His physiological preference

"Yang Yaohua!" The supervisor's angry voice came through the microphone, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.

"Listen to me, you son of a bitch! If you want to stay in Shangyuan, don't mess with the people you shouldn't! You're asking for trouble, don't drag us down with you!"

The phone hangs up.

Yang Yaohua stood there, holding his phone.

He looked at his phone screen, and if the call logs hadn't been still there, he would have thought he was hallucinating.

He looked up at Qin Yuzheng. The man was talking to Yang Zhiyan with his head down, his voice low and indistinct, but his tone was gentle, patient, and like he was coaxing a child.

Yang Yaohua put his phone away, his hands still trembling. He turned and left, his steps quick, as if he were fleeing.

The takeout bag swayed back and forth in his hand, the food containers inside rattling softly.

His shadow was stretched long by the streetlights, trailing across the gray paving stones like a black phantom fleeing in panic.

When Yang Yaohua returned home, Li Fengxia was sitting on the sofa breastfeeding the baby.

The bottle was held up, and the baby sucked on the nipple for a couple of times before spitting it out. Milk dripped from the corner of the baby's mouth onto the bib.

Li Fengxia wiped her face with a tissue and said impatiently, "Eat or not? If you don't eat, go to sleep."

She placed the bottle on the coffee table, picked up the baby, and stood up. When Yang Yaohua entered, she looked up and saw him walking in, clutching his wrist, his expression troubled.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Yang Yaohua didn't speak. He sat down on the sofa and put his wrist under the light.

There was a clear red mark around his wrist, like someone had drawn a circle with a red marker. Li

Fengxia put the child on the sofa, took his wrist and looked at it, then looked at his face.

"Who hit him?"

Yang Yaohua recounted what had happened. After listening, Li Fengxia poured some medicinal wine into her palm, rubbed it to warm it, and then pressed it onto his wrist.

Yang Yaohua hissed and pulled his hand back slightly, but she held it down.

"She found someone capable," Li Fengxia said softly, her voice tinged with envy and resentment.

"Yaohua, do you think she did it on purpose? She deliberately helped us borrow money on the platform, deliberately didn't tell us the interest rate was so high, and deliberately watched us get anxious. She just wanted to see us make a fool of ourselves."

Yang Yaohua didn't speak, looking down at Li Fengxia's hands rubbing his wrist.

The smell of the medicinal wine filled the room; it was spicy, pungent, and mixed with the unpleasant smell of a baby's milk.

Yang Yaohua thought for a long time and finally came up with a sentence: "She has found a powerful backer."

Li Fengxia glanced at him but didn't reply. She was a bully who preyed on the weak, and so was Yang Yaohua.

They can act with impunity in front of the weak, but instinctively shrink back in front of the strong.

This is an instinct ingrained in our bones, something we've developed since childhood, a conditioned reflex.

My walk was interrupted.

Yang Zhiyan leaned against Qin Yuzheng's chest, listening to Yang Yaohua's footsteps grow fainter and fainter until they disappeared around the street corner. She straightened up from his embrace and tidied her wind-blown hair.

"Let's go back," she said.

"Okay." Qin Yuzheng took her hand.

The two walked back to the parking lot, drove the car out of the parking space, and merged into the traffic on the main road.

Yang Zhiyan leaned back in the passenger seat, looking at the street scene outside the window.

The streetlights flickered across her face, but her expression remained calm. She had truly achieved composure in the face of the Yang family.

From now on, let's pretend these family members don't exist. She'll find new family, someone to help and support each other—a true family in the real sense.

Qin Yuzheng didn't ask her anything. He held the steering wheel with one hand and reached out with the other to take her hand, which was resting on her knee.

Back at Shengshi Tianxi, the motion-activated lights on the 22nd-floor corridor came on.

Yang Zhiyan stood in front of her door, her fingers on the doorknob, but she didn't turn it.

She turned to look at Qin Yuzheng. He stood behind her. The corridor lights shone down from above, casting a uniform white light on his face.

His eyes were brighter than the corridor lights, brighter than the streetlights downstairs, and brighter than the moon tonight.

She stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

Qin Yuzheng was stunned. His eyes were open, her eyes were closed.

Her lips pressed against his, the movement a little clumsy, the pressure a little too light.

Her lips were pressed against the left side of his upper lip, with only a small portion touching his lips.

Qin Yuzheng's mind exploded with joy.

His brain momentarily froze, only repeating one message: she took the initiative. It was her first time taking the initiative. The baby took the initiative.

His hand slid from her waist to her back, pulling her slightly towards him, and his lips adjusted their position. He closed his eyes.

The motion-activated lights in the corridor went out.

Two people kissed in the dark. There were no lights, no one passing by, no sound, only their breaths and heartbeats.

His fingers slid from her back to the back of her head, through her hair, his fingertips brushing against her scalp.

Her hair was tied up with a hairpin today. His fingers touched the white jade hairpin, and the hairpin slipped out of her hair and fell onto the carpet in the corridor without a sound.

Her hair fell down, draped over her shoulders, and landed on the back of his hand.

Her hair was cool, smooth, and flowed through his fingers like water.

When Qin Yuzheng released her, they were both panting. Yang Zhiyan's face was flushed red, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at him, her fingers clutching the shirt at his chest.

She took the initiative tonight. Not because he helped her, not because she was moved, but because she is twenty-five years old, a normal adult woman.

She has a handsome, well-built boyfriend who treats her well.

She wondered if it was really as wonderful as it was described in novels.

She messaged Jiang Siya a couple of days ago, saying that she was under so much stress that her period was more than half a month late.

Yang Zhiyan said that if they didn't come soon, she would have to see a doctor.

Jiang Siya replied, "Traditional Chinese medicine says that in this situation, sleeping with a handsome guy will make your period run smoothly. You should hurry up and pounce on your boss."

Yang Zhiyan replied with a single word, "Get lost," then slumped onto the table, burying her face in her arms, her ears burning red for a long time.

She didn't dare tell Jiang Siya that she had actually been attracted to him. Not attracted to Jiang Siya's words, but attracted to the idea of ​​"pouncing on the big boss" itself.

Qin Yuzheng had no idea what she was thinking. He only saw her head down, her face flushed, her fingers clutching his shirt. He spoke.

"Baby, can I...?"

Yang Zhiyan lowered her head and nodded.

Qin Yuzheng saw it, his heart skipped a beat, and when it started beating again, it was so fast that his chest hurt a little.

He picked Yang Zhiyan up, supporting her hips so that she hung on him.

Yang Zhiyan wrapped her legs around his waist, put her arms around his neck, and buried her face in the crook of his shoulder.

He entered his password, and the door opened. He carried her inside and closed the door with his foot.

The bedroom light was off. The curtains weren't fully drawn, and light from outside squeezed in through the gaps.

Qin Yuzheng placed her on the bed, leaned down, supported her ear with one hand, and brushed the hair that was scattered on her face with the other.

Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, falling on her face. Her eyes shone with light, reflecting his image.

Qin Yuzheng lowered his head and kissed her. Their breathing gradually became rapid and hot.

Yang Zhiyan let out soft sobs.