Yingqu Liuzi was pampered by her wealthy daddy.

Shen Yu'an did not sleep well that night.

The heating was broken, and the room was as cold as an icebox. He wrapped himself in two blankets and huddled in the corner of the bed, waking up several times in a daze.

Every time I wake up, my hands and feet feel cold, and I have to cover myself with the blanket for a long time before I can fall back asleep.

He was woken up by his alarm clock around 7 a.m.

The moment he crawled out of bed, the cold air hit his face, making him shiver.

He quickly grabbed the hoodie next to him and put it on, then put on a jacket, making him look bulky.

While washing up, he saw himself in the mirror. His hair was messy, there were faint dark circles under his eyes, and his complexion wasn't good. He patted his face to make himself look more refreshed.

I have class this morning, so I can't be late.

Shen Yu'an packed his things and went out. When he got to the apartment door, he realized that it was still raining, a little less than last night, but still very cold. He opened his long-handled black umbrella and walked towards the subway station.

The umbrella was heavy, the handle felt nice to hold, and it was very large when opened, enough to cover a whole person.

Shen Yu'an walked in the rain, but his clothes didn't get wet at all.

He glanced down at the umbrella in his hand and remembered that it belonged to that person.

I need to find a chance to return it to him today.

No, he didn't even know that person's name.

Shen Yu'an was a little annoyed.

Last night I was so busy saying thank you that I forgot to ask his name. In the text message, I only know that he is called "sir," and I don't even know his surname.

Upon arriving at school, Shen Yu'an first went to the art studio to put away her homework, and then went to the classroom for class.

The professor was lecturing on color theory. He took some notes in his notebook, but his mind kept drifting to other things.

For example, what that person said: "I'll have someone check the heating system tomorrow."

He didn't know if the heating had been fixed. It was still cold when he went out in the morning, and he didn't have time to ask the landlord.

At lunchtime, Shen Yu'an carried his bag and walked towards the school gate. He planned to buy lunch at a nearby sandwich shop and then return to his studio to continue painting.

The rain still hadn't stopped; it wasn't too heavy, but it was too light. If you didn't use an umbrella, you'd get wet, but using one seemed like too much trouble.

Shen Yu'an opened the umbrella and walked out with her head down.

As he walked to the school gate, he caught a glimpse of a car parked on the side of the road.

It was black, very big, and very quiet.

He didn't pay much attention at first; cars often parked at the school gate to pick up and drop off students. But after taking a couple of steps, he suddenly realized something was off; that car looked... kind of familiar.

Shen Yu'an stopped and turned to look.

The black body, clean lines, and understated yet high-end feel.

It's a Rolls-Royce.

It's the same car he rode in last night.

Shen Yu'an was stunned.

He stood in the rain, holding that long-handled black umbrella, looking at the car parked by the roadside, his mind a little blank.

Why are you here again?

Coincidence?

He was still stunned when the back window rolled down.

That excessively handsome face appeared before him again.

Her grey-blue eyes looked at him, her expression unchanged, indifferent, but her voice was gentle.

"get out of class is over?"

Shen Yu'an opened his mouth, but after a long pause, he managed to squeeze out a single word: "...Mm."

"Get in the car, I'll take you home."

Shen Yu'an blinked but didn't move.

He had a million questions on his mind, such as, "Did you come here specifically to see me?"

But he couldn't bring himself to ask any of them, because it would be too impolite.

He couldn't interrogate someone like a criminal just because they helped him.

"Um... what are you doing here?" Shen Yu'an finally asked a safer question.

"It's on my way," the other person said. "I have a meeting nearby."

Shen Yu'an glanced at the car, then at the other person.

Drop by?

This is going too smoothly.

But he was too embarrassed to ask any more questions, so he nodded, bent down, and got into the car.

The car was still so warm, and it still smelled so nice, like cedar.

Shen Yu-an wasn't as reserved as yesterday, but he didn't dare to relax completely either. He still sat very well, with his art supply box placed at his feet.

Have you eaten?

The person next to me asked.

Shen Yu'an shook his head: "Not yet, I'm planning to go to the art studio to buy a sandwich."

The other person frowned slightly.

The movement was so light and quick that Shen Yu'an wouldn't have noticed it at all if he hadn't been watching him.

"Eat something first." The person turned to the side, took a paper bag from the storage compartment in front of them, and handed it over. "Just bought it, it's still warm."

Shen Yu'an was stunned for a moment, then took it and opened it.

Inside were two sandwiches and a small box of fruit, all of which looked very fresh.

The sandwich wrapper had the logo of his usual shop printed on it, which was near the school.

He looked up and glanced at the person.

The other person's expression remained unchanged, indifferent, as if what they were handing over was nothing more than a breakfast they had casually bought.

"Thank you," Shen Yu'an said softly, taking out a sandwich and taking a bite.

It was still warm and tasted delicious.

He was indeed hungry. He hadn't eaten much last night, and he had overslept this morning and hadn't had time for breakfast.

Eating hot food now makes me feel much better.

He ate quietly, taking small bites, his cheeks bulging out like a little hamster.

The person next to him glanced at him, then looked away.

The car was quiet for a while, with only the faint sound of Shen Yu'an eating.

After he finished eating a sandwich, the other person took out a thermos from the side, unscrewed the lid, poured something into it, and handed it to him.

"Have some of this."

Shen Yu'an took it and saw that it was black tea.

The cup is a white porcelain cup, warm to the touch, and the tea is a deep amber color, steaming hot.

He leaned closer and smelled it; it had a very rich tea aroma, not the kind that comes from tea bags, but the aroma of very good black tea.

He took a small sip.

The warm tea slid down my throat, and my whole body began to warm up from my stomach. My body, which had been chilled by the cold wind last night, finally felt completely refreshed.

"It's delicious," Shen Yu'an said softly, her eyes crinkling slightly.

The person next to him noticed his upturned eyes and gently twitched his fingers on his knee.

"I'm glad you like it." Her voice was still flat, but a little softer than usual.

Shen Yu'an held the cup of tea, taking small sips, and relaxed completely.

The car's heater warmed him, the hot tea in his hand warmed him, and the person sitting next to him made him feel inexplicably safe.

He suddenly felt that the freezing night last night wasn't so unbearable after all.

"Um..." Shen Yu'an hesitated for a moment before asking, "Did you have someone fix the heating?"

"Um."

"It was still cold when I went out this morning, I don't know if it's been fixed yet."

"It's already fixed," the other person said with certainty. "I went there this morning, and the heating should be on now."

Shen Yu'an looked at him, a feeling she couldn't quite describe welling up inside her.

He sent someone to fix it and even told him it was fixed.

The other party had already arranged things for him that he hadn't even had time to deal with himself.

"Thank you so much," Shen Yu'an said earnestly, her voice softer than before. "Really, you've gone to so much trouble."

"It's no trouble at all," the other person said, then paused and added, "You're all alone here with no one to take care of you, so I'll help if I can."

These words were spoken very softly and casually, but upon hearing them, Shen Yu'an's nose suddenly felt a little sore.

There's no one to take care of them.

There really is no one to take care of them.

He was all alone in this city. When he was sick, he had to bear it alone; when he was cold, he had to endure it alone; when he was hungry, he had to make do with what he had.

He never felt there was anything wrong with it, because it was his own choice, and there was nothing to be pretentious about.

But suddenly someone told him, "No one is taking care of you," and then did a lot of things for him.

Shen Yu'an lowered his head, staring at the cup of black tea in his hand, his eyes a little hot.

"What's wrong?" a voice asked from the side.

"N-nothing." Shen Yu'an sniffed, looked up, and smiled. "The tea was delicious."

The other person looked at him for two seconds without saying anything.

The car pulled up in front of the apartment building.

Shen Yu'an returned the thermos, packed his things, and prepared to get off the bus.

"Take the umbrella." A voice came from behind. "It's still raining outside."

Shen Yu'an wanted to say, "This umbrella was originally yours," but he swallowed the words back.

He picked up the umbrella and glanced back before getting off the bus.

The person sat in the back seat, their deep golden hair appearing soft in the car's interior light, and their grey-blue eyes were looking at him.

"Sir," Shen Yu'an addressed him this way for the first time in person, "my name is Ian."

He said his name, and his ears turned a little red afterward.

The other person nodded slightly, a very faint smile playing at the corners of their mouth.

"I understand, Xiao An."

Shen Yu'an's heart skipped a beat.

This is his Chinese nickname.

Xiao An.

He called him Xiao An.

Seeing his surprised expression, Xize asked, "Don't people in your country usually add 'small' before the last word?"

"Everyone in London calls me Ian," he said shyly.

"Then I am honored to be the first."

Shen Yu'an got out of the car with her ears red, stood in the rain with an umbrella, and watched the black Rolls-Royce drive away.

This time he noticed something clearly: the license plate number was very short, consisting of only one letter and a few numbers, making it look expensive and special.

He stood there, repeating the word "Xiao An" in his mind several times, then turned and went upstairs.

The moment I opened the door, a wave of heat hit me.

The radiators felt warm to the touch, and the whole room was warm.

Shen Yu'an stood at the door, looking at the radiator that had finally warmed up, and suddenly smiled.

He took out his phone and sent a message to the contact person whose contact was labeled "Mr".

"The heating is fixed, thank you."

A few seconds later, the other party replied.

"Okay. I'll pick you up again tomorrow at noon."

Shen Yu'an's heart started racing again as she looked at the message.

He typed a few words, deleted them, typed them again, and deleted them again.

In the end, he still sent two words.

"OK."

After sending the message, he held the phone to his chest, leaned against the door, and slowly slid down to the ground.

The heating was on, making the whole room warm and cozy, completely different from the icebox of last night.

Shen Yu'an buried her face in her knees, her ears burning red.

tomorrow.

He's coming again.