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

He gripped my wrist; his palm was rough and dry, and the area of ​​skin burning from the heat.

"Where are you taking me?"

I'll tell you in a bit.

Yu Shinan didn't stop walking, but Fu Sichen tugged at him forcefully, "Brother Nan!"

Her voice already held a hint of anger, and she planted her foot firmly on the ground, refusing to move. "Speak now."

Yu Shinan turned to look at her, his face dark and gloomy, and tightened his grip on her arm.

Who are you trying to scare with that face?!

Fu Sichen cried out in pain, deliberately, "Ouch!"

The man instinctively let go, but Fu Sichen immediately pulled his hand back.

She put her hands behind her back, and with one hand she gripped the wrist he had just held. Her heart ached; it was too easy to lie to him.

"Going this way is the opposite direction, so why can't we get through that way? Aren't there people going that way?"

With a light grip on the handle of the oil-paper umbrella, Fu Sichen looked up at his unpleasant expression.

To be honest, she hadn't even figured out how to meet him or how to get along with him yet.

It's a little better when you don't see each other, but when you do see each other, it's not the same feeling.

It turns out that what I called letting go was nothing more than superficial.

She never intended to rely on him; knowing he was not fully conscious, she chose not to say anything.

Fu Sichen's pride also prevented him from choosing between Lin Yuanqing and her. Love is love, and not loving is not loving. Choosing a choice that involves other factors is always a weakness of seeking advantage and avoiding harm.

She feels wronged whenever she thinks about it.

But she never expected that he would tacitly allow Lin Yuanqing to tamper with her on his turf.

She was holding a grudge, so she sent him the abortion certificate to reassure him that the matter would end there and no one except the parties involved would know.

May they all marry and live well.

Yu Shinan looked back down the road, but could no longer see the couple.

He looked at her. "Why didn't Han Yi come with you?"

"I came here to work with a friend, not for a vacation. Besides, Han Yi has his own work to do." Fu Sichen frowned, feeling strange about his question. What did it matter to him whether Han Yi accompanied her or not?

"Those rumors outside might not be entirely unfounded." Yu Shinan looked at her and reminded her, "You've been married to him for three years, don't be completely ignorant."

For some reason, when he said those words, Fu Sichen felt as if he had slapped her across the face, as if he were saying she wouldn't be a good wife. Her face flushed slightly. "Han Yi wouldn't do anything reckless. That girl is in the entertainment industry, and paparazzi tend to make a big deal out of nothing when they want to create buzz. Han Yi explained to me that we only have professional interactions."

"You believe everything he says?" Yu Shinan's voice was somewhat deep. "You just believe him like that?"

"What else can I do? He's my husband, the father of my child. Who else can I trust if not him? Besides, how can we live like this if I don't believe whatever he says?" Fu Sichen argued, some of his words tinged with resentment. "Could it be that you and Lin Yuanqing also distrust each other? No wonder you two aren't married yet. With this kind of relationship, no one can marry you! You'll be a bachelor for life!"

Yu Shinan remained silent and did not refute.

A sudden, eerie silence fell between them, a silence that sent shivers down their spines.

Fu Sichen felt a tightness in his throat, and the words came out without him even thinking, but he didn't seem to know what to say to make amends.

His face was tense and his emotions were hard to read, but it was clearly... not good, so much so that when Yu Shinan suddenly reached out, Fu Sichen subconsciously raised his arm to cover his face.

My shoulder was grabbed, and my face was suddenly pressed against his chest. I could smell his unique scent in my nostrils—dry, refreshing, and a strong minty smell that was pungent and sour.

"Oh dear, oh dear, I didn't see it. Are you alright? Your clothes are wet." The old man, speaking with a local accent, kept apologizing.

"fine."

Men are concise and to the point.

The old man apologized repeatedly.

A splash of water on his arm made Fu Sichen realize that he wasn't going to scold her, but rather to shield her from the water from the gardener.

Yu Shinan looked at the little girl clinging to him, head bowed and motionless. He let go of her. "With your little arms, what are you trying to block? If I really wanted to beat you up, ten of you wouldn't have been enough."

Fu Sichen pursed her lips, not daring to raise her head, and stammered, "I didn't mean to say that. Who told you to talk about me, to talk about Han Yi..."

She was standing up for Han Yi because he had questioned her lover.

Yu Shinan felt a lump in his throat, but he was certain he hadn't misjudged what he'd just seen; any man would understand that assertive demeanor.

"It's normal to have a moderate level of suspicion towards men." Yu Shinan never imagined that one day he would have to teach her how to manage a husband. "It's best if nothing goes wrong. Don't wait until things really go wrong in the end, then there's no turning back, and you'll be crying."

Fu Sichen took a deep breath. "It won't come to that."

The person who could make her cry wouldn't be Han Yi.

There's no point in saying anything more now. This girl's stubbornness probably stems from her unwavering trust and affection for Han Yi.

He couldn't help but recall how, years ago, she had hugged him, crying her eyes out, saying that the person she loved so much didn't love her back.

She's pregnant...

At that time, he thought the child was Han Yi's, no wonder she refused to speak up.

He violated her without her knowledge, but she remained silent. Perhaps there was something she found difficult to talk about, or perhaps she was deliberately hiding it.

If the truth were truly revealed, Han Yi, as a man, wouldn't be without reservations, especially since she liked him so much.

Since she's unwilling to bring it up again, he'll just keep it bottled up inside.

She would never know how shocked he was when he saw the surveillance video of her entering his room, the woman who had invaded his reason in his dreams.

It was her.

All the vague female figures now have extremely clear faces. In the dead of night, her sobs and pleas are a spell, challenging his self-control and making him waver between humanity and evil.

"Hmm. It won't come to that."

Yu Shinan repeated her words, seemingly to confirm the facts for her.

The man took a step back, creating a safe distance between them. His fingers, hanging by his sides, gently twirled, the warmth and touch of her skin lingering on his fingertips, making his senses heightened.

As he turned to leave, Fu Sichen noticed that his suit was mostly wet.

Your clothes are wet.

Yu Shinan glanced back and chuckled, "The old man watering the flowers helped you put it down."

He was referring to the fact that he had sprayed her with water yesterday.

Fu Sichen muttered, "I don't have my husband's suit for you to change into."

The voice was very soft, but Yu Shinan still heard it. He really didn't know if she was holding a grudge or what.

"The roads in the farm are circular, so you can get to wherever you want from either side. Currently, only the south side has been developed, and the north side is still wasteland waiting for the second phase of development."

Yu Shinan paused, then added, "It's messy over there, don't go there."

"Undeveloped? Is it more primitive over there?" Fu Sichen's eyes suddenly lit up.

Yu Shinan, "..."

He was very familiar with her expression, and he was interested in it, and very much wanted to see it.

He suddenly regretted telling her this.

"No. That area is just fenced off; there's no safety plan yet. It's messy and disorganized, not what you're thinking," Yu Shinan emphasized.