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

The kitchen was filled with the roar of stir-frying, and the aroma of rice permeated the air.

Yan Zheng sniffed, "Mom smells so good."

"Let's eat in a bit." Fu Sichen glanced over, his eyes narrowed in a smile.

When I was little, I always thought that such a simple life was readily available.

As I grew up, I realized that it wasn't like that. The simple and beautiful things only become special because of that person.

She got up and went into the kitchen to get a bowl to serve the rice.

Yu Shinan had just finished making a braised dish. He reached out and turned off the heat of the steamer next to him. He took out the steamed egg custard and poured the minced meat braising sauce over it.

It truly has a perfect combination of color, aroma, and taste.

"Wow, this looks delicious."

"Steamed egg with minced meat. It's a mountain egg from Mom's place; Yanzheng should like it." The man replied, watching her open the cupboard to look for something. "What are you looking for?"

"These bowls aren't very pretty," she wrinkled her nose. "Is this all you have?"

Yu Shinan smiled. "Little girl, you like pretty things."

Cooking is all about color, aroma, and taste, and plating is an art in itself. Fu Sichen can only appreciate the taste, but she has a particular fondness for beautiful bowls and plates. It's really a personal habit that she can't change.

Yes, I'll get it for you.

Yu Shinan opened the tall cabinet in the kitchen and took out a set of tableware that was still in its original packaging.

The finest Chinese porcelain.

It has a fine texture, a thin but hard body, and a bright color.

"I saw it at a hotel supplies exhibition and bought it. I eat alone and I'm not often here, so I don't use it."

Fu Sichen took it out to admire it, his eyes shining. "It's beautiful!"

Yu Shinan went to attend to other matters, and Fu Sichen turned her head to look at the man's resolute and hard profile, which had softened somewhat in the firelight and cooking smoke. She nudged him with her elbow and grinned, "Did you think of me when you bought this set of tableware?"

Looking into her fox-like, curved eyes, Yu Shinan chuckled.

This was clearly not his style, but it was the style she liked.

Yu Shinan brought the food to the dining room, where Fu Sichen was still cutting fruit. He went over to take the work from her, but Fu Sichen shook her head. "Don't make me do nothing. I'll lose my ability to live independently."

"It's okay, I'll raise it."

Fu Sichen straightened up and glanced at him sideways.

The man laughed, standing behind her and taking her hand that was holding the knife. "Want some carving? I'll teach you."

It wasn't teaching at all. He took her hand and finished in a few strokes, while she struggled for ages, carving crooked and uneven pieces.

"You can study later when you have time. Look at the time. If you don't eat soon, Yan Zheng won't be able to hold on." Yu Shinan smiled and led him out. Yan Zheng was already irresistibly tempted by the aroma. He grabbed the table and reached out to grab it, but his fingers got burned by the hot plate. He pulled his hand back and groaned that it was too hot.

Fu Sichen was amused by his silly expression. "Serves you right. Did you wash your hands? Go wash your hands."

At the woman's command, Yu Shinan conscientiously led the child to wash his hands and face.

Standing in front of the sink, Yan Zheng looked at the muscular man. Although he didn't quite understand why his mother wanted him to call him "Dad," he still made up his mind to listen to his mother for the sake of the toy car.

"Uncle, will you buy me lots of toy cars in the future? Mommy said you won't take away the toy cars you buy me." The little guy asked in his childish voice.

The simple phrase "uncle and father" left Yu Shinan completely bewildered.

"Why is it your uncle's father?"

"Mom said you're Dad." Yan Zheng tilted his little head, so he's Uncle Dad.

Yu Shinan suddenly picked up the little guy, holding him up in his arms and staring into his eyes. "Did Mommy tell you that?"

"Mhm." Yan Zheng nodded.

Yu Shinan was so excited he didn't know what expression to wear. He put the little guy down, squatted down in front of him, and rubbed his face with both hands. "Say 'Daddy' and I'll buy you a toy car."

Overjoyed, Yan Zheng immediately abandoned all principles and happily and adorably called out, "Dad!"

The man happily picked up the little one and gave him a big kiss.

I was very excited and happy.

This shows that Si Chen wants to be with him. In fact, he will accept whatever Yan Zheng calls him, whether he calls him uncle, paternal uncle, or maternal uncle.

But undeniably, he was still happy when he called him "Dad".

Before the two of them came out, Fu Sichen went to the restroom. "Are you done?"

As the two of them pushed open the door and were about to leave, they heard Brother Nan coaxing the little guy, "Say it again."

"dad."

The little one's crisp voice mingled with the man's deep laughter.

Yu Shinan looked at the petite woman standing outside, his smile impossible to hide. "You told him to shout?"

"Okay." Fu Sichen nodded. "Hurry up, the food is getting cold. Why are you taking so long to wash your hands?"

Yu Shinan carried the baby out, walked to her side, bent down and kissed her cheek. "Thank you."

Thank you for letting the child recognize him; he will be a good father.

Fu Sichen, "..."

She watched the two children walk towards the dining table, and suddenly—

Brother Nan, have you not figured this out yet?

She gritted her teeth, stomped her foot, and thought, "How stupid!"

The meal was very pleasant, and Fu Sichen noticed two particularly beautiful wine glasses on his wine cabinet.

It wasn't a traditional wine glass; it was a very special artwork with colored decorations, and Fu Sichen insisted on using it.

Yu Shinan recalled her drunken state last time, "Are you sure you want to drink? Last time you—"

"Ah! Don't say it!" Fu Sichen covered his mouth with her hand, her face flushed. "Don't reveal my dark history."

The man chuckled softly. He opened a bottle of red wine. "Have some red wine, but not too much, or you'll feel unwell."

Even a candlelight dinner sprinkled with flower petals won't feel romantic with a child around.

Yu Shinan was distracted by Yan Zheng eating.

The shrimp were peeled and served one to each person; they were very busy.

Fu Sichen rested his chin on his hand, a beautiful glass filled with red wine. Through the swirling liquid, he looked at the two men sitting beside him, one big and one small. He watched as Nan Ge reached out to wipe the soup from Xiao Yanzheng's mouth, his eyes and brows full of smiles.

"Eat some more." The man held the peeled shrimp directly to her mouth.

Fu Sichen opened his mouth and bit into it, but instead of eating the shrimp properly, he bit his finger with his teeth and sucked on his fingertip with his soft tongue.

Then she suddenly stepped back and smiled foolishly at him.

Her eyes, tinged with the allure of alcohol, were especially captivating under the dappled lights.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed with barely suppressed urge. He reached out and moved the glass in front of her to the side. "Stop drinking. You've had enough."

"I don't want to, I want to drink." Fu Sichen not only refused, but also snatched the glass and drank it.

"If you really want to drink, drink slowly. Be careful not to get a headache if you drink too fast." Yu Shinan sighed, gently coaxing the little girl, before diverting his attention to feed Yan Zheng.

He can eat quite a lot; no wonder he's so chubby.

Yu Shinan patted his round little belly, "Let's tap it to see if the watermelon is ripe. It's not ready to eat yet. You need to play for a while and then go to sleep."

Yan Zheng chuckled and patted his belly, "Little watermelon."

Yu Shinan took him to the living room to play.

When he returned, he saw Fu Sichen tilting her head back and chugging wine. He went over to take the glass away, but she suddenly stood up, tiptoed, and hooked her arm around his neck, giving him all the wine in her mouth.

The man held her swaying waist with both hands and accepted the cloyingly sweet wine from her mouth.

After he finished drinking it all, she hooked her arms around his neck, leaned back, and laughed like a little fox.

Wine dripped from the corner of his mouth, sliding down and leaving a noticeable red mark on his neck, seeping into his collar.

"Is it good?"

"It's delicious." Yu Shinan hugged her, licking away the wine stains from the corner of her mouth with his tongue, but he didn't stop, moving down her neck.

Fu Sichen hummed in response, tightening her grip on his neck slightly as she pulled him closer to her. Her limp, alcohol-soaked body pressed against his chest, and her breathing instantly became heavy.

Yu Shinan quickly pulled her away, bent down, picked her up, and placed her on the sofa in the living room, letting her lean against it. "Want to watch some TV?"

"I don't want to, I want to see you." She pouted slightly, acting a little drunk, and leaned against him affectionately.

The man glanced at Yan Zheng, who was playing alone nearby, and then at the messy, untidy restaurant.

He simply pulled her into his arms, turned on the TV, and said, "Let's watch some TV."

When Yan Zheng saw that the TV was on, he hopped over and shouted that he wanted to watch cartoons.

Yu Shinan helped him choose a movie, and the little guy, seeing his mother nestled in his arms, also snuggled in.

The man simply picked up both of them at once.

Yan Zheng was well-behaved while watching TV, not moving around much, but the little woman on top of him was a different story. She was never still for a moment. Even though her eyes were on the TV, her hand slipped under his shirt and touched his chest. He resisted and didn't stop her, but she leaned closer and stared curiously at his Adam's apple.

Soft fingers slid threateningly across his Adam's apple, her eyes gleaming with amusement, and she asked with particular curiosity, "Brother Nan, why is that part of you moving around?"

Yu Shinan grabbed her fingers and held them in his palm. He tilted his head and looked at her. "Let's find a nanny sometime."

"Okay." Fu Sichen smiled, her eyes crinkling. She reached for her phone and dialed her aunt's number. "Aunt An, can you come over?"

"Miss Fu, where are you? I'm coming right now."

Fu Sichen tilted his head and handed the phone to Yu Shinan, "Brother Nan, tell Aunt An the location."

"It's too late, come over tomorrow." Yu Shinan took the phone, gave the address, and hung up before giving the other party any more questions.

"Your family's nanny?"

"Yes." Fu Sichen nodded. "My mom found her for me. She's very good at taking care of children. Yan Zheng likes her a lot."

Yu Shinan chuckled and tapped her little nose with his finger, "Looks like you're quite good at taking care of children."

He was implying something, which displeased Fu Sichen, who pouted, "I'm not a child."

"Why not?" The man's eyes crinkled with laughter as he pinched her cheek. "You spoiled little rascal."

"Don't you like it?" Fu Sichen smiled, her eyes crinkling, her fingers tracing the bone structure of his chest down.

Yu Shinan took a deep breath, gripped her wrist with one hand, and said in a deeper voice, "Si Chen."

A sense of restrained tension.

Even Yan Zheng turned around and glanced back.

Unfortunately, the two of them, who were snuggled together, used their bodies to cover up all their secret movements.

The little fox looked up at him and asked, "Am I a child?"

"No." The man kissed her, his voice hoarse as he coaxed her, "Be good, don't be naughty."

But the little fox wouldn't listen to reason. She pressed her face against his neck and, drunk, asked him, "Brother Nan, why are your veins bulging? I love seeing you like this."

Yu Shinan's temples were throbbing with veins, and his heart was pounding violently in his chest. He steeled himself, pulled her hand away, and held her tightly in his arms.

Fu Sichen admitted that she had been drinking, but not to the point of getting drunk to death, but the alcohol made her increasingly reckless.

She wasn't exactly a well-behaved girl to begin with, but the upbringing she received from a respectable family still had an influence on her. However, that didn't mean she had to put on an act when facing Brother Nan.

She wasn't afraid of him laughing at her when she was with him; she was willing to be shameless no matter what.

Fu Sichen hugged him, pressing her face against his chest, her laughter, tinged with the effects of alcohol, was intoxicating. "Brother Nan, your heart is beating so fast."

She reached for his hand again, saying, "Try it and see if my heart beats that fast."

Yu Shinan, "..."

He'll really be driven crazy by her.

The man reached for the remote control and discussed with Yan Zheng, "It's time to go to bed."

"I'll watch this episode, I'll finish this one." The little guy made the request in his childish voice.

Yu Shinan glanced at the progress bar on the TV; there were still seven or eight minutes left. He decided to just bear with it.

Fu Sichen giggled and breathed into his ear, "Brother Nan, didn't I say I had good news to tell you?"

"Hmm, what's the good news?"

Yu Shinan looked at her with particularly tender eyes.

No matter how much she teases him, she's still his little girl, someone he cherishes dearly. This secret flirting seems to drag him back to his most innocent years, as if he had never participated in those dark days.

"You're so stupid, I already gave you a hint." She snorted.

Yu Shinan raised an eyebrow, genuinely wondering what she had hinted at.

However, there is one thing she probably didn't realize because she was drunk.

Reaching out to brush the hair from her forehead, Yu Shinan asked, "An Ma is the nanny your mother arranged for you, why did you send her here..."

"Huh?" Fu Sichen didn't understand.

Yu Shinan smiled and kissed her forehead. "It's okay."

This way, the Fu family will definitely know that Si Chen is with him.

Although this matter couldn't be kept secret anyway, and he didn't want to, he still wanted to fully consider her feelings as things progressed.

She didn't want to go too fast, so he could slow down a little to match her pace.

Moreover, he didn't want to wrong her, so he wanted to finish things up before personally visiting the Fu family to pay respects to their elders.

Although the plan might be disrupted, it doesn't matter; no matter what, he will not let her go.

Whether I'm worthy of her or not, I want to keep her by my side for the rest of my life.

"What exactly happened? Tell me."

Fu Sichen was still shaking his arm, but the man refused to speak. Instead, he reminded Yan Zheng that it was time.

He carried Fu Sichen back to the bedroom. Yan Zheng was pitiful, climbing the stairs by himself.

Yu Shinan put Fu Sichen on the bed, and when he turned around, he saw that Yan Zheng had also come over and was standing by the bed, taking off his shoes and pants and rolling onto the bed.

Yu Shinan hesitated for only a second before the little guy jumped naked into Fu Sichen's arms.

Fu Sichen smiled, hugged the little guy who rushed over, kissed his forehead, and then wrapped the little guy in his arms.

That gentle haven that belonged to him was taken advantage of by this little guy.

Yu Shinan chuckled, and seeing that Fu Sichen was lazy and couldn't open his eyes, he let them be.

He went downstairs to tidy up the restaurant, and when he came back, he saw that both of them were asleep, with their blankets kicked off and in a mess.

Yu Shinan picked up the little guy and tossed him into the second bedroom.

The man stood by the bed and tapped his little head. "A real man should sleep by himself."

After saying that, he laughed, and the ulterior motives behind it were obvious.

Back in the master bedroom, he saw Fu Sichen sitting in the middle of the bed, looking at him blankly. "Where's Yan Zheng?"

"He's in the second bedroom. I just carried him there." Yu Shinan handed her a water glass from the bedside table. "Would you like some water?"

"Um."

Fu Sichen nodded and opened his mouth, waiting for him to feed him water.

Yu Shinan smiled indulgently, gently stroking her nose with his finger, and still held the water glass to her lips, supporting her head with one hand as she drank.

He wiped the water from the corner of her mouth, put down the water glass, picked her up, and said, "Let's take a shower, then we'll go to sleep."

Fu Sichen wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled up to him, "Brother Nan, will you give me a bath?"

As she spoke, her tone rose, sweet and provocative.

Yu Shinan felt his blood rush to his head. He was at a loss with her, and his throat felt like it was burning. "Didn't you say it hurt a lot? Stop teasing me."

He warned her.

"But, but, I'm so dizzy, I can't stand up." She deliberately acted coquettishly, her affected voice sounding just like a little girl from an anime.

"There's a bathtub, so you don't have to stand."

Fu Sichen was stunned for a moment, then chuckled softly. That was a valid reason.

The bathtub was already filled with water. He put her out and asked, still a little worried, "Can you wash yourself?"

Fu Sichen shook his head, looking at him pitifully.

Yu Shinan was somewhat helpless. He reached out and held her head, gently touching his forehead to hers, his teeth clenched. "You little rascal, all you do is torture me."

Who's really torturing whom?

Fu Sichen gripped the edge of the bathtub tightly with both hands until her fingertips turned white. Her face was flushed, as if it were about to bleed, whether from the alcohol, the heat, or something else. Her eyes were unfocused, and she bit her lip hard.

The bathtub full of bubbles obscured all the charm and beauty.

The man squatting outside reached one arm inside, the fine beads of sweat on his forehead glistening in the light.

He suddenly pulled her out and kissed her lips fiercely, his hot breath seeping into her pores.

But apart from that, the man did not do anything more outrageous.

He held her while he washed her.

Covered in foam, he felt slippery and afraid of falling in. Fu Sichen hugged him tightly, but his arms were full of moisture, whether from the bathroom steam or his sweat, he couldn't tell.

He used a dry towel to wipe her eyes to avoid getting foam in them and causing discomfort. Even though he was in so much pain, he still took care of her thoroughly first.

Fu Sichen suddenly felt that she had gone too far. She knew that he was really gentle and restrained.

Even so, she was finding it hard to bear.

The difference in their physiques was innate. Fu Sichen kissed his taut jawline and said in a low voice, "Brother Nan, I can."

"Stop fooling around."

The man's voice was hoarse. He pulled a bath towel over her, wrapped her up, and carried her out.

Fu Sichen nestled in his arms, motionless, her eyes slightly sore, her heart overflowing with pink bubbles. She truly knew she had found an exceptionally good man.

When she was put down, she clung to his neck, refusing to let go. "Brother Nan, I haven't told you the good news yet."

"Hmm? Let's talk about it tomorrow. Let's rest first."

"I don't want to." She kicked her legs in resentment, her eyes reddening. "I want to tell you."

"You don't believe me when I say you're delicate, so why are you jealous?" Yu Shinan chuckled, pulled down her hands, put her pajamas on her, and then picked her up.

"What good news? Tell me, I'm listening."

Fu Sichen climbed on top of him and kissed his lips. "I've never married Han Yi. You're the only man I have."

The arm that was loosely holding her suddenly tightened, and Fu Sichen cried out and fell into his arms, where he held her tightly.

Realizing he might have used too much force, he quickly loosened his grip. His eyes were filled with disbelief as he stared at her, at her reflection in the pool, at her slightly reddened eyes. His voice was incredibly hoarse. "Say it again."

"Sichen, say it again."

"I didn't marry Han Yi. He was just helping me. I, Fu Sichen, only love one man, and I've only ever been intimate with one man." Fu Sichen's eyes filled with tears, and she bit his chin hard. "Did you hear me clearly?"

I heard it clearly, and I did more than just hear it clearly.

My heart is about to explode.

Yu Shinan frantically wiped away her tears, his teeth chattering, his voice barely audible, "Then, Yan Zheng—"

"You're so stupid. Even my second brother noticed, but you didn't. My sister-in-law said you two look alike. I even tried to get Yan Zheng to call you 'Dad,' and you still didn't suspect anything." Fu Sichen scolded him, "You really are so stupid."

"I just—"

"I just—"

"I didn't dare to think about it."

Yu Shinan felt a tightness and soreness in his throat, and this soreness brought tears to his eyes.

He took a deep breath, hugged her tightly, and kissed Si Chen's eyebrows, eyes, and cheeks haphazardly. Overwhelmed with emotion, his arms trembled slightly as he held her. "Si Chen, I just... I didn't dare to think about it. I was stupid, so stupid. Letting you be alone these past few years, letting you be alone—"

He was rambling incoherently and didn't know what to say anymore.

It was so unexpected.

It's about gratitude.

It's a feeling of liking and loving that I can't suppress.

He kissed her eyes, kissed her lips, "But the birth time of Yan Zheng, the one you told me back then, is not the same as the original time."

"You believe everything you're told? Why don't you go and check it out yourself?" Fu Sichen snorted.

Yu Shinan was speechless.

He couldn't help but want to laugh, but the tears welling up in his eyes were almost uncontrollable. "Yan Zheng is my son. He's our son."

Fu Sichen nodded, cupping his face in her hands. "Yan Zheng is your son, my son with you. My second brother deliberately kept it from you, and you believed him so easily, even making Yan Zheng call you uncle. I almost had a heart attack from anger. I wanted you to find out on your own, I wanted you to be so excited that you would hug me and spin me around, but you couldn't get any signals at all."

"It's me, it's my fault for being stupid." Yu Shinan took her hand and slapped it against his own face.

He picked her up again and said, "It's okay now too."

"ah--"

Fu Sichen hurriedly hugged him, "No, no, no—don't spin me, I'm dizzy."

Upon hearing that she felt dizzy, Yu Shinan quickly stopped.

Fu Sichen couldn't help but laugh. Compared to the happiness she was experiencing now, all the sadness she had gone through in the past seemed insignificant.

"The rooster crows at dawn."

"Um?"

"Marry me, I'll come to your house to propose, and I'll marry you."

He didn't want to wait, he couldn't wait any longer.

"Are you proposing to me?" Fu Sichen bit her lip, her face flushed.

Yu Shinan suddenly realized, "This isn't formal enough. Another day, another day I'll prepare—"

Fu Sichen kissed him on the lips, stopping him from saying anything more, "You'll get beaten up by my parents."

"I'm not afraid. I'm thick-skinned."

"Even if you're thick-skinned, I still feel sorry for you." The young woman's eyebrows curved into a smile, her sly eyes darting around. "I'm still so young, I don't mind that you're old, so don't be in such a hurry."

Yu Shinan stared at her, knowing that she wasn't lying or saying it out of anger. He nodded, "Okay, it's alright, I'll wait for you." He could wait until she wanted to get married, whenever she wanted.