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

Wei Jingwu raised his hand and patted Yu Shinan's shoulder with great force.

He was reminding Yu Shinan not to mess around, otherwise the people around him would be the first to suffer.

Yu Shinan accepted everything without showing any emotion. Wei Jingwu threatened him with Lin Yuanqing, feeling that after so many years of ups and downs, he was still going to marry Lin Yuanqing, so he must care about her deeply.

For the men on this path, nothing is more important than home. The harsher the outside world, the warmer the home; a wandering soul needs a warm harbor.

Having women and children is what makes a family, and these are a man's weaknesses. So even someone like Wei Jingwu, who has a string of women around him, will never show his face to the woman his subordinates truly respect, and if she does, no photos or videos will be taken. The deeper the protection, the more the man cares.

People like them are not suitable for girls from good families; they are bloody, violent, and barbaric.

In their world, there is no clear right or wrong.

But perhaps because they are too complicated, I have an innate fondness for simple, clean, and passionate things.

Just like how he likes the kitchen, he didn't actually like cooking at first. It's just that the ingredients are silent, letting you knead and shape them without complaint. They take on various forms under your hands, blooming silently.

Later, I took it to heart and thought it wasn't bad at all.

Simple and reassuring.

Especially that girl, who has a sweet tooth and many quirks, can't cook but still wants to eat.

"Brother Nan, this looks delicious! Why don't you try making it? Yours will definitely be better. Theirs looks good, but I don't like the broth; it's too strong. I really want to eat it, Brother Nan, please make it for me!"

She shook his hand, and he lost his temper.

Fu Jingting carried Xu Yuan in one arm and held Xu Qingcheng's hand with the other as they walked out.

A group of people walked out behind them, their voices loud and rude, clearly intoxicated.

Fu Jingting frowned slightly, about to say that the chef here was of a lower standard and there were all sorts of people, but before he could turn around, Xu Qingcheng exclaimed.

She grabbed Fu Jingting to steady herself, and someone brushed past her shoulder and bumped into her.

Fu Jingting reached out and pulled the person to his side, looking up at the person who was walking over so swaggeringly, seemingly used to it, as if no matter how wide the road was, it couldn't stop him from being so arrogant.

His eyes lit up the moment he saw Xu Qingcheng, "She's gorgeous!"

That waist, those hips, those legs...

His gaze was so open and undisguised that it ignited a fire within Xu Qingcheng. Before she could even speak, Fu Jingting stepped forward and stood in front of her.

The man's cold, sharp gaze pressed down relentlessly, his aura of authority gripping one's throat even without uttering a word.

He was still holding Xuyuan in his arms, and the little girl was clinging to her father's neck, which diminished his imposing presence.

The atmosphere became tense for a moment, and before anyone could make a move, Yu Shinan suddenly laughed.

He stood beside Wei Jingwu, neither in front nor behind, his eyes dark and gloomy from the alcohol, and his laughter suddenly broke the silence.

Wei Jingwu glanced over.

Yu Shinan walked towards Fu Jingting, pushing Wei Jingwu's men to the back without even glancing at them; that indifference was a sharp, provocative sword.

He stood there, blocking most people's view of Xu Yuan, and teased Xu Yuan's face with his fingers, saying, "Call me uncle."

Fu Jingting frowned. "How much did you drink? Don't let the smell bother you when you make your wish."

His gaze shifted to Wei Jingwu, his expression darkening slightly. He then looked at Yu Shinan and asked, "What's going on?"

Yu Shinan did not answer.

"Uncle Yu."

The crisp, clear voice of the wisher, amidst the tension of the tight front, is warm and melodious.

"Good girl." He withdrew his hand from Xu Yuan's face. "I was busy today. Next time you come, whatever you like to eat, Uncle Yu will make it for you."

"Yuanyuan wants to eat something sweet."

Xu Yuan's eyes crinkle into crescents, and her smile is especially beautiful and innocent. Children are very perceptive of whether those around them truly like them, and they naturally reciprocate with the same enthusiasm. This is a natural biological response; they don't know how to pretend or hide.

A gentle light appeared in Yu Shinan's eyes. "Okay."

He offered her a finger, shook her hand, and made a promise.

The rough, untamed man's fingers were grasped by the little girl's small hand.

Yu Shinan felt he had drunk too much alcohol and was quite tipsy. When he looked at Xu Yuan, he thought of Fu Sichen's face.

The same smile, pure.

He withdrew his hand. "Let's go. It's getting late."

These words were spoken to Fu Jingting, and it was very clear that he didn't want to escalate the matter. The two social classes were worlds apart, but they did occasionally cross paths.

No matter how you look at it, these people pose no threat to Fu Jingting.

But there's an old saying: it's better to offend a gentleman than a petty person.

It's not a good thing that Fu Jingting is with his wife and children.

Xu Qingcheng was pregnant with two children.

Fu Jingting didn't say anything more. He patted Yu Shinan on the shoulder and left with Xu Qingcheng.

Wei Jingwu's men tried to follow, but he stopped them with a shout, "Did you bring your eyes with you when you went out? If your eyes are useless, gouge them out."

He stepped forward, pausing slightly as he passed Yu Shinan. "Getting close to the Fu family? I initially thought you had your eye on that girl from the Fu family."

"Little brat, boring." Yu Shinan chuckled slowly, a frivolous smile seeping into his eyes.

In a corner of the Silver Bay Hotel lobby, the green skirt was pulled back sharply, completely obscuring her from view by the wide pillars.

Fu Sichen took a deep breath, slightly raised her face, and held back her tears.

As soon as Wei Jingwu left, Yu Shinan's face darkened. He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

A casual glance made him feel as if his throat was blocked.

He looked away, pretending not to see.

A man ran out of the hotel. He was about the same age as Yu Shinan, but his face was much more delicate. He approached Yu Shinan and asked, "Are they all gone?"

Yu Shinan retaliated with a punch that slammed into his face. The man let out a scream and was dragged behind the Silver Bay Hotel by Yu Shinan in the next instant.

He reached out and pinned the man against the wall of the dark alley, his arm pressed against the man's throat. His voice, thick with the smell of alcohol, was terrifyingly deep. "Yu Qian, are you looking for death?"

Yu Qian was stunned by the punch, blood gushing from his nose. He was terrified by Yu Shinan's fierce appearance and begged for mercy, "Brother, brother, they've gone too far. They can't leave us no way out. Ancheng isn't owned by that Wei guy."

"Yu Qian, are you tired of living a peaceful life for the past few years? Are you dissatisfied?"

Yu Shinan's eyes were bloodshot.

"It's your business if you want to live a life of humility, why should we follow suit!" Yu Qian roared, veins bulging, unwilling to accept it.

Yu Shinan was so angry that his forehead throbbed, and the alcohol combined with his fierce anger surged up. He punched the person in the fist.

Yu Qian instinctively raised his arm to block.

Yu Shinan used all his strength, his arm swinging through the air with a whooshing sound, and this punch was so powerful that it was believed to be a bloody mess.

Fu Sichen gasped, "Brother Nan!"

His voice was trembling.

The fist stopped abruptly in front of Yu Qian's nose.

All his anger vanished the moment the fist came down.

Yu Qian's heart was pounding. He had reason to believe that without Fu Sichen's shout, he would have been in serious trouble.

My savior!

Yu Qian's legs went weak.

Yu Shinan clenched his fists so tightly they cracked. He said in a deep voice, "Don't touch Wei Jingwu. You can't afford to hurt him, and neither can the Yu family right now."

Yu Qian stubbornly refused to reply.

Yu Shinan pressed his neck against his shoulder and asked again, "Did you hear me?"

"I heard you!" she replied reluctantly.

"Don't worry about that matter north of Ancheng anymore, I'll help you get it out of there."

Yu Qian tightened his jaw. Now he knew the situation was more complicated than he thought. He was unwilling, but he really couldn't do it, so he could only agree.

Yu Shinan let go, and Yu Qian turned and left. As he passed Fu Sichen, he put his hand on her shoulder and whispered, "Thanks, sister."

The person has slipped away.

Yu Shinan walked over and saw a bloody fingerprint on the shoulder of her white T-shirt.

Yu Qian pressed it down.

He frowned.

He looked away, focusing on her face. "Why did you come at this hour?"

"I left something in your room." She wasn't lying; she only realized she'd lost a hair clip when she got back.

Fu Sichen didn't know whether it had fallen with him or not, but it was possible.

The thought of her cherry hair tie being in Lin Yuanqing's hands made her feel incredibly sad.

That hair tie wasn't worth much, and she didn't particularly like it or need it, so she wouldn't regret losing it.

But in his room, the things she dropped were used by someone else, and that person even knew what she did with Brother Nan in that place.

An unspeakable embarrassment welled up inside her, growing larger and larger until she couldn't bear it anymore.

She just wants to find it; it doesn't matter if she can't, as long as it doesn't end up with him.

Yu Shinan hummed in agreement. He had been forced to drink alcohol that night, and had drunk it too quickly. After arguing with Yu Qian, his tense nerves relaxed, and he felt dizzy and his head was buzzing.

He walked forward, entered the lobby, and pressed the elevator button.

Fu Sichen saw him sway slightly and instinctively reached out to support him, grabbing his arm with her fingers.

It was hot outside, and his arms were covered in sweat, but they felt cool against his palms.

But her palms were hot, burning hot, and it felt like her skin and hair were about to catch fire when she squeezed them, making a sizzling, burning sound.

Yu Shinan subconsciously raised his arm and brushed her hand away.

He didn't use much force, or perhaps the alcohol made all his senses distorted. He felt he hadn't used much force, but actually he had used quite a lot.

In short, Fu Sichen was knocked back by his swing, taking two steps backward before his shoulder slammed into the elevator panel.

Both of them were stunned for a moment.

Fu Sichen's face burned, an inexplicable embarrassment searing her pride; he didn't want her to touch him.

Subconscious actions are often the most hurtful.

Her fingers trembled as she gripped them tightly in her palm, her voice escaping through clenched teeth, "I see you're not standing properly."

Her eyes shone brightly under the light, glistening with tears, as if they might fall out at any moment.

Those eyes were already red, I don't know if it was from the heavy eyeshadow the little girl was wearing, or if she had been crying.

But now, it has to be said, she looks even more... pitiful.

Yu Shinan suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. He frowned, leaned closer to her, and his voice softened slightly, "Am I being too strong?"

Upon hearing his question, Fu Sichen felt her nose sting with tears, on the verge of collapse.

"no."

She turned her head to the side, tears welling up in her eyes.

The man placed his hand on her head, his body pressing down, making the weight on her head a little heavier. "Drunk."

That seems to be an explanation.

He didn't mean it.

She stood still, silent, afraid that making a sound would cause her tears to fall.

He smelled strongly of alcohol, just like that night.

Fu Sichen felt uncomfortable, so she nudged him.

Yu Shinan removed his hand, his gaze falling on her youthful profile. She turned her head away from him, seemingly angry.

Yu Shinan clicked his tongue, clearly understanding that his momentary lapse in composure had probably displeased the girl.

The elevator went up without any more sound. When they reached the floor with the luxury suites, the access control outside recognized his face and opened automatically. He went inside.

The air conditioning in the hotel didn't make me clearer-headed; instead, it made me feel even more intoxicated. All I wanted to do was rest; I was just barely holding on.

After a few steps, Yu Shinan subconsciously turned around and saw Fu Sichen standing outside the glass door, looking at it anxiously.

He frowned, turned around, and the door opened.

"Why aren't you coming in?"

"You're walking too fast." The access control system couldn't recognize her, even though it could recognize him.

"What's the password?"

The air was briefly still.

Yu Shinan then realized that he had taken back the password.

"Brother Nan, you're really drunk." So drunk that he forgot even after getting his password back.

Fu Sichen's voice was very soft, so soft that it sounded like she was just muttering to herself, with the grievances and temper of a little girl.

Unfortunately, it was too quiet around him, and he could hear everything clearly.

Yu Shinan felt as if he had been slapped, not too hard, not too softly.

It's his own space, there's nothing wrong with him taking back the password, right?

How could this be...?

He opened the door, and the two went inside.

"What did I leave here?" He sat down on the sofa, feeling slightly dizzy and thirsty, but he didn't want to move.

Fu Sichen went into the kitchen, searched around, but couldn't find it.

I did see that the desserts she made were empty.

She turned around and saw Yu Shinan sitting on the sofa, his elbows on his knees, his body leaning forward, his head hanging down, looking very uncomfortable.

Fu Sichen felt a tightness in his chest. Before coming here, his heart was itching with unease, and he didn't know why he was so determined to find the hair clip.

When they arrived, only the two of them were left in the room, which made her feel even worse.

No matter how much you like him, if this man doesn't belong to you, if he has a lover and is talking about marriage, then your feelings will forever remain hidden, and even secretly liking someone will become less than honorable.

She didn't want to deal with him.

If you can't find it, just leave.

He also said she was a little brat and boring.

Why is she so listless?

Fu Sichen felt depressed and heartbroken, and his eyes also hurt. His eyes were swollen and felt like they were about to cry.

She's just a little younger and full of romantic fantasies, so does that mean he sees her as naive and boring?!

Fu Sichen recalled that night, when he said things that made her so ashamed she couldn't open her eyes.

Yes, because I didn't think it was her, that's why I could say those things.

The words were barbaric and rude, and they were so shameful that they stung her to the core, but if they were said to her, she could accept them.

Fu Sichen threw the uncollected plates into the sink, telling herself she was leaving, but then, as if possessed, she took out the honey.

I made honey water and adjusted the water temperature to the perfect level.

She lightly pressed her lips to the rim of the cup, testing the water temperature with her lips.

"What are you doing?"

The sudden sound and the strong smell of alcohol made Fu Sichen startled, and he almost spilled his water.

She replied reflexively, "I made you a cup of honey water."

He came up behind her, bracing himself on the table with one hand while reaching for the cup in her hand with the other. "Perfect timing, I'm thirsty."

He took it, took a sip, and found the temperature was just right. So he simply tilted his head back and gulped it down.

The alcohol burned my internal organs terribly, and I was dehydrated; even my lips were parched.

He stood beside her, tilting his head back to drink water, the sound of his Adam's apple bobbing clearly visible to her.

taut arm muscles, a bobbing Adam's apple, tanned skin—sexy, masculine.

The side of her body closest to him felt burning hot. Fu Sichen wanted to take a step back, but she was a beat too slow.

The man had finished drinking, and as he put the glass down, his body swayed slightly, pressing against her a little.

She couldn't move her feet; she was afraid he would fall if she moved away.

His height and physique were strong and powerful to her; if he really collapsed, Fu Sichen probably wouldn't be able to hold on.

Thinking this, Si Chen took a step back, his body lightly pressing against one of her shoulders, and he leaned towards her as she retreated.

Then Yu Shinan grabbed her other shoulder to stop her from retreating further, saying, "Don't move, you'll lose your balance."

"Then go and rest." Fu Sichen looked at him. "How much did you drink?"

"One more sip and I'd be dead drunk." A hint of a smile played at the corners of his eyes as he looked down at her and asked, "What did you forget? Did you find it?"

"Hook-up clip. Couldn't find it."

Yu Shinan looked down at the small hair clips she was wearing, one by one.

He reached out to pick it, but the alcohol made his movements less precise, and he even grabbed a strand of her hair as he took it off.

Fu Sichen clutched his hair, "It hurts."

The little girl's delicate cry of pain touched the very core of my heart.

Men love it when women say it hurts or they can't take it in bed.

"How much does it hurt?" His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry and itchy from the burning sensation of alcohol, and a glass of honey water couldn't quench his thirst.

"It hurts. Try pulling your hair." She was annoyed and glared at him, lifting her eyelids.

He looked so much more energetic than before. He chuckled, loosened his grip, and took the item out, placing it in his palm. "Four?"

"There were originally five."

Which one is missing?

Fu Sichen flicked the hair clip in his palm with her fingers. "It's a carrot."

Yu Shinan hummed in agreement, "Don't bother looking anymore, I'll send you a bunch another day."

He placed the hair clip in her hand.

Fu Sichen hummed in response but remained silent.

His mood was clearly low. He missed the way she used to look at him with her eyes crinkling in the air, always up to something, whether it was a trick or something.

I'll rip him off with a meal.

Or trick him into giving you a small gift.

Sometimes, not letting her have her way isn't because I'm worried about the money, but because I enjoy seeing her little mischievousness; I find it lively and adorable.

Watch her excitement when she succeeds, and watch her smugness when she fails.

I find them all interesting, no matter which one they look like.

They were vibrant and lively, like summer vegetables, growing wildly.

But right now it looks a bit like autumn frost, all droopy and brittle.

He placed his hand on the back of her delicate neck, gripping it like he was catching a kitten. "You look listless."

As he spoke, he placed his hand on the back of her neck, rubbing it gently. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he traced the teeth marks on the back of her neck with his fingers and abruptly asked, "How far have things progressed with your boyfriend?"