered away, grabbing her wrist to prevent her from falling, but also to create a safe distance between them.

He turned to the side, and Lin Yuanqing saw the young girl standing in the room. She was pretty and had a face full of collagen, a youthful appearance that no amount of makeup could create.

Lin Yuanqing's pores were open and taut, in a state of battle readiness.

She smiled, a slight smirk playing on her lips. "You have guests?"

"Si Chen," Yu Shinan introduced, "she's here to use the kitchen."

"I know you, we've met before." Lin Yuanqing smiled. "It's been years, you've grown up so fast, little beauty."

She acted as if they were old friends, completely ignoring the fact that the two had met a few days earlier.

She smiled and acted considerately and generously in front of Brother Nan, without mentioning a single word.

Si Chen still remembers the contemptuous and vicious look on Lin Yuanqing's face when she called her a bitch that day.

She gritted her teeth; Fu Sichen's embarrassment had once been laid bare before this woman.

"Lin Yuanqing, she is...?"

Yu Shinan was about to introduce her when Fu Sichen interrupted, "I know. I know them."

She had a hidden agenda; she didn't want to hear him mention words like "girlfriend" or "fiancée."

"I'll leave after I finish that," Fu Sichen said, pointing to the kitchen.

Lin Yuanqing walked over, her eyes sweeping over him, "What are you doing?"

"Cucumber jelly," Fu Sichen replied.

"You even went all the way here to make this?" Lin Yuanqing smiled, turning to look at Yu Shinan. "Do you like this kind of food?"

Fu Sichen's expression changed; Lin Yuanqing was clearly implying something.

Yu Shinan's gaze swept over Lin Yuanqing with a warning look. "Aren't you leaving now?"

Lin Yuanqing chuckled and said to Fu Sichen, "Take your time, and make sure to close the door when you leave."

Yu Shinan had already started walking outside.

Lin Yuanqing put the hair tie on her wrist in her mouth. She stood in front of the mirror, gathered her hair up, and tied it with the hair tie. "It's too hot today, my hair won't stay down."

Fu Sichen stared at the hair tie on her head.

It's hers.

Lin Yuanqing looked in the mirror at her tied-up hair and was satisfied.

She turned back to Fu Sichen and smiled, "Does it look good?"

Without waiting for Fu Sichen's reply, she leaned closer and whispered, "Shi Nan didn't know it was you that day; he thought it was me. If he had known it was you, he wouldn't have slept with you. Don't cross that line, or the child in my belly won't let you off the hook."

Fu Sichen's face turned deathly pale.

The woman had already said goodbye to her.

She swayed her hips to Yu Shinan's side, hooked her arm around his, and giggled.

Lin Yuanqing wasn't the kind of woman who was particularly beautiful, nor was she ugly, but she had a great figure, with a curvy figure and knew how to dress, giving her a unique charm.

The allure of that mature woman is unrestrained and direct; a biting lip and a flirtatious glance convey explicit sexual innuendo.

It doesn't resemble a freshly ripened fruit; it's delicately astringent, shyly red, unripe and hesitant.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I waited for them to leave and then closed the door.

Tears suddenly fell from her eyes.

Watching the person you love be with another woman, talking about marriage, and having a baby in the future.

She was jealous, insanely jealous.

But she couldn't find the way to him.

My mother said that among so many people in the world, there will always be someone who likes her.

But why doesn't the person she wants like her?

Fu Sichen finished making the cucumber jelly that he had only half-finished, took a bite, and found it delicious.

She searched for tutorials to make white jade matcha milk jelly.

Served in amber-colored glass bowls, arranged in a beautiful shape.

She took a picture.

Neither portion was touched; they were left in the kitchen.

go away.

Nan Ge doesn't like sweets.

So it's normal for it to be thrown away.

Fu Sichen took the card and left. She closed the door and tried the PIN again.

Error message displayed.

He closed all the doors that were open to her.

Leaving no room for compromise.

Her eyes were brimming with tears as she stood at the door, unwilling to leave easily, but she could no longer open that door.

Fu Sichen left, took the elevator down, and left his card at the front desk.

In the car, Yu Shinan remained silent, appearing somewhat indifferent.

He didn't react much when Lin Yuanqing spoke to him, and just tapped the car window with his finger.

He suddenly turned his head. "You still have contact with Wei Jingwu?"

Lin Yuanqing paused for a moment, then pursed her lips. "No."

"You still care?" Lin Yuanqing looked up and stared at him. "Back then, I had no other choice but to save you."

Yu Shinan didn't speak. Under the scorching sun, the shade from the trees was pitifully little, and even if there was some shade, it wasn't cool.

He unbuttoned a button and hummed in agreement.

He simply said, "Sichen is my sister, so please be polite to her."

This is to give her some eye drops.

Lin Yuanqing pursed her lips, inwardly scoffing, but she laughed out loud, "She's not young anymore. I once saw her coming out of a hotel, looking like she'd been thoroughly taken advantage of. The marks on her body looked very intense. She looks like a clean and innocent young girl, but I didn't expect her to be so open-minded. I wonder how many men she's slept with."

Yu Shinan's gaze suddenly pressed down on her, his gaze dark and ruthless, causing Lin Yuanqing's heart to clench and pound violently.

She clenched her teeth, the trembling and fear emanating from the depths of her heart taking her back to many years ago.

He opened a hotel, Silver Bay Hotel, which has its own characteristics, but it's neither big nor small, just enough to keep you from starving.

He went into the kitchen, wearing an apron. Apart from his physique, Lin Yuanqing couldn't see any trace of his past in him.

Lin Yuanqing unconsciously tightened her fingers. A wolf is a wolf, even if it pretends to be a dog, it is still a wolf in its bones.

She was terrified, yet a longing rose within her very being; she loved this man's ruthlessness, wildness, and heartlessness.

Yu Shinan stared at her and said in a deep voice, "Say it again."

Lin Yuanqing felt nauseous and her face turned pale; she was annoyed by her harsh words.

But she still obediently spoke up, "What are you saying? This young lady must have a boyfriend."

Yu Shinan didn't say anything more and looked away.

I remember the teeth mark on her neck; it's very faint now.

But those were the marks of a man.

He pressed his fingers against his temples, which were taut and painful.

……

Wen Liyan is extremely thin.

Fu Jingting looked at the emaciated old man in front of him. He was actually not old, but the disease had ravaged him beyond the limits of age.

"Uncle Wen," Fu Jingting poured him tea, "is there anything you need me to do? Just tell me."

"Jingting, I'll just ask you one question: Did you give the order that no one but me can see Wen Fei?"