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

Yu Shinan glanced at Ruan Weiyue's photo again. "Impressive facilities? What's so impressive about them?"

Li Li's calm, even voice was one of genuine doubt. Because it was a comment devoid of any emotion, if the person in question heard it, they would definitely vomit blood.

This is blatant denigration.

In fact, Yu Shinan did not mean to belittle anyone. He just wanted to ask Cui Wenxuan what was so good about the celebrity's physical attributes, saying that they were only passable.

Compared to Si Chen, he felt he was far inferior. Therefore, Han Yi probably didn't have any ulterior motives.

Cui Wenxuan, "..."

This was the first time he had discussed women with Yu Shinan, but for celebrities, looks come first.

Does this mean they are dissatisfied?

Cui Wenxuan pondered for a moment and said, "This opening event has invited many celebrities and internet influencers to expand our reach. The spokesperson hasn't been finalized yet. If you have anyone in mind or can recommend someone..."

Yu Shinan raised his hand to stop him from continuing, "I didn't choose any of them, you guys figure it out."

"You and Miss Lin should still attend the opening ceremony together tomorrow," Cui Wenxuan glanced at him. "After all, we still need to maintain appearances."

To the outside world, Lin Yuanqing is, after all, his girlfriend, and the two of them must attend important events together.

"I know. Tell Jiang Zhi to take Lin Yuanqing directly to the scene."

Cui Wenxuan looked at him and said, "It would be best if you went together; there will be a lot of media reporters that day."

Yu Shinan paused for a moment, then said, "You make the arrangements."

Cui Wenxuan glanced at him, hesitated, and ultimately said nothing.

He went out and called Jiang Zhi to ask Lin Yuanqing to make preparations and send her there in advance.

After Lin Yuanqing finished her check-up at the hospital, Jiang Zhi told her about it.

"He asked you to tell me?" Lin Yuanqing scoffed. "Now he doesn't even tell me himself if he wants me to attend an event with him?"

Jiang Zhi remained silent. He was simply following his boss's instructions to keep an eye on her and deliver a message; he was completely unaware of anything else.

Lin Yuanqing was so angry at him that he was like a block of wood and wouldn't say another word.

She crumpled up the medical examination report and threw it directly into the trash can next to her.

……

The farm is located near the Yu family's old house. The village is too far from the city, and young people have gone out to work, leaving behind a large area of ​​undeveloped green hills and clear waters.

Now, Yu Shinan understands very well that he can't go back to the past. That path won't last long; it's ultimately a gray area where he could be kicked into darkness at any time. But he is, after all, a member of the Yu family, and no one can completely say goodbye to the past.

Besides, now is not the right time, but to be on the safe side, I still set up a farm.

The area is divided into functional and leisure zones, with the opening activities concentrated at the leisure farm, aiming to create a popular spot for social media check-ins.

Ding Jing heard a noise in the yard and looked out through the kitchen glass to see a man coming in through the front door.

She opened the door and called out, "Why are you back? Didn't you say you were busy lately?"

"The farm opens tomorrow, and it's close by from here, saving us the trouble of going back and forth."

Yu Shinan replied, taking off his coat and casually draping it over the clothesline in the yard. Seeing a reel of hose in the yard, he picked it up. "Want to water the plants?"

"Oh, the garden outside hasn't been watered yet. Look at my brain, I forgot about it as soon as I got distracted," Ding Jing exclaimed.

Yu Shinan noticed the flour on her hands and asked, "Why are you preparing to cook so early?"

"Did you come back by yourself? Lin Yuanqing didn't come with you?" Ding Jing asked him. "I'm making dumplings, shepherd's purse dumplings. We eat wild vegetables this time of year. Since you're all back, I'll make a lot more."

Her eyes were smiling, and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes were deep; she was clearly very happy.

He muttered to himself that he hadn't made enough dough and needed to add more.

"Don't wrap too many..."

Ding Jing turned and went into the kitchen. The sound of the kitchen door closing just blocked Yu Shinan's words.

When Lin Yuanqing usually came over, Ding Jing wasn't particularly enthusiastic. She only brought her home to reassure her mother and prevent her from bringing up her marriage. Lin Yuanqing didn't dare to cause trouble, and she had to accept Ding Jing's cold attitude.

Yu Shinan felt relieved, as there wasn't really any mother-in-law/daughter-in-law relationship to deal with.

He rolled up the cuffs of his suit trousers, pulled the hose apart, and threw it to the edge of the garden, then connected one end to the tap and turned it on.

Yu Shinan walked quickly outside, thinking about how to build a waterway in the garden, otherwise it would be too much trouble for the old man to drag the hose around.

As soon as the tap was turned on, the water rushed to the other end of the pipe. The man bent down, grabbed one end of the pipe, and tried to put it in the garden. His finger accidentally pressed on the end of the pipe, and water sprayed out. He then swept the water around, as if giving the vegetable leaves a bath.

"what!"

A sudden exclamation came from the garden.

A girl in a green floral dress jumped up from the garden.

The moment Yu Shinan looked up, he froze, even forgetting to let go of her hand.

Fu Sichen hurriedly protected his filming equipment, fearing it would be ruined if it got wet. As a result, he didn't have time to dodge and was sprayed with water all over his head, face, and body.

Why are you spraying water at people?

Fu Sichen was about to jump up and down when she was sprayed all over her face. She covered her eyes with one hand and ran outside.

Yu Shinan quickly snapped out of his daze, hurriedly put the water pipe down on the other side of the field, and watched the girl running out of the field carrying the video equipment.

My throat tightened.

As Fu Sichen emerged from the garden, he shook the water droplets from his hair as he stood still. He looked down at the black leather shoes on the ground and the black socks peeking out from under his casually rolled-up trousers, which were tied around the man's ankles, but couldn't conceal a small section of his strong, hairy calf.

Fu Sichen looked up abruptly and saw the man standing in front of her.

He wore an iron-gray shirt, the fabric stretched taut by his bones, the hem tucked into his waist. His whole body exuded a taut, powerful aura, as if the restraints on his body would break at the slightest exertion.

The power emanating from these muscle lines exudes an unusually strong and oppressive force.

His face was also tense, like the color of forged iron, revealing no emotion.

"Brother Nan?"

Fu Sichen's mouth felt dry, but he still called for help, not expecting to run into someone.

Aunt Yu said he was busy and didn't come back often. Recently, he's been busy with farm matters and hasn't had any time at all.

She already asked.

It's not that he doesn't want to see her, nor is he deliberately avoiding her. Given his relationship with his second brother, it's impossible for him not to see her. Especially now that she's back in the country, it's only a matter of time before they run into each other.

But she had just returned and wasn't prepared; she hadn't expected to meet him like this.

Still, so disheveled...

Fu Sichen looked down at herself; her dress was sprayed with water, and the chiffon fabric clung to her body.

"When did you get back?"

Yu Shinan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He asked the question in a seemingly normal way, even though he knew when she would return.

"I've been back for a few days now."

He reached out and took the tripod and SLR camera she was holding.

The woman's dress was soaked with water, clinging to her body. The dress wasn't see-through, so nothing could be seen, but the curves of her body were clearly visible.

Without the obstruction of the recording equipment, she simply barged into the man's line of sight.