With a slight pause, he picked it up directly, skillfully making a circle, removed the original tie, and put this one on. He flipped down the car’s vanity mirror and began examining himself in the light. Until, the more he looked, the more he liked it, and the deeper the arc of his lips became. Originally, he just wanted to try it on; in the end, he glanced at his original tie... Forget it, I won’t change it. Closing the mirror light, Feng Chengjin tossed the original tie into the box and sped away with a roar of the engine. Jinyue Zijing Mansion. Gu Zixuan was stunned for a moment, her lips closed from shock. Perhaps her expression was too startled, Yu Yuanshen raised an eyebrow, "What’s wrong?" Gu Zixuan was embarrassed, shaking her head, "It’s nothing, it’s just that Brother Yu didn’t tell me earlier. I just gave him something..." The regret made Yu Yuanshen’s lips curl slightly, "So, I guess he must be completely misunderstanding now, and very happy." Hearing it made explicit, Gu Zixuan’s face turned even redder in embarrassment. Her heart twisted like a pretzel, thinking about her repeatedly walking into the lion’s den, and how she actively gave him something to make him even prouder. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ Novᴇl_Fire(.)net She felt a bit depressed, wanting to throw the pillow at hand at someone. Perhaps seeing Gu Zixuan too distressed, Yu Yuanshen stopped before going too far, saying nothing more. He just stood up and said, "Now that you’re not divorced from He Qimo yet, I won’t live here. No matter what, it’s not good for you." Gu Zixuan’s heart trembled, watching Yu Yuanshen as he genuinely took his jacket and car keys and left, not seeming to be making an excuse. Her heart was filled with an inexplicable warmth. But thinking about He Qimo’s concern and Yu Yuanshen’s clarity, she knew it wouldn’t be good to actually stay. After all, some things are fine when you don’t know; but once you know... So she nodded and stood up, "Then I’ll see you off." The two walked to the door, and while waiting for the elevator, Yu Yuanshen glanced at Gu Zixuan’s thin dress, reached out, and felt her cheek’s temperature. He warmly said, "It’s autumn, the nights are cool, seeing me off here is enough, go back in." The warmth of his fingertips was comfortable, not a hint of romance in it. It even made her feel that, if possible, being pampered and touched by him was a very happy thing. Her face flushed a bit, Gu Zixuan shook her head, "It’s okay, I’m not that delicate." The color that moved Yu Yuanshen especially was the expression she never showed in front of him before they brought everything to light. Reaching out, a thought occurred to him, and he slowly opened his arms, saying, "I’ve never hugged you before, can I hug you?" Gu Zixuan’s eyelashes trembled, quietly watching him. After a small hesitation, she nodded and gently leaned in, falling into his embrace. Yu Yuanshen had always wanted to hold this slender figure since they were young, always afraid of acting too abruptly, so his heart felt settled. Nestled in peace, he whispered against her hair, "Thank you." Gu Zixuan’s heart quivered, hugging his waist back, thinking of these years where he always restrained himself. Perhaps, from the time she was in middle and high school, every time Yu Yuanshen visited, her heart was moved. So, she said nothing. From the crack in the door, Yu Wei, who had been standing by the elevator listening to their conversation, now saw this scene. Taking a deep breath at the same time, her face turned into that of a black question mark for the Nth time out of exasperation. Glaring disdainfully at the two outside the door, she turned and went upstairs. Originally, she had decided not to contact Liang Yichao for the next few days, but thinking about things in her heart, she couldn’t resist sending a message, [You were right, my quiet old brother does like Zixuan.] The message quickly came back, [I told you, does it look like it worked out?] [They hugged, whether it’s worked out or not I don’t know.] Liang Yichao seemed amused, even sent back a smiley emoticon in his message to Yu Wei, [:) What kind of talk is that, granny? If they’re hugging, how do you not know if it’s worked out?] Yu Wei said nothing, just thinking about the previous conversation between Zixuan and Yu Yuanshen, mentioning another person—Feng Chengjin. Thinking again about the first time at the Michelin restaurant and the LV store meeting, the subtle, seemingly unconnected yet ever-following mood Zixuan had with Feng Chengjin... Her clear eyes squinted slightly, pausing, she sent a message back to Liang Yichao, [I don’t know, I always feel like my brother is a good match, but there’s someone even better.] In an instant, Liang Yichao couldn’t be bothered to message Yu Wei anymore, he called, his voice nearly eight decibels higher, "What! Feng Chengjin!" After sending off Yu Yuanshen, Gu Zixuan returned. She closed the door, but her complicated emotions hadn’t calmed down. Not until she got back to the bedroom and sat on the bed. Looking at the handbag she brought back... She paused, then quickly started checking it. After going through everything inside, she was sure something seemed to have been taken. Could it be that Feng Chengjin wasn’t lying to her? That it was indeed stolen? After all, it’s understandable with Brother Yu, having grown up together, that some feelings might develop. But Feng Chengjin, she had only known for a few days? Such a man with exceptional qualities in every aspect, whom all the women in the world are eager to marry, how could he like a married woman? Gu Zixuan couldn’t figure it out. But Brother Yu wasn’t wrong either; how could a man be kind to a woman for no reason? Even though Feng Chengjin’s gestures weren’t obvious, she felt he annoyed her more often, yet overall, it seemed he was nicer to her more frequently... Lying on the bed, Gu Zixuan felt for the first time how annoying all this was. Until, with a tilt of her head, a text message vibration caught her attention. She glanced sideways at the handbag, now empty of all valuables, and then lifted her gaze to the phone, which was worth a couple of thousand bucks... Gu Zixuan took a deep breath, something started to piece together, just as she felt the urge to curse. She looked at the sender of the message. Gu Zixuan’s eyes widened, almost gritting her teeth in anger! At that moment, even knowing that such conduct had nothing to do with being a socialite, she was really so furious that she clutched the pillow and started pacing angrily around the room. Round after round, step by step. She felt stifled like a cooked crab. Even more so, she almost picked up her phone to call that damned Feng Chengjin and ask why he did it! But in the end, she did nothing. Only when the unread message reminder popped up on her iPhone for the second time, she pressed her lips together, holding in all her anger, and picked up the phone. Inside, Feng Chengjin’s message lay quietly. [Thanks, I like the tie very much.] Gu Zixuan squinted, her fingertips trembled as she typed, [Oh, glad you like it, does the pattern suit you?] Someone like Feng Chengjin must have a personal stylist organizing what he wears, the style, the design. She chose a slightly brighter color, unsure if he’d use it in public when she bought it. Feng Chengjin quickly replied, [It’s perfect.] [Oh, that’s good.] Gu Zixuan took a deep breath, paused, and, suppressing all the anger in her heart, tried to keep her tone gentle and pleasant, [Mainly I was worried with your status everything would be custom-made, and you wouldn’t like it. By the way, I realized I forgot to return the card to you, I’ll come to your office to return it when I pick up the car tomorrow, okay?] As expected, Feng Chengjin quickly replied, seemingly in a light tone, [Who says I don’t like it? I’m not some stuck-up noble.] Gu Zixuan squinted and continued scrolling. Feng Chengjin: [But, just keep it for now, I have to go to a meeting the next couple of days and won’t be at the office. You can buy some stuff with it, consider it compensation for your stolen items, after all, I’m a bit sorry.] In an instant, Gu Zixuan understood how she had repeatedly been fooled by Feng Chengjin’s sly ways. Clenching her fingertips, she quickly typed a reply, [Damn you! What are you sorry for! Weren’t you the one who took them! You want to woo me, want to give me a card and you use this way!] But when it came time to send it, she couldn’t press the button. Hesitating again and again, she took a deep breath, her fingertips threading through her hair, feeling so frustrated she really wanted to hit someone. But in the end, she restrained all the rage in her heart, deleted it, and replied with a new message, [Oh, alright then, but I do need to return the card, I’ll wait until you’re back from your meetings. When will that be?] On the other end, Feng Chengjin seemed to hesitate for a long time before replying with a few words, [Three days, I’ll come to find you afterward.] After that, neither of them sent another message. Gu Zixuan squinted her cold eyes, lightly smiling at her phone. A strong sense of anger slowly brewed... In a villa on the outskirts of Pinghu District, in a huge Mediterranean-style room, Feng Chengjin lay in the center of a white bed, looking at Gu Zixuan’s message, which vaguely carried a hint of shyness, eager to meet again. Just like a wife waiting for her husband. Feng Chengjin’s lips curved into a smile, but thinking about the series of meetings over the next two days and the notification from his parents that he must come home for his big brother’s birthday on the third day, he irritably rubbed his temples...