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

"Really shy?" Yu Shinan chuckled. "I don't think so. You flirting with me in front of everyone, do you know how hard it was for me to hold back, huh?"

The man spoke close to her ear, and a soft "hmm" made Fu Sichen press herself against his neck, trying to hide her flushed face from him.

Freed from the constraints of moral values, she was now a free woman, which made Yu Shinan ecstatic.

He couldn't control his urge to kiss her and get close to her, regardless of whether it was daytime or not. His whole body was screaming wildly, and even his heart was throbbing uncomfortably, needing an outlet to release his pent-up emotions.

Her clothes were disheveled as he carried her to the bedroom. Fu Sichen was panting heavily. She weakly resisted, placing her hands against his chest. "No, Yan Zheng is here."

"Yes, I know." He kissed her, making sure not a single inch of her skin was missed.

He no longer concealed his desire.

"He's asleep."

"He'll wake up soon." Fu Sichen's face was flushed. Although she was clearly refusing, her soft voice made people even more eager to hear her reply.

Yu Shinan laughed, "Keep your voice down, shall I hurry?"

"Well……"

Fu Sichen punched him with her small fist, the ambiguous affection in her eyes impossible to conceal.

"Sichen, I want you." The man ran his fingers through her hair, his fingertips gently caressing her scalp. His lips lingered on her forehead, eyelids, and bridge of her nose, so intimately that it made her tremble.

Fu Sichen shyly raised her hand to cover his eyes, whimpering, "You're lying. You never touched me before. Am I that ugly? Am I that unattractive to you?"

"You're married. If I were to touch you, what would you do afterward? I don't care what happens to me, but not you." His voice was hoarse. "You little rascal, I've been so considerate of you, trying so hard to restrain myself, yet you say I don't want to."

He kissed her rosy lips, teasing her with his tongue. Her eyes were covered, but he didn't pull them away. He just kept kissing her affectionately. The woman's soft moans reached his ears, stirring the heat of the spring afternoon.

The afternoon sun was strong, and even with the curtains drawn, it couldn't block out the light.

Her eyes welled up with tears. Knowing that he cared about her was one thing, but hearing him say it was another.

My heart was burning from the heat.

"Si Chen, don't doubt your own charm. I have absolutely no resistance to you. I'm so glad you're single now, so I didn't put you in an awkward situation."

Yu Shinan paused, his voice lowering as he lifted her chin with his fingers, his eyes gazing into hers. "I'm so glad you're single. It allows me to love you and cherish you for the rest of my life."

He didn't care about the past; all he cared about was her, and only her.

Such a disheveled confession is hardly a serious one.

But all he could see was her, and his words were so sincere. Fu Sichen felt that her heart was filled with love, emotion, and the fulfillment of an unspeakable wish.

She cupped his face in her hands, leaned in, and gently kissed his lips, her gaze tracing his features.

His silhouette.

"Brother Nan. You finally see me." She smiled, seeing her reflection in his eyes. "No longer a little girl, but a woman, a woman who can be intimate with you, a woman who can bear your baby."

It was supposed to be a happy occasion, but tears suddenly welled up in my eyes.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she choked back sobs. "Do you know how long I've liked you? It hurts so much. And you won't even look at me?"

Her tone betrayed a hint of coquettishness and resentment.

The man froze, then reached out and picked her up, letting her lean against him. He lowered his head and sucked away the tears from the corner of her eyes, as if he had heard something incredible, "A long time...how long?"

"Yes, it's been a long time." She sniffled, "Longer than you."

"How do you know it's been longer than mine?" Yu Shinan asked her in a low, husky voice, with a hint of a smile. He held the little woman in his arms, his arms tightening slightly.

"You're only starting to like me now, how could it have been longer than me?"

Seeing her aggrieved look, Yu Shinan reached out and gently pinched her nose. "Not now."

Ok?

Fu Sichen looked at him, but the man said nothing more, gently wiping away the tears from her eyes with his fingers. "Back then, blame me. I took you when I wasn't thinking clearly."

Fu Sichen gritted her teeth, lowered her eyes, and said, "Resentment."

I'm so resentful.

But it wasn't because he took her; it was because he actually got engaged to Lin Yuanqing and got her pregnant.

Fu Sichen felt sad at the thought and slapped him hard.

"How much resentment do you feel?" Yu Shinan grabbed her hand and pressed it against his face. "Would a few hard slaps make you feel better?"

"cannot."

Fu Sichen pouted, but she poked his cheek with her finger. "Does it hurt? Second brother hit too hard."

"It's alright, I'm not in pain. Beating him up would get me his sister, so it's worth it." He smiled and kissed her fingers, but wouldn't let her change the subject, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"How can I tell you this? You're engaged, and Lin Yuanqing is pregnant with your child. How can I explain this to her?"

Fu Sichen's nose stung with tears, and she punched him repeatedly, her fists clenched. "What's so great about her? Why did you get with her? And you even got her pregnant, Brother Nan, you—"

The tears that I had already held back started flowing again.

It's often said that women are made of water, and that's absolutely true.

"I thought it was her that night," Yu Shinan said, letting her hit him, only holding her tighter. "She told me she was pregnant. After she came back, I didn't sleep with her again, so I assumed it was her that night."

"So you're going to marry her?" Fu Sichen asked, tears welling in his eyes. "You still love her. If you didn't love her, would you marry her?"

She felt uncomfortable and wanted to bring up old grievances, regardless of the responsibilities involved between adults.

All she knew was that he wouldn't even look at her because of Lin Yuanqing.

Yu Shinan sighed, offering no explanation, and pinched her pouty cheek with his fingers. "Little rascal, are you jealous?"

"snort."

Fu Sichen turned his face away, angry, yet unable to suppress the surge of emotion welling up inside him. She hadn't misheard what he had just said, "You haven't slept with her again? So, that child isn't yours?"

The man nodded.

"And then what?"

"In the future?" Yu Shinan rubbed her face. "In the future, it means I chased you all the way abroad, only to find out you got married. Si Chen, you cut a wound in my heart and rubbed salt in it, leaving me no chance to feel guilty or make amends."

"That's not what I meant." Fu Sichen grabbed Yu Shinan's ear, leaned close, and whispered in his ear, "After that, did you do 'that' with her again?"

Yu Shinan was taken aback, then suddenly chuckled softly.

I didn't expect her to care about this.

He didn't care that she had been married and had children.

"Which one?" he asked, his voice hoarse, feigning ignorance.

Fu Sichen blushed under his gaze, and he kept pressing her to ask which one it was.

The young woman was furious and straddled his lap.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his nerves taut, but he did not stop her movements.

It was too late when Fu Sichen tried to stop. She braced herself against him, her head drooping, her long hair falling down, the ends brushing lightly against his well-defined skin.

Her face, hidden by her hair, was unusually red.

Yu Shinan placed his hand on her waist and lifted her up. She lost her balance and leaned forward, her hands resting on his shoulders.

"Brother Nan."

His voice trembled slightly.

Yu Shinan gently bit her lip, his breath warm against her lips. "I have no feelings for her, and I can't possibly get entangled with her anymore. But I keep dreaming about a little vixen. Long hair, slender waist, crying and begging me to save her."

Fu Sichen's teeth chattered slightly, and the heat made her head feel throbbing.

The man's hand on her waist suddenly tightened, and they both cried out at the same time, one soft and the other deep and muffled.

They were intertwined.

……

Yan Zheng slept so soundly that no one woke him up, and as a result, he wet the bed.

I got up wearing my soaking wet pants.

The unfamiliar surroundings left the little guy feeling lost and confused.

She called out to her mother with a pitiful expression.

My mother didn't come out; instead, my uncle, a stranger, appeared, shirtless and wearing only a pair of shorts.

Xiao Yanzheng took a step back. Even without familiar faces around, he was still instinctively wary of strangers.

"You're awake." Yu Shinan squatted down in front of him, looking at his red-rimmed eyes and silent demeanor, which was both pitiful and endearing. He reached out and patted the guy's head. "What's wrong?"

Where is my mother?

Yu Shinan glanced at the room. "Mom is tired and sleeping. Please don't disturb her, okay? You can talk to your uncle if you need anything."

The man tried to keep his tone calm so as not to frighten the child. Seeing the child's red eyes, he chuckled and said, "A grown man shouldn't be crying."

Yan Zheng pouted, the little guy's big head drooping dejectedly, "My pants are wet."

Yu Shinan reached out and touched his pants, "..."

It's more than just wet.

Yu Shinan carried the little guy directly into the bathroom and took off his clothes.

The little guy is quite shy, but he's obedient.

She was unhappy when her hair was washed, smearing water haphazardly on her face with both hands, shaking her big head, splashing water everywhere, and crying out, "I can't see, I can't see!"

Yu Shinan chuckled as he rinsed him, “Close your eyes and tilt your head back.”

Yan Zheng obediently raised his head.

The little guy is quite chubby, with a large frame. He's still small now, but he'll grow up to be very strong.

After giving him a bath, the man wrapped him in a towel and carried the young man out.

"Uncle," Yan Zheng called out, pleading softly, "Can we not tell Mom?"

"Huh? What?"

Yu Shinan placed him beside the bed and looked at the bedding, which was also ruined, covered in a large cloud.

He immediately lifted the mattress and rummaged through the bag that Si Chen had taken down; inside was a spare set of clothes for a child.

"Don't tell Mom I wet the bed--" Yan Zheng said, his head hanging low.

"What, are you afraid Mom will scold you?"

Yan Zheng cooperated by getting dressed, shaking his head.

Yu Shinan chuckled and ruffled his big head with his palm. "Okay, I'll keep it a secret."

The two men, one big and one small, made a pinky promise, and the little guy smiled and kept calling out "Uncle, Uncle," clearly becoming quite friendly.

People, regardless of age, are all the same; if two people are close, there must be things they keep secret from each other.

Yu Shinan went into the master bedroom to get a T-shirt and put it on. He glanced at the little woman lying on the bed, leaned over and kissed her.

Fu Sichen hummed in response, opened his eyes, and said, "Yan Zheng..."

"He's awake. I'll play with him, you rest a bit more." The man touched her forehead to hers. "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it for you."

"Do you have anything here?" This place doesn't seem like where he usually lives.

The man laughed. "I'll take Yan Zheng to the nearby supermarket to buy some things."

"I want to go too." Fu Sichen lay there lazily, looking completely listless, as if his bones were about to fall apart.

"Shall we get up?"

Fu Sichen glared at her fiercely, "It's all your fault! My back hurts, my legs hurt, my waist hurts, my whole body hurts."

She threw a tantrum and acted shamelessly.

The man touched his nose; it had been happening too frequently lately, and it was normal for her to be unable to handle it.

"Then lie down for a while longer, we'll be back in a bit."

Fu Sichen was reluctant; she really wanted to go, and wanted the three of them to go together.

Yu Shinan rubbed her head. "I'll let him play for a while, then you can rest. We'll go to the supermarket later."

She nodded.

Yu Shinan stood up, turned around and saw Yan Zheng standing at the door. He made a shushing gesture, went over and closed the door, and took the little guy away.

Yan Zheng stared at him, seemingly very puzzled.

"Uncle, why are you kissing Mom?"

Yu Shinan coughed lightly, then turned his head to look at Yan Zheng seriously. "I like your mother."

"Do you like your mother as much as Yan Zheng does?"

"Mmm." I like it even more than you do.

Upon receiving the answer, Yan Zheng suddenly grinned and said, "Second Uncle is also my Aunt, my sister said it's embarrassing."

Children don't actually understand these meanings at all, but they still have a strong desire to express themselves.

"You can't say it in front of Mom, she'll be shy."

Yan Zheng nodded solemnly, but the little guy kept asking a million questions.

Why doesn't Dad love Mom? Doesn't he like her?

Yu Shinan paused for a moment, thinking that the two of them might have long since lost their feelings for each other, but this was something that only Si Chen could talk to him about. He couldn't bring himself to discuss Yan Zheng's father's affairs, so he just rubbed the little guy's head.

The two entered the courtyard. They hadn't noticed it before, but now that they looked at it, it was truly rough and desolate, devoid of any human presence.

Yu Shinan thought to himself that he should ask Si Chen if he liked the place and if they could tidy it up a bit.

The scenery here is beautiful. He thought she would like it when he bought this place, so he specially bought one with a large yard.

Because every time she goes back to her hometown, she feels particularly carefree, constantly saying that she wants a garden, the kind full of blooming flowers. She likes photinia, roses, and hydrangeas. She also loves the antique charm of the Han and Tang dynasties.

He could also build her a flower stand and a decorative swing here, and he wanted to raise her like a little girl, carefree forever.

He didn't want her to suffer any more of the grievances and helplessness she had endured in the past.

Yan Zheng is quite good at playing by himself. He climbed up the old tree stump in the yard, and his short legs and chubby little body looked particularly funny.

Even the most obedient boy will still be jumping around. But unlike his mother's anxious shouts, this uncle would help him walk to higher places and watch him climb tree stumps. Yan Zheng was having a great time.

He didn't have any toys for children here, so Yu Shinan picked up a triangular forked twig from the ground and called to him, "Yan Zheng, let's make you a fun toy with this."

"OK."

The little guy was very happy.

The man went back to the living room, and Yan Zheng followed him eagerly. Yu Shinan made him a simple slingshot, and they took the little guy to hunt birds in the yard.

The room window was slightly open, and the occasional laughter from Yan Zheng brought a faint smile to Fu Sichen's face.

You two should get along well.

Yan Zheng, he is your father.

A real father.

The laughter outside made her want to get up and take a look, so Fu Sichen stood up.

Her suitcase was in the room, and all her clothes were hung up by him.

Fu Sichen looked at her few scattered clothes hanging together with his. She grabbed his clothes and pressed them against her face, smelling the familiar scent of soap on him.

Her face flushed slightly. Finally, their clothes were hanging together, and she no longer had to be jealous of others.

She wore black leggings, but instead of her own top, she chose his T-shirt. The loose, oversized shirt was still too big, even with a knot at the hem.

But being wrapped up like this, she felt as if he were holding her. Fu Sichen gently hugged herself, imagining the feeling of him holding her, her face flushed.

The affair between a man and a woman is wanton and shameful, but what can she do? She loves being intimate with him like that, and she doesn't even feel like herself anymore.

Fu Sichen suddenly covered his face with his hands and stomped his feet in embarrassment.

The phone suddenly rang, startling her. Fu Sichen quickly reached for the phone.

Nan Ge's cell phone.

It was Ding Jing calling.

Fu Sichen stood at the window and looked out, then called down, "Brother Nan, it's Auntie on the phone."

"Could you answer this for me?"

Yu Shinan didn't even look up; he was holding the little guy and aiming his slingshot at the treetop.

Two figures, one big and one small, both with one eye squinted, making identical copied and pasted expressions.

Fu Sichen answered the phone, "Auntie."

On the other end of the phone, Ding Jing was taken aback. "Si Chen? Haven't you been dropped off yet?"

"We're here." Fu Sichen didn't think of anything else and just said, "Are you looking for Brother Nan? He's playing with Yan Zheng. I'll go down and give him my phone."

She ran downstairs as fast as she could.

"Oh, it's okay, it's good that you're home. Tell him to call me back when he has time!" Ding Jing paused for a moment, then asked, "Is your husband home too?"

"Fu Yanzheng!"

Ding Jing shuddered at Fu Sichen's shrill shout over the phone.

The little guy jumped off the artificial hill built in the yard, and Fu Sichen was so scared that his heart almost stopped.

Yu Shinan caught the little guy from below, and the two of them were startled by the noise and looked back.

"It's okay. I can catch him." Yu Shinan put the child down and looked back at the woman rushing towards him.

Fu Sichen slapped Yu Shinan, huffing, "What if? Are you trying to scare me to death?"

"Fu Yanzheng, come here!" Fu Sichen said angrily.

Mom is so fierce.

Fu Yanzheng hid behind Yu Shinan, his little head resting against one of his legs, trembling with fear.

"Yan Zheng was scared by you." Yu Shinan coaxed gently, reaching out to pinch her puffed-up cheeks. "Don't be angry anymore. I'll be more careful next time."

Fu Sichen is not easily coaxed.

The man smiled, put one arm around her waist, and leaned closer to ask her a question, not bothering to be polite since the child didn't understand.

"Does your body still hurt? Do you want me to rub it for you?"

"Who wants you to rub it?" Fu Sichen muttered.

The man chuckled, reached out and picked up the little one. "Come on, tell Mommy to be careful in the future."

"Mom, Yanzheng will be more careful from now on," the little guy obediently promised.

Fu Sichen glanced at the two of them, his heart slightly relieved, and then suddenly let out a cry.

"Auntie, the phone."

The call had already ended. Fu Sichen handed the phone to Yu Shinan, saying, "Go and call your aunt back right away."