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

Ding Jing did not expect Yu Shinan to come back in the middle of the night.

She always locked the gate to the yard at night. This child didn't make a phone call or knock on the door; he just climbed over the wall and came in. When she heard the noise in the yard, she thought a thief had broken in and was terrified.

Seeing who was standing in the courtyard, Ding Jing breathed a sigh of relief. "Shi Nan? Why did you suddenly come back?"

Ding Jing turned on the lights in the yard, illuminating the man's gloomy face.

"Mom, did I wake you up?" Yu Shinan took a basin to scoop water. "I didn't want to disturb you, so I climbed over the wall to come in, but I still woke you up."

His voice was deep, revealing no particular emotion.

Ding Jing put on her coat and walked out onto the covered balcony outside the main house. "You're such a grown-up, yet you're acting like a young boy, climbing over the wall. Aren't you afraid people will mistake you for a criminal?"

The night was cool and still. Even in spring, the temperature was still a bit chilly. The lamplight and moonlight intertwined, and the whole world was quiet. You couldn't even hear a dog barking. The only sound was the splashing of water being poured into a basin with a ladle.

Yu Shinan put both hands into the basin, and the clear water immediately turned red.

Ding Jing's eyelids twitched. "What happened to your hand?"

"It's nothing. I just climbed over the wall and a piece of glass got into my hand," he explained calmly.

The courtyards in my hometown are relatively low, and for safety reasons, the walls are inlaid with glass shards.

Ding Jing ran over, grabbed his wrist to look at his palm, and saw a deep cut on the lower part of his left hand from the glass.

"You silly child!"

Ding Jing felt a pang of heartache and wanted to scold him, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She went inside and rummaged through a bottle of hydrogen peroxide.

"Disinfect it."

Yu Shinan took it without even frowning and poured the hydrogen peroxide directly onto the wound.

The stinging pain seeped into his flesh and traveled to his nerves, but apart from his tense expression, he didn't utter a sound.

Ding Jing looked at him, and only after he finished dealing with his business did she ask, "Why did you come back?"

"I happen to have some free time."

He didn't say much and tried to go inside, but Ding Jing stopped him, saying, "Stop right there, I have something to ask you."

Yu Shinan stopped and turned around.

Ding Jing gestured to the stool next to her, indicating that he should sit down.

Clearly, this is a question that cannot be answered in just one or two sentences.

He frowned, looking somewhat tired. "Mom, another day."

Ding Jing stared at him without saying a word.

Yu Shinan conceded, dragged over a stool to sit down, and handed one to Ding Jing.

"What's wrong?" Ding Jing asked bluntly. "Are you in trouble?"

"No, Mom, don't overthink it." Yu Shinan knew she was definitely misinterpreting things and worried that something had happened to him. "It's nothing serious, everything went smoothly."

"Don't think I can't tell you're not feeling well," Ding Jing said, frowning.

But I also know that if this child doesn't want to say something, you can't get anything out of him; you'll have to guess. "I had Wenxuan handle Lin Yuanqing's matter directly. I didn't call you to tell you because I didn't want you to get involved in these things. I know you have your own thoughts and plans, but for people who aren't involved, it's best to cut ties as soon as possible. You think you're torturing others after all these years, but actually you're torturing yourself."

Even if your own son is older, he's still a child, and it's impossible for a mother not to feel sorry for him.

But they're all grown up now, so you can't hit them, scold them, or talk to them. They make their own decisions about many things and don't necessarily tell their mothers. They're so taciturn, and sometimes it really drives me crazy.

I'm so anxious.

"It won't matter anymore." Yu Shinan looked up. "I know what I'm doing. Mom, don't overthink it, go to sleep."

If he doesn't want to talk about something, no matter what you do, he won't say a word.

Ding Jing was angry, anxious, and helpless. It was indeed not a good time to have a heart-to-heart talk in the middle of the night, so she decided to let him go for now.

Yu Shinan entered the room and lay down.

The moment I closed my eyes, all I could feel was the frenzied, passionate kisses and the sensation of her body. This intangible thing, this physical entity that you can't describe, her scent, the feel of her body, her breaths and moans, the warmth of her tongue—it all rushed up at once, like someone was pricking my bones with needles, one needle at a time. The more I tried to get rid of it, the deeper it pierced.

He opened his eyes in a panic. In the dark room, he couldn't even see the ceiling, but he could clearly see her face.

Her lips were rosy red, and her eyes were glazed with intoxication. Her soft, plump skin was like a freshly steamed bun, so soft and fluffy that it would melt in your hand and change size depending on the pressure you applied.

My palms felt like they were on fire, burning intensely.

Fuck!

Yu Shinan cursed and sat up abruptly.

He sat on the edge of the bed and pounded down hard with his fist.

The man's face looked even more terrifying in the darkness. His bluish-black complexion was filled with barely suppressed rage, his teeth were clenched tightly, and the veins on his temples were bulging.

He really wanted to slap himself hard for all the awful things he had done.

She was drunk, or perhaps the recent marital discord caused her to act erratically under the influence of alcohol.

nonsense.

But he wasn't drunk, so why did he let himself go like that...?

If she comes to her senses, she'll probably regret it terribly.

Yu Shinan didn't sleep all night. When he heard Ding Jing open the door in the morning, he lay on his back in bed without moving.

He didn't know how long he had been lying there when he suddenly sat up in bed.

Ding Jing stood in the yard and glanced at his house, but didn't call out to anyone. She swept the yard and then went to prepare breakfast.

Breakfast was ready, and before anyone could be called, Yu Shinan came out.

"Shall we have breakfast?"

"Something came up, I can't eat."

He left with that sentence, without even offering an explanation, and hurriedly got into the car and drove away.

Ding Jing stood at the door watching his car drive away, unable to help but frown.

This child has something on his mind.

……

Fu Sichen woke up in the morning with a hangover and a headache.

I really can't touch baijiu anymore. If I want to pretend to be drunk, I'll just drink some red wine. I can't handle baijiu at all.

She pressed her fingers to her temples, her scalp throbbing with pain.

uncomfortable.

My throat is so dry it feels like it's on fire.

I lay there for a while longer before resignedly getting up. I was thirsty and wanted to drink some water.

Sitting up, Fu Sichen looked down at her wrinkled Hanfu and open collar. She stared at herself, a beat slow to react, noticing red marks on her fair skin.

Like wild hawthorns, they are scattered haphazardly across the undulating mountains.

Certain memories barged into his mind without any hesitation, and Fu Sichen almost slipped off the bed.

There was a glass of ice-cold water on the bedside table, which she grabbed and gulped down.

Her face was burning a hole in it; she was drunk, in a state of semi-consciousness and semi-consciousness.

She wasn't entirely drunk, but if she were fully sober, she wouldn't have done something so crazy.

Fu Sichen cupped his face in his hands and buried himself in the bedding.

How did she even manage to utter those nonsensical words?

The memories were so vividly flooding into his mind that Fu Sichen wished he could just forget them.

He carried her to the bed, covered her with a blanket, and kissed her so passionately that just when she thought he was going to take things further, he suddenly slammed on the brakes.

Fu Sichen refused, and she cried and made a scene, grabbing his arm to prevent him from leaving. "Why did you stop? You just kissed me, why didn't you continue?"

"Sichen, you're drunk. Be good, lie down and go to sleep." His voice was terribly hoarse as he patiently coaxed her.

But Fu Sichen wouldn't listen. All she knew was that he didn't want her. She had made it so clear to him, but he still didn't want her.

Her emotions suddenly overwhelmed her, and she cried uncontrollably, "You men are all like this, you can never see the good in the person next to you, you always think that other women are better, what's so good about them? What's so good about them?"

She was so angry that she hit him with a pillow, acting like a complete little madwoman, venting all her frustration and annoyance on him.

Yu Shinan could only try to comfort her while holding her arm to prevent her from hurting herself.

The woman simply nestled into his arms, cupping his face in her hands, her eyes brimming with tears, and asked him, "Why can't I do it? What's wrong with me? Why don't you want me? Am I not soft enough? Am I not as pretty as Ruan Weiyue?"

Yu Shinan's veins bulged as he listened. "You don't need to compare yourself to Ruan Weiyue. She's no match for you."

"Nonsense. How can she be inferior to me? Han Yi likes her, and you like her too, don't you?" She shook her head, refusing to be deceived.

"I don't like her." Yu Shinan pulled her hand down, paused slightly, "Han Yi... doesn't like her either."

"You're lying to me. I know Han Yi likes her."

Fu Sichen pouted, looking as aggrieved as a child. She threw herself into his arms, her little mouth searching for his lips. Her sharp little teeth bit his chin and landed on his lips, biting him. "Han Yi likes her, do you like me too?"

"Si Chen!" Yu Shinan called her name sharply, stopping her from causing trouble. "Don't be ridiculous. Han Yi was wrong, but you can't..."

His tone was so stern and heavy; he was scolding her.

She burst into tears, crying, "Why can't I? Han Yi can like someone else, why can't I?"

She cried bitterly, clinging to him tightly, refusing to let go. "Han Yi likes Ruan Weiyue, and I like you, okay? Brother Nan, okay?"

Yu Shinan's forehead was taut, and he let her ramble on while drunk, only coaxing her softly, "Be good and go to sleep."

She cried herself to sleep. Yu Shinan put her on the bed, covered her with a blanket, poured her some water, and then tried to wake her up to drink.

The man placed a water glass on her bedside table so she could drink water when she woke up.

His gaze fell on her rosy lips, slightly swollen from the kiss, a testament to his recent loss of control.

She lay on her side, her face flushed, with tears in her eyes.

Both pitiful and delicate.

The beast in his heart has been kept for too long; its fangs are too long, and its ferocity is uncontrollable.

He suddenly leaned down and kissed her fiercely. The woman, half-asleep, was dazed, her curled eyelashes fluttering, her half-closed eyes seemingly half-awake, enduring his frenzied assault, a soft moan escaping her throat.

……

Yu Shinan wiped his face hard, for the first time he had ever fled in such a panic.

He didn't even dare to stay on the farm any longer, fearing he would lose control.

Daylight has broken, the cloak of night has been shed, and the absurdity of a drunken, semi-out-of-control incident can be treated as a ridiculous dream once she sobers up. She can continue her normal life without any disruption.

He would try his best not to appear in front of her and embarrass her.

But I can't help but worry.

I'm afraid she'll remember it when she sobers up and get stuck on it.

Yu Shinan returned to Shuguang Farm.

The room attendant is cleaning room 1308.

Yu Shinan turned and called Yu Qian, "Si Chen checked out?"

"No, she's staying here for a few days. I saw her this morning; she took her easel and went out without even having breakfast, saying she was going to do some sketching."