[Wrong Elevator, Wrong Door] (71-90) Author: No Cat Under Heaven

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Chapter 71 Recuperation

Although Mother Yan spoke harshly, she ultimately felt sorry for her son and followed Yan Yu back to his and Cheng Xiaoyu
's small home. As soon as they entered the house, Mother Yan said to Yan Yu, "Go upstairs and lie down." Then, looking at Cheng Xiaoyu, she said,
"Xiaoyu, heat up the porridge in the thermos. I'm not familiar with your stove and utensils here, so it'll
be faster for you to do it. Thank you for your trouble."

Cheng Xiaoyu quickly replied, "Auntie, you're too kind."

Mother Yan nodded and went upstairs. She heard her good-for-nothing son, still sickly, standing at
the kitchen door, instructing, "There's a tray in the top cabinet. You're so afraid of getting burned, remember to use the tray to bring the porridge
up."

Mother Yan stopped. "Yan Yu, you hurry up and go upstairs and lie down."

Only then did Yan Yu pull his head back from the kitchen doorway and follow Mother Yan upstairs.

Upon opening Yan Yu's bedroom door, Yan's mother first stood in the doorway and looked around. The room was generally
tidy , but it was cluttered with girls' things. The bedside table was piled high with bottles and jars of varying heights, and the coat rack
was full of Cheng Xiaoyu's coats and sweaters. Yan's mother knew her son well; Yan Yu had excellent living habits and
never left his belongings scattered around. Cheng Xiaoyu, for a girl, was rather sloppy. The bed sheet was
light blue a yellow crescent moon in the middle, and a little figure wearing a tall hat sat on the moon. Needless to say, this
was definitely not her son's taste. On the bedside table was a pink, silly-looking ostrich doll, which was naturally
Cheng Xiaoyu's toy as well. A perfectly good man's bedroom had been decorated in such a girly way. Her son
really had no temper, letting someone lord it over him like this. Yan's mother
shook her head as she watched Yan Yu sitting on the edge of the bed, shaking out the blankets.

Lying in bed, Yan Yu felt much more comfortable than in the hospital. Indeed, nowhere was as nice as home.

Mrs. Yan pulled the curtains, which were half-open, wide open, then sat on the edge of the bed and asked Yan Yu, "How are you feeling?
Still uncomfortable?"

Yan Yu said, "My bones are very sore."

Mrs. Yan said, "That's how it is when you have a fever. You need to rest for a couple of days to get better."

Yan Yu nodded and closed his eyes, intending to rest for a while.

Mrs. Yan looked at her son's face, and after holding back for a few minutes, she finally couldn't help but say, "I don't think
Cheng Xiaoyu will take care of you."

Yan Yu opened his eyes and smiled, "Mom, she's still young."

Mrs. Yan snorted, "You can tell what a person will be like at three years old. Even in ten years, she might not be that sensible. She's just not a
thoughtful child."

Yan Yu said, "What does it matter? Why does she need to be so sensible? Xiaoyu is fine as she is."

Mrs. Yan wanted to say something to shut Yan Yu up, but she was afraid that her usually opinionated son would get annoyed,
and she was also worried that Cheng Xiaoyu might hear her from the doorway, so she could only remain silent.

A moment later, Cheng Xiaoyu brought up a tray. Yan Yu sat up in bed and saw that
the tray on the bedside table contained not only a steaming bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork, but also a small dish of brightly colored pickled vegetables .
She said happily, "I was just craving this, Mom, how did you know? This is Wufuju pickled vegetables, right?"

Yan's mother smiled and said, "Yes, go ahead and eat."

Yan Yu ate a few mouthfuls of congee with the pickled vegetables, then put down her bowl and said, "Xiaoyu, go get yourself a bowl, it tastes
very good ." "

Really? Then let me have a taste first."

Yan Yu affectionately pushed Cheng Xiaoyu's head. "What are you tasting? Be careful I don't infect you. I said
it's delicious, so go ahead and get some."

Cheng Xiaoyu smiled. "Okay, I'll trust you this once."

Yan Yu looked at Yan's mother and said, "Mom, you should have a bowl too, it's already noon." Yan's

mother said with a straight face, "I'm not hungry!" This Cheng Xiaoyu is so inconsiderate.
How many bowls of porridge can you get from a thermos? She doesn't let the patient eat, but she wants to eat a bowl herself; her son is even more inconsiderate. Even if you want
to let others why would you let your girlfriend eat before your mother? He really forgets his mother after marrying a wife!

Yan Yu probably noticed that Yan's mother's face was not good, so she hurriedly urged Yan's mother to drink some porridge. Cheng Xiaoyu also
got up and went downstairs to get two bowls.

Looking at the two steaming bowls of porridge on the table, Mrs. Yan wanted to say, "You eat, I eat
! Is that enough for the patient?" But she didn't. Instead, she listlessly drank the porridge. Saying it would make
Cheng Xiaoyu look bad, and her son might even resent her for meddling. Why make herself unpopular?
Young people these days are so fickle. If she ignored it, they might go their separate ways in a couple of days. If she insisted on interfering, she
might just end up bringing them together. Who could say for sure?

After Mrs. Yan left, Cheng Xiaoyu sat by Yan Yu's bedside for a long time without speaking. Yan Yu took her hand and said,
"What's wrong? Your lips are pouting so much you could hang an oil bottle on them."

Cheng Xiaoyu pulled her hand away and said, "Yan Yu, does your mother not like me very much?"

Yan Yu thought to herself, "Did you only realize that today?" "How oblivious, " Cheng Xiaoyu said, only managing to say, "Nothing
of the sort, that's just my mom's personality." "Your mom thinks I didn't take good care of you," Yan Yu laughed. "Then do you think you took good care of me?" Cheng Xiaoyu got angry at this, raising her head and saying, "How else am I supposed to take care of you? I'm not your family's hired maid!" Yan Yu said, "That settles it. If you think you're right, then you're right. Are you the kind of person who cares so much about what others think ?" Cheng Xiaoyu wanted to say that even if she didn't care about others' opinions, she was still his mother. If she didn't like her, it would be difficult for them to be together. But then she thought that she and Yan Yu weren't even officially dating yet, and he was already saying such things so abruptly , as if she couldn't imagine marrying him. So she didn't continue. Seeing that Cheng Xiaoyu was silent, Yan Yu changed the subject. He had long noticed that his parents weren't very satisfied with Cheng Xiaoyu, feeling that she wasn't a good match for him. His mother even complained that Xiaoyu was inept at social situations and lacked the qualities of a virtuous daughter-in-law. However, Yan Yu didn't think the matter was too serious. After all, Cheng Xiaoyu hadn't done anything terribly wrong. As long as he stood firm, his parents would gradually accept it in a year or two. Yan Yu wasn't usually sick, but when he did get sick, it was often difficult for him to recover. Yan Yu stayed home for over a week, and Cheng Xiaoyu stayed home to take care of him. The CEO's office work was temporarily handled by Song Xuewen.

He was always on edge. The company was operating smoothly, handling routine daily tasks. For any major issues, Song Xuewen
would call Yan Yu for instructions.

Cheng Xiaoyu had indeed been diligently caring for Yan Yu during this time, reminding him to take his medicine on time every day and
accompanying him to the hospital for injections. However, they hadn't seen the female doctor, whom Yan Yu said looked somewhat like Cheng Xiaoyu, again.
Knowing Yan Yu had a poor appetite, Cheng Xiaoyu cooked porridge for him every day and even took a bus to Wufuju
to . Although it was just the simplest white porridge, Yan Yu was deeply moved by her kindness. He had initially worried about whether
marrying this girl, whose mind was filled with the latest American dramas and various online games, would be reliable, but now it seemed she at least
knew how to take care of people and wasn't just heartless.

Yan Yu's illness was finally almost cured. One afternoon, he opened his wardrobe, took out a casual suit
, put it on, and then used some hair gel to style his hair.

Cheng Xiaoyu asked, "Are you going out? You just recovered from a cold, what are you going out for in this cold weather?"

Yan Yu said, "I have to go out for dinner tonight, it's an invitation I can't refuse. I'll be back after I finish."

Cheng Xiaoyu frowned, "Who are you having dinner with?"

Yan Yu said, "Director Gao from the Industry and Commerce Bureau."

Cheng Xiaoyu said, "I don't care if it's Director Gao or Director Ai, if you go, you'll inevitably have to drink. You're not fully
recovered , and you're going drinking? You're not allowed to go, if you want to go, ask someone else to go."

Yan Yu said while fiddling with his hair, "If I could ask someone else to go, I would have done it already.
I personally met with Director Gao the previous two times, and this time the approval is almost finalized. If I don't go, won't all my efforts be in vain
?"

Seeing that Yan Yu was determined to go, Cheng Xiaoyu thought for a moment and said... "Then I'll go with you, at least I can help you fend off a few drinks,"

Yan Yu laughed. "You can't hold your liquor, who knows who'll be fending off whom?"

Cheng Xiaoyu said. "I said I'll fend off your drinks, and I will. I, Cheng Xiaoyu, mean what I say."

Yan Yu added, "Bringing your secretary out isn't good. What will people think about our relationship?"

Cheng Xiaoyu retorted, "Let them think what they want, I don't care."

Yan Yu thought about it and still felt it wasn't a good idea, so he just pushed her away, refusing to take Cheng Xiaoyu with him. Cheng Xiaoyu
was quite stubborn, and she simply spread her arms to block the doorway, preventing Yan Yu from leaving. Yan Yu looked at
the girl in front of him, her eyes wide and her face full of energy, and sighed inwardly. She's always causing him trouble. Let her go, he can't control her anyway.

Chapter 72 A World of Glass

After Cheng Xiaoyu followed Yan Yu into the Liulixuan private room of Judinglou, her eyes were glued to the surroundings. In
her country bumpkin eyes, Liulixuan was truly a magnificent world of glass.
The waitresses, dressed in red cheongsams embroidered with gold thread, were all stunningly beautiful. Some of the dishes served were familiar to Cheng Xiaoyu, while others were
completely unfamiliar. Cheng Xiaoyu inwardly marveled at how decadent and extravagant these wealthy people were.

About ten minutes after Yan Yu and Cheng Xiaoyu sat down, the rest of the guests gradually arrived. There were seven
people in total. Besides Cheng Xiaoyu and Yan Yu, the other five were well-dressed and appeared quite respectable middle-aged men.
Yan Yu seemed to know them all quite well, standing up to offer each person a seat and exchanging pleasantries. Yan Yu
simply introduced Cheng Xiaoyu, "This is my assistant, Cheng Xiaoyu. She doesn't drink alcohol, so I wanted
her to drive me home in case I drank too much." The others smiled at Cheng Xiaoyu.

Cheng Xiaoyu thought these men were all well-behaved when they first sat down at the table, but after a few drinks, they gradually became less respectable.
Their faces flushed, and their ties loosened. Their leader, Director Gao, was somewhat respectable, but Director Feng
was rather annoying. He was fat and had a hairstyle reminiscent of someone supporting the central government, and after a few drinks, he started
telling nauseatingly crude jokes, laughing so hard his eyes narrowed into slits.

Cheng Xiaoyu was a little annoyed by him. While he was telling jokes, she just kept her head down eating, while the men, including Yan Yu, laughed
heartily . Cheng Xiaoyu secretly pinched Yan Yu's waist to express her displeasure. Yan Yu
turned to look at her, and Cheng Xiaoyu secretly glared back at him. Yan Yu smiled and turned back to continue
chatting and laughing with the others.

Cheng Xiaoyu thought they were incredibly hypocritical. Director Gao, holding his wine glass, spoke like he was giving a speech, highly
praising the positive contributions of private e-commerce companies, represented by Ruiyu, to the healthy development of Rongcheng's economy.
Yan Yu also picked up his glass, sincerely expressing his hope to continue moving forward under the leadership of the Party and the government, and
his deep gratitude to Director Gao for his painstaking cultivation and support of private enterprises. The two talked more and more intimately, exchanging toasts
and expressing their deep friendship.

Cheng Xiaoyu had never seen Yan Yu like this before; he was such a shrewd and worldly person. Thinking about it, Yan Yu was
only three years older than her, yet he was already the president of a company with over a thousand employees. Not only could she
not start a company at twenty-seven, but she also couldn't learn Yan Yu's social skills. The difference between them was truly
significant .

The atmosphere at the dinner table grew increasingly lively. These men, who had previously been quite polite, started drinking heavily and began
to pour drinks for each other. "You drink, I drink," they said, emphasizing the importance of deep friendship. Of course, their main target for pouring drinks was Yan Yu.

Seeing the situation was turning against her, Cheng Xiaoyu knew it was time for her to step in. She quickly walked to Yan Yu's side, smiling,
and took his glass, saying, "Our boss Yan hasn't fully recovered from a cold the past few days, but he can't refuse the kindness of you leaders.
How about this, I'll drink it for him, so as not to let his usual care for me go to waste. What do you all say?"

One of the men, Director Wang, chuckled and patted Yan Yu's shoulder, "Such a delicate young beauty is
so , boss Yan is truly blessed."

Cheng Xiaoyu, disregarding any ulterior motives in Director Wang's words, took a breath, and downed the glass of wine in one gulp.

The men cheered, saying that Cheng Xiaoyu was surprisingly straightforward for her age. Cheng Xiaoyu felt the alcohol fumes
stinging her nose; she sniffed and glanced at Yan Yu. Yan Yu only gave her a faint look,
but a surge of emotion. He was glad he hadn't spoiled this girl; her willingness to take a drink for him at a time like this was enough.

Yan Yu knew Cheng Xiaoyu's personality; if he didn't let her drink now, she would definitely refuse. Arguing in front of outsiders
wouldn't look good , so Yan Yu let Cheng Xiaoyu drink a few glasses for him. But this girl was too honest about drinking; she
drank as much as he told her to, without any skill in refusing. Actually, if a girl sweetly said, "I'll drink half a glass, you drink a whole glass,"
what man could refuse? Those guys really had the nerve to force her to drink; they were shameless.

Yan Yu couldn't stand it anymore and gave Cheng Xiaoyu a look, signaling her to sit down, but Cheng Xiaoyu was determined to drink more.
She pretended not to see him drinking.

How could Yan Yu stand by and watch his woman being forced to drink like this? He put his arm around Cheng Xiaoyu's shoulder and said with a smile,
"Xiaoyu can't hold her liquor. Tell her to rest for a while. If she drinks any more, it won't be her taking me home, but me taking her home
."

Director Feng laughed, "Taking Miss Cheng home, isn't that just what you wanted, Mr. Yan?"

Cheng Xiaoyu shook off Yan Yu's hand and said, "What's with all the fuss? My cold isn't fully healed yet. You should sit down over there
!"

Even Director Gao and several others couldn't help but lower their heads and laugh. Yan Yu was both amused and exasperated but still refused to let
Cheng Xiaoyu drink any more. The two argued for a while, but in the end, Director Gao waved his hand and said, "Alright, alright, sit down
and rest for a while. The girl keeps saying that Mr. Yan is sick. If we keep doing this, it'll just be annoying." Everyone
laughed and sat down.

Director Feng, barely settled in, started telling another joke: "A young lady ordered stir-fried pork
tendon at a restaurant. While picking it up, she accidentally dropped it between her legs. The lady exclaimed in surprise: 'This thing is amazing! Even after being cooked and chopped up, it
still knows its way around!'"

Cheng Xiaoyu found it vulgar and lowered her head, pretending not to hear. But Director Feng, oblivious or perhaps thinking
he was familiar with Cheng Xiaoyu after a few drinks, chuckled and asked, "Miss Cheng, did you understand
?"

Cheng Xiaoyu remained silent.

Director Feng asked again. Cheng Xiaoyu looked up, her face stiff, and coldly replied to his greasy old face
, "I understood."

Director Feng, feeling slighted, chuckled and took a sip of his drink without saying anything more.

Yan Yu felt a surge of anger but couldn't show it. He simply lowered his eyes, picked up a piece of food, and placed it in
Cheng Xiaoyu's bowl.

The dinner party ended at 8:30 p.m. Standing at the entrance of Judinglou Restaurant, Yan Yu said it was rare for everyone to get along so well,
and if anyone was still interested, they could find a place to have some more fun. Director Feng suggested going to Penglai Wonderland, and the others readily
agreed. Only Director Gao smiled and said that he was getting old and that going to bed early and getting up early was good for his health, so he told
the younger guys fun. Before leaving, he patted Yan Yu on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Yan, Rongcheng's policies have always been very supportive of companies like Ruiyu. We're counting on Ruiyu to do well and bring honor to our Shangcheng District. If
you have any difficulties in the future, just let us know; helping companies solve their problems is also our responsibility." After seeing Director Gao off, Yan Yu looked down at Cheng Xiaoyu and said, "You take a taxi home first. I'll play with them for a while and then go back later." Cheng Xiaoyu was still a little tipsy from the alcohol she'd just drunk. Her high heels felt unsteady, and she braced herself , asking, "What are you going to do?" Yan Yu replied, " Just play cards and sing karaoke. It's pointless for you to go; let's go home." Cheng Xiaoyu was sometimes really simple-minded. Yan Yu often didn't return until 11 or 12 at night after social engagements, and she'd never considered what he did after dinner. Seeing Director Feng's character firsthand today, she couldn't help but doubt what this "fairyland" was all about. Cheng Xiaoyu looked at Yan Yu without speaking. Director Feng walked over and said, "Are you taking Miss Cheng with you? What's the point of a few grown men like us?" Yan Yu said, "She's had a bit too much to drink; she needs to go home and rest." He then tried to hail a taxi on the roadside. Cheng Xiaoyu said, "I'm not drunk. What kind of place dares to call itself Penglai Wonderland? I really want to see it." After arriving, Cheng Xiaoyu understood why it was called Penglai Wonderland; it was a man's paradise. Along the way, the girls they saw were all wearing white sleeveless shirts and black puffy skirts, younger, prettier, and more alluring than the waitresses . Led by a waiter, they took the elevator to the twelfth floor and entered a private room. Cheng Xiaoyu thought it looked similar to a regular KTV room, just more luxuriously decorated, with a small stage like those . They had barely sat down when bottles of colorful foreign liquor were brought in by the waiters . Girls in black puffy skirts also came in and sat down next to the four men. Finally, Cheng Xiaoyu was sitting next to Yan Yu, so no one was arranged to sit next to Yan Yu. Naturally, they were here to drink and sing; no one was trying to get Yan Yu to drink anymore. They were too busy . These department heads also sang, all old songs from who-knows-how-many years ago, their off-key singing annoyed Cheng Xiaoyu. How good could men be in a place like this? Cheng Xiaoyu thought about how Yan Yu behaved , and felt both sad and angry, barely shedding a tear. Actually , in places like this, girls might help you choose songs, sing with you, touch you, and kiss you, but having sex with you was . Of course, if the price was right, it wasn't unheard of for girls to go out overnight with customers. Cheng Xiaoyu didn't know any of this; she only knew that Yan Yu's so-called "socializing" involved fooling around in places like this, places a working-class man couldn't afford to come to. Cheng Xiaoyu felt that although she and Yan Yu had shared a bed for so long, she had only ever been involved in one aspect of Yan Yu's life. Now she finally saw another side, a side she couldn't accept. Yan Yu quietly put his arm around Cheng Xiaoyu's shoulder and whispered, "Don't be angry, it's really just a social occasion. I'm not like them." Cheng Xiaoyu coldly whispered, "Take your hand away." Those men were all older and married, yet they were each groping a young girl inappropriately. What did Yan Yu mean by groping her like that? Was she a prostitute too? But Cheng Xiaoyu was still considerate of Yan Yu's feelings and refused to make a scene and embarrass herself . She would definitely have a good talk with Yan Yu when they got back. Chapter 73 Bathroom Battle Yan Yu saw that Cheng Xiaoyu's face was slightly flushed, and her lips were pursed, her expression a mixture of grievance and anger. He couldn't help but a pang of pity. This girl had just sincerely helped him fend off drinks, and then she saw him in this kind of place. He would be furious too. Thinking of this, Yan Yu couldn't help but grab Cheng Xiaoyu's hand and say, "Xiaoyu, you're truly the only one in my heart. I'm only here to maintain appearances; I never flirt with the girls here." Yan Yu's words sounded like a public confession, making Cheng Xiaoyu very embarrassed. Fortunately, Director Hu was singing "A Spray of Plum Blossoms" with great passion, and no one in the room was paying attention to them. Cheng Xiaoyu, half-believing, pulled her hand away and said, "Don't flirt with me here. Let's talk about it when we get back." Yan Yu was about to speak when Cheng Xiaoyu picked up a grape from the table and stuffed it into his mouth to stop him from speaking. Then she heard...

Across from her, Director Feng, with his arm around the girl in his arms, teased, "Beautiful lady, you should feed me grapes too." Cheng Xiaoyu felt
embarrassed and indignant, but Yan Yu hadn't heard her yet. Afraid of upsetting her, he quickly grabbed her hand. Cheng Xiaoyu stood up abruptly, said
she was going to the restroom, and turned to leave.

The walls and ceiling of this corridor were decorated with silver reflective materials, which were beautiful but a bit
dizzying. Cheng Xiaoyu thought that since she was already out, she might as well go to the restroom. She asked a waiter and then turned several corners
before finally finding the restroom. After using the restroom, Cheng Xiaoyu came out and washed her face with cold water in front of the mirror, but
instead of feeling more refreshed, she felt even more dizzy. She had drunk quite a bit at Judinglou earlier, and thinking about it
, she was really foolish. Did Yan Yu even care that she helped him fend off drinks? When she wasn't around, he was probably drinking with a beautiful woman,
completely at ease.

Cheng Xiaoyu emerged from the restroom, surrounded by a shimmering silver light, momentarily unsure which way to turn. Not
in a hurry to return to her private room, she walked a few steps and spotted a vase in a recessed corner. She
picked it up and sat on it.

Clutching the delicately patterned vase, her pretty, exquisite brown high-heeled ankle boots clattered on the floor,
sulking in frustration. If she asked him, he would naturally insist he was only at such places for business and had never
taken advantage the women. But how could she verify such a claim? "A mismatched match," that saying was certainly true.

Lost in thought, Cheng Xiaoyu heard a cheerful voice approach, "Miss Cheng, didn't you go to
the restroom ? What are you doing here? Are you waiting for someone?"

Startled, Cheng Xiaoyu looked up and saw it was Director Feng. She stood up, put down the vase, and called out, "
Director Feng. "

Director Feng responded and walked over to Cheng Xiaoyu, scrutinizing her closely.

Cheng Xiaoyu felt annoyed by his greasy gaze and subtly took a step back, saying,
"Director Feng, I'm going back to the private room."

Director Feng, a large, stout man, shifted to the right, blocking Cheng Xiaoyu's path. His eyes narrowed into slits as he smiled
. "Why are you leaving as soon as I arrive? Does Miss Cheng dislike me that much?"

Cheng Xiaoyu thought to herself, "I do dislike you," but she couldn't say it aloud. After all, Director Feng hadn't done anything particularly offensive to her besides telling
a few crude jokes. Yan Yu had spent so much money entertaining her, after all,
he needed their help, and she didn't want to embarrass
him. But Cheng Xiaoyu really didn't know what to say in return, so she could only lower her head and take another step back.

Director Feng, however, wasn't intimidated by Cheng Xiaoyu's obvious coldness and continued smiling, saying, "It's too stuffy in the private room
. It's cooler here to talk."

Cheng Xiaoyu remained silent.

Director Feng asked again, "Miss Cheng, how old are you this year?"

Cheng Xiaoyu replied, "Twenty-five after the New Year."

"Miss Cheng looks young, like a college student."

Cheng Xiaoyu didn't reply.

Director Feng asked again, "How long have you been working for General Manager Yan?"

"Almost half a year."

Director Feng said "Oh," and then asked where Cheng Xiaoyu was from. Cheng Xiaoyu was annoyed by his incoherent questions, and
when she had a chance, she said she had rested enough outside and wanted to go back.

Because the air conditioning in the room was on full blast, Cheng Xiaoyu had already taken off her coat and was only wearing a burgundy plaid
flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Seeing that Cheng Xiaoyu was about to leave, Director Feng reached out and grabbed
a section of her exposed white arm, chuckling, "Don't go, Miss Cheng."

Cheng Xiaoyu was furious, but she managed to pull her hand away and left.

Director Feng, emboldened by a few drinks, was both embarrassed and furious to see Cheng Xiaoyu walk away with such a cold
face He grabbed her and shoved her against the wall in a corner.

Cheng Xiaoyu, wearing high heels, was caught off guard and nearly fell over .
Director Feng then pushed her forcefully against the wall, and Cheng Xiaoyu felt her ankle twist violently, the pain as if it were
broken . The back of Cheng Xiaoyu's head hit the wall, but it didn't hurt as much as her ankle. She cried out and slumped
against the wall, hissing as she touched her ankle, her eyes reddening.

Director Feng, his face dark, stood in front of Cheng Xiaoyu, pointing at her and cursing, "You shameless little slut!"

Actually, Yan Yu had also whispered in her ear that she was a little slut, but if Yan Yu said it, how dare anyone else
say it? Cheng Xiaoyu's face turned pale with anger. From her angle, all she could see was Director Feng's pregnant belly.
Cheng Xiaoyu coldly said, "Get out of here now. If you dare touch me again, I'll scream for help."

Director Feng said, "What do you think this place is? Scream for help? Go ahead and scream, do you think I'm afraid of you!" He then
squatted down, grabbed Cheng Xiaoyu's shoulders, and tried to kiss her.

Cheng Xiaoyu naturally screamed and scratched, but whether it was because the place was secluded and no one heard, or because
people nowadays are afraid of trouble and pretend not to hear, no one came to her rescue.

Director Feng's face, viciously scratched by Cheng Xiaoyu, only aroused his lust. Director Feng only
liked young women; he was tired of the brothels and now preferred innocent-looking female
college students. He saw Cheng Xiaoyu and Yan Yu's ambiguous relationship and assumed she was just pretending to be innocent. But not only could he not get his hands on her, she
'd also gotten herself into trouble. He figured it was probably because she was infatuated with Yan Yu's youth and good looks and thought he was too old. This thought infuriated Director Feng.
He wanted to punish her but was afraid of being seen, so he hoisted Cheng Xiaoyu onto his shoulder and headed for the men's restroom.

Cheng Xiaoyu, being no match for a man's strength, was already terrified and panicked. Seeing Director Feng carrying her into the men
's restroom, she turned pale with fright, screaming and kicking Director Feng's soft stomach with all her might. Cheng Xiaoyu's
high heels were surprisingly powerful; Director Feng winced as she kicked him, thinking that his stomach would be
covered in bruises if he took off his clothes. Cheng Xiaoyu clung tightly to the toilet stall wall, refusing to let go. Director Feng pried her fingers
open one by one. Cheng Xiaoyu screamed for help, desperately calling for Yan Yu to come and rescue her, but no one
came, and Yan Yu didn't appear either.

Cheng Xiaoyu didn't understand why Director Feng had brought her to the men's stall. Was he going to rape her?!
The thought sent chills down Cheng Xiaoyu's spine. Sitting on the toilet seat, she stared wide-eyed at the lecherous old man before her,
and grabbed something nearby, smashing it over Director Feng's head. Unfortunately, it was a wastebasket, and
Director Feng's large head got stuck inside, used toilet paper scattering all over him.
The scene was undeniably comical, but Cheng Xiaoyu, in her perilous situation, had no time for a laugh.

Director Feng, overwhelmed by the stench, flew into a rage. He frantically
yanked the wastebasket off his head several times, two pieces of toilet paper still stuck to his face. He pulled them off, glanced at them, and almost vomited. Actually,
Director Feng had only dragged Cheng Xiaoyu into the toilet out of sheer anger; he hadn't thought much about what to do with her afterward. Now,
he wanted nothing more than to kill her.

By the time Director Feng removed the wastebasket from his head, Cheng Xiaoyu had already
hopped out of the toilet stall. Director Feng slammed the wastebasket on the ground, glaring fiercely at Cheng Xiaoyu, who glared back angrily.
Director Feng spat and took a step forward. Cheng Xiaoyu pushed open the door to the next stall and, like a strongwoman, lifted
the thick lid of the toilet tank above her head, hurling it at Director Feng. Director Feng dodged, but the tank lid
crashed onto the large, mercury-like mirror on the sink. The mirror shattered on the floor with a crash, and the porcelain toilet tank lid
broke in two! They rolled a few times before stopping.

Director Feng, looking at the mess, felt a headache coming on; he was much sober now. He had only intended to take advantage of the situation, but
who would have thought it would turn out like this?

Seeing that her tactic was working, Cheng Xiaoyu hopped over to another stall, grabbed
the toilet seat, and smashed it with a loud crash
. Director Feng dodged again, but Cheng Xiaoyu's blow dented the opposite stall door, and the white porcelain toilet seat shattered into two pieces.

Just as Cheng Xiaoyu was about to smash the third toilet seat, the manager of Penglai Wonderland finally entered with his entourage.
If he hadn't come in soon, this exquisitely decorated restroom would have been completely destroyed by Cheng Xiaoyu.

Clearly, such dirty and sordid incidents frequently occurred at Penglai Wonderland; the manager wasn't alarmed,
but politely discussed compensation with Director Feng. After hearing a couple of sentences and
realizing angrily slammed the toilet seat she was holding onto the ground, breaking it in two again. Director Feng and the supervisor stopped
talking and looked at her. Cheng Xiaoyu, craning her neck, said, "That bastard just molested me! I'm calling the

police

!"

The supervisor said gently, "Madam, please calm down. Calling the police won't do you any good.
You can discuss this with this gentleman."

Cheng Xiaoyu retorted angrily, "There's nothing to discuss!"

Director Feng snorted, "I'm too lazy to argue with this crazy woman." He then looked at the supervisor and said, "It's just a
broken mirror. Tell me the cost." With that, he dusted off his sleeves and left.

The manager turned to Cheng Xiaoyu. "Are you alright? I'll have a waiter help you out and call a car."

Cheng Xiaoyu sneered, "So this is how you so-called high-class entertainment clubs operate? I've seen it all
. No need for your trouble, I can walk by myself." With that, she used the wall for support and hopped out of the restroom.

Yan Yu sat in the private room listening to the older men sing. Unable to refuse, he sang a couple of songs himself. He figured
Cheng Xiaoyu was probably angry and hiding outside, refusing to come in.
Well, if she wouldn't come in, so be it; this wasn't a good place anyway. He just didn't know how to explain it to her tonight. As Yan Yu was racking his brains, he saw Director Feng push the door open, looking sullen. He
barely acknowledged the girl next to him. Yan Yu thought to himself that this old lecher must have gotten
a cold shoulder again.

Yan Yu sat for a while longer, calculating that Cheng Xiaoyu had been gone for almost half an hour. Feeling uneasy
, he was about to go out and check when Cheng Xiaoyu slammed the door open.

Cheng Xiaoyu stood in the doorway and said, "Yan Yu, come out for a moment, I have something to say to you."

Cheng Xiaoyu was backlit, so Yan Yu couldn't see her face clearly, but he could tell her hair and bangs were
a bit messy. Yan Yu stood up and asked, "What's wrong?"

Director Wang stopped singing, and everyone looked at Cheng Xiaoyu. Director Feng sat on the sofa and sneered, "So, you're going to complain
? Even if Yan Yu has incredible connections, it's all for naught without their bureau's approval. This woman really doesn't know
her own limitations. Would Yan Yu offend them for her? He'll probably think she's immature and never
like her again. She deserves it! That girl was ruthless; he didn't get anything out of her, but she kicked him so badly he was injured and had
to pay several thousand yuan in compensation.

" Yan Yu walked out the door and closed it behind him. A few minutes later, he helped Cheng Xiaoyu back in. Seeing
Cheng Xiaoyu quickly asked, "What's wrong? Did Assistant Cheng twist her ankle?"

Yan Yu helped Cheng Xiaoyu sit down on a sofa near the side, turned on the overhead light, and looked at the four
girls saying, "We don't need you here anymore, you can all leave."

The girls were all adept at reading people's expressions, and seeing that things weren't going well, they silently left.

Yan Yu then said to the three men sitting there, "Director Li, Director Hu, Director Wang, I apologize for my
poor hospitality tonight. Please go back first, Director Feng and I have something to discuss privately."

The three directors looked at each other, and finally Director Wang stood up and said, "What's going on?
Is there some misunderstanding?"

Yan Yu said, "I was afraid it would make you look bad, so I asked you to leave first."

Director Feng stood up from the sofa and said, "President Yan, you believe whatever that little vixen of yours says, don't you?
We're giving you face, and you don't even give us any."

Cheng Xiaoyu remained calmly seated on the sofa. Yan Yu didn't even glance at Director Feng, instead
addressing the other three, "Director Feng tried to harass my girlfriend in the bathroom. I'm grateful if you don't help him ,
but if you insist, well, fists have no eyes, so I'm afraid I must apologize."

Director Wang quickly stepped forward, saying, "It's all because we drank a little too much, a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding." Before he could finish, Yan
Yu smashed a glass bottle at Director Feng's head. Despite his large size, Director Feng reacted nimbly,
dodging the attack. Yan Yu then slammed the bottle to the ground and grabbed Director Feng's collar.

The glass bottle shattered on the floor, spilling expensive liquor all over Director Wang's trousers. Director Wang quickly took
two steps back.

Yan Yu had already pinned Director Feng to the sofa and was punching him repeatedly. Director Feng wasn't as tall or strong
as Yan Yu, and he was only fatter, but what good was that? At first, Director Feng cursed and punched back a few
times, but when Yan Yu grabbed a bottle of foreign liquor from the table and slammed it over his head, Director Feng became dizzy and basically
lost his fighting ability.

Yan Yu continued to punch him viciously, cursing, "You dare touch my woman? You're blind!"

Director Feng, clutching his head, shouted, "Yan Yu, you'll never get that approval! I, Feng, have made
an enemy of you!"

Yan Yu sneered and punched Director Feng hard in the chin again. "Make an enemy of me? Who do you think you are,
worthy of making an enemy of me?"

Director Feng groaned, clutching his chin. Cheng Xiaoyu sat on the sofa, mouth agape, watching. Yan Yu was
so fierce in a fight! Her apologies.

The other three naturally went to break up the fight. Cheng Xiaoyu watched coldly from the sidelines. Director Hu and Director Li were more honest;
they stepped forward to pull him apart but both took a couple of blows from Yan Yu. Director Wang was more cunning; he just shouted from the sidelines without actually
moving forward . He even went to Cheng Xiaoyu's side and said, "Little Cheng, why don't you advise Director Yan? What kind of behavior is this?"

Cheng Xiaoyu gave Director Wang a half-smile but didn't say anything. Director Wang shook his head. Beauty
is a curse , truly a curse.

Director Hu and Director Li were both angry after being punched a few times by Yan Yu. Yan Yu, not satisfied with being dragged around and then kicked
twice by Director Feng, was also furious. Soon, he let go of Director Feng and rolled around with Hu and Li.
Director Feng, panting heavily, staggered to his feet to grab a bottle of wine from the table. Seeing this, Cheng Xiaoyu quickly
sat up from the sofa, grabbed a bottle, and jumped behind Director Feng. Director Wang had just said, "Old Feng, watch out!"
when Director Feng turned around and was struck on the forehead. This blow was even harder than Yan Yu's; Cheng Xiaoyu had put all her strength into it.
Director Feng felt a burning sensation on his forehead. He reached down and touched it; there were two or three small shards of glass and a dark red
stain of blood. Director Feng's eyes widened in anger, and he cursed, "You little whore!"

Cheng Xiaoyu, hands on her hips, shouted, "You old lecher, you pervert!"

Director Feng, who hated being called old, slapped Cheng Xiaoyu across the face with a gust of wind. Cheng Xiaoyu barely dodged,
screaming, "Yan Yu, save me!"

Yan Yu grabbed Director Hu by the collar and threw him onto the sofa, then kicked Director Feng in the butt
, sending him sprawling face-first. Cheng Xiaoyu, the crazy girl, stood by, laughing heartlessly.

Just as the commotion inside was reaching its peak, the door was kicked open from the outside. Wen Si stood in the doorway, hands in his pockets, practically
spitting out a toothpick like Chow Yun-fat. He looked around and said slowly, "Didn't I tell you to wait for
me? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Yan Yu stood up and said, "I can't control my temper when I see a coward. What can I do?"

Wen Si walked in and looked at Cheng Xiaoyu with a smile, "Xiaoyu, which pig dares to take advantage of you? Tonight, I
'll stew him alive for you."

Cheng Xiaoyu chuckled and pointed at Director Feng, saying, "It's this old pig."

Actually, Director Feng was only in his forties, but because of his love of drinking and women, he didn't take care of himself and looked older.
Cheng constant use of "old man" made Director Feng furious. Director Feng saw several burly men
following Wen Si in and knew that things couldn't end well today. He cursed and pounced on Wen Si.

Before Director Feng even got close to Wen Si, the two men behind him had already twisted his
wrists backward, causing him to scream like a pig being slaughtered. The Wen family's hotel business was the biggest in Rongcheng,
and even this Penglai Wonderland had to give them some face. Although Wen Si didn't usually bully or tyrannize people, he could easily summon a few men if
needed .

Wen Si turned to Yan Yu, "What do we do?"

Yan Yu said, "Get rid of everyone except this pig-headed guy. It's none of their business."

Wen Si nodded, "Understood." He waved his hand, and the men behind him, two by two, dragged the other three
out. Director Li and Director Hu naturally kicked and cursed as they struggled, but they couldn't withstand the tall and strong
thugs. Director Wang also pretended to struggle a couple of times, his eyes
darting When he saw Cheng Xiaoyu, she smiled at him. Director Wang turned around guiltily and shouted
, "Do you guys have no respect for the law?" before being dragged out the door.

Wen Si ruffled Cheng Xiaoyu's hair. "Xiaoyu, I'm leaving."

Cheng Xiaoyu said, "Goodbye, thank you, Brother Wen Si."

Wen Si and Yan Yu nodded and left gracefully.

Cheng Xiaoyu hopped back onto the sofa, shaking her collar, and said, "I'm sweating."

Yan Yu asked, "Did that bastard hit you before?"

Cheng Xiaoyu chuckled, "He's so stupid, he missed."

Yan Yu asked again, "Baby, how do you want to vent your anger? How about making him kneel down for you?"

Director Feng said angrily, "That's enough! You've already hit her and gained all the face you want, what more do you want?"

Yan Yu sneered, "If you dare touch my woman, don't be afraid of me hitting you. You bastard, you even dared to drag her to the toilet,
what the hell do you want? Let me tell you clearly, if you really touched her, all your petty grievances will be
exposed by me right now! You kneel down and slap yourself a few times, and I'll make you get out of here."

Director Feng's old face turned red as he cursed, "You little brat, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget, I'll fight you to the death today."
Saying that, he lunged forward but was kicked to the ground by Yan Yu. Yan Yu walked over and kicked Director Feng hard in the crotch
. "You don't want to kneel, huh? Perfect, I haven't vented my anger enough yet!"

Chapter 75 Only Envy the Lovers, Not the Immortals (H)

Director Feng clutched his crotch and howled like a banshee. Yan Yu thought that since things had already come to this, he might as well go all out.
Cheng Xiaoyu, being a woman, couldn't bear to watch such a bloody scene. She frowned and looked at Yan Yu. "That's enough
, don't make things worse."

Yan Yu grabbed Director Feng, whose head was now swollen like a pig's head, and dragged him in front of Cheng Xiaoyu. "Apologize!"

Director Feng had never been beaten like this in his forty-odd years of life. By this time, she had been beaten senseless,
her eyes swollen shut and her face contorted with grief. She cried, "Miss Cheng, I was blinded by greed! Please, have mercy and
tell Mr. Yan to stop hitting me! I can't take it anymore..."

Cheng Xiaoyu, having vented any grievances she had suffered before, said to Yan Yu, "Forget it, let's
go home. My foot hurts."

Yan Yu kicked Director Feng hard in the mouth again. "I'll teach you a lesson you won't get away with just
touching !"

Director Feng screamed, covering his mouth, swallowing a mouthful of blood. It was unclear whether his teeth had been knocked out.

Yan Yu scooped Cheng Xiaoyu up in his arms, kicked open the door, and strode away. Wen Si had already informed everyone outside, and no one stopped him
along the way . However, the sight of Yan Yu carrying Cheng Xiaoyu horizontally still drew
curious glances from everyone they encountered. Cheng Xiaoyu was both shy and a little proud, burying her face in Yan Yu's chest until he
placed her in the passenger seat. Only then did she lift her head to take a good breath of fresh air.

Yan Yu went around to the driver's seat, fastened his seatbelt, and started the car. Cheng Xiaoyu sat cross-legged in the passenger seat, watching him.
She chuckled. Yan Yu glanced at her as he drove the car out of the parking space. "Still laughing? I told you I wouldn't take you out,
look at all the trouble you've caused."

Cheng Xiaoyu snorted. "Feeling sorry for your permit? If you feel sorry, go back to the private room, go
apologize to that idiot, see if he forgives you."

Yan Yu said, "Cheng Xiaoyu, don't be so naive. Do you think I can always be by your side? If something really happens, you
'll be crying before you know it."

Cheng Xiaoyu said, "What could possibly happen? I'm so unlucky to run into that old lecher every time I go out
! Hey, where are you driving to? Aren't you going home?"

Yan Yu said, "Let's go to the hospital first, see how badly you sprained your ankle."

The doctor examined it and said it was just a minor sprain, and it would be fine after three or four days of rest. Yan Yu was still worried, so he had
the doctor apply some anti-swelling medicine to Cheng Xiaoyu's ankle and then bandage it before they went home.

Yan Yu carried Cheng Xiaoyu home and went straight upstairs to the bedroom, placing her on the bed. Cheng Xiaoyu sat on the bed, looking at the snow-white gauze on her
ankle and said, "The doctor said it's okay not to bandage it, but you insisted on bandaging it. How am I supposed to take a shower? Or,
can you help me wash it?"

Yan Yu couldn't help but groan inwardly. A few days ago, he had caught a bad cold, and Cheng Xiaoyu told him to rest
well
and not to come near her. He was afraid of infecting her with his cold, so he agreed. Today, he was feeling better, but she had pulled this stunt, leaving him already fuming and having to help her bathe. Was she trying to kill him?

In the steamy bathroom, Cheng Xiaoyu sat naked in the bathtub, one of her snow-white, smooth legs resting on
the tub wall. Yan Yu, wearing only beige lounge pants and a white work vest, was washing her hair, lathering it with
foam, and then using the showerhead to rinse it. Cheng Xiaoyu closed her eyes, tilted her head to match Yan Yu's angle, and
had an expression of enjoyment on her face. Yan Yu handed the bath sponge to Cheng Xiaoyu, but Cheng Xiaoyu refused to take it. Instead, she looked at him and said,
"Aren't you going to help me wash?"

Yan Yu said, "You twisted your ankle, not your hand. You can reach your own body."

Cheng Xiaoyu splashed water and said, "I don't care, you help me wash."

Yan Yu said, "The water is splashing all over my pants!"

Cheng Xiaoyu continued splashing water, "Are you going to help me wash or not?"

Yan Yu sighed helplessly, "Okay, okay, I'll help you wash, my darling."

Yan Yu finally finished bathing his little darling, his own pants and vest almost soaked.
He wrapped Cheng Xiaoyu in a large bath towel and put her on the bed. "Now close your eyes and go to sleep. I'm going to take a shower."

It took Yan Yu a long time to come out of the bathroom. Cheng Xiaoyu was lying on her side on the bed with her eyes closed, already asleep. Yan Yu
haphazardly dried his hair, turned off the bedside lamp, and lay down on the bed as well. But as soon as he closed his eyes, a small, cold, soft hand
crawled up his bare waist and into his underwear. Then, a devilish voice
sighed regretfully in his ear, "Why is it soft now? It was hard just now. Yan Yu, you better tell me honestly
which hand you had sex with just now? This despicable mistress, I'll drag her out and behead her!"

Yan Yu grabbed Cheng Xiaoyu's hand, gritting his teeth, and said, "If you provoke me again, I won't care anymore!"

Cheng Xiaoyu slid a finger along Yan Yu's scrotum, softly circling it. "I'm going to provoke you, I'm going to provoke you."

Yan Yu rolled over and pinned Cheng Xiaoyu down, pulling off her pajamas. He began to suckle and nibble on her soft, delicate
skin , teasing her tender nipples with his tongue as he asked, "Did that bastard touch you here just now?"

Cheng Xiaoyu wrapped her arms around Yan Yu's neck and thought for a moment before replying, "Yes. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me all over the face, and
touched me several times."

Yan Yu cursed under his breath, saying, "He should have chopped off his hand!"

Cheng Xiaoyu said, "No, if you chop off his hand, you'll go to jail."

Yan Yu looked up and gave Cheng Xiaoyu's chin a light bite, saying, "I told you not to come, but you insisted. Now you know you
shouldn't go to places like this, right? Let's see if you'll listen to me again."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Xiaoyu immediately... Ke reached out and covered Yan Yu's lips, which were constantly kissing her neck. "If I didn't go,
how would I know you always go to places like this for social events?"

Yan Yu said helplessly, "Actually, I haven't been there many times. Not everyone likes that kind of thing. Baby, when I go
, I'm just keeping them company. I've never wronged you in the slightest. Besides, I don't like flirting with those kinds of
women ; it's too low-class. If you don't believe me, I'll swear. I'll swear whatever you want."

Cheng Xiaoyu thought for a moment, then released her hand from Yan Yu's mouth and smiled brightly. "The ancients said, 'If you doubt someone, don't
use them; if you use someone, don't doubt them.' Since I'm with you, I'll believe whatever you say." "What's the point of making any vows? If you're really lying to
me, then I'll just say I misjudged you."

The room was dimly lit, with only a sliver of bright moonlight shining in. Cheng Xiaoyu's smile appeared bright and warm in the darkness.
Yan Yu lowered his head and gently kissed her lips. "Xiaoyu, you didn't misjudge me. I, Yan Yu, will never betray you."

Cheng Xiaoyu's reply was to look up and offer a kiss in return. Their lips and tongues intertwined, their passion deep and intense. Cheng Xiaoyu clung tightly
to Yan Yu's neck. As Yan Yu kissed her, he removed the only white panties she was wearing, his large hands
gently kneading her soft, tender thighs. A series of sweet, clear moans, like a mountain spring, immediately escaped Cheng Xiaoyu's lips
.

Seeing Cheng Xiaoyu's arousal, Yan Yu eagerly and slowly thrust into the slightly
sunken . Cheng Xiaoyu bit her lip, watching Yan Yu's eyes, which gleamed with a dark light in the darkness
, endure his inch-by-inch invasion. Her delicate fingers scratched restlessly at his taut shoulders. Finally, he was all the way
in. Cheng Xiaoyu let out a soft sigh of relief, her body covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Yan Yu lovingly kissed her pretty little nose, then began to thrust, slowly at first, then
faster and faster. Her soft body, her juicy opening, the blush on her cheeks, and her seductive moans were the most powerful aphrodisiacs, leaving
him wanting more.

Suddenly, Cheng Xiaoyu cried out in pain as the movements intensified. Yan Yu stopped abruptly. "What's wrong?"

Cheng Xiaoyu pointed to her left leg, which was resting on Yan Yu's shoulder. "Be gentle with your thrusts! My foot is hitting your back,
it hurts."

Yan Yu then thrust heavily into her clitoris, sending a shiver down her spine. "
When weren't you afraid I'd hurt you? You vixen."

Cheng Xiaoyu whimpered, "Honey, it hurts~"

Yan Yu cursed under his breath as he removed Cheng Xiaoyu's left leg from his shoulder and pressed it onto the bed to the left. He then lifted her
right leg with his other hand and continued thrusting. Cheng Xiaoyu's pale body undulated on the bed like waves, and Yan Yu, mesmerized,...
Those soft yet incredibly elastic breasts were kneaded into various erotic shapes, the room filled with the sounds of flesh slapping
and splashing. The large penis rubbed the tender flesh of her vulva from a pure pink to a vibrant red, turning the silvery-
clear nectar into white foam that trickled silently down Cheng Xiaoyu's pert little buttocks,
soaking the sheets. Yan
Yu felt a great sense of accomplishment in transforming Cheng Xiaoyu from a shy and reserved girl in bed into a seductive enchantress in the throes of orgasm.

The large penis thrust in and out of the young woman's body relentlessly, the girl's hands pinned to the sheets, fingers
tightly intertwined. Cheng Xiaoyu breathed heavily, her head bobbing on the pillow. "Yan Yu, it's almost there,
it's almost there~"

"Where are we going?" Yan Yu asked slowly, deliberately slowing the movement of his penis,
refusing stimulate that itchy, soft spot.

Cheng Xiaoyu opened her eyes, brimming with a mixture of shyness and annoyance, and said, "Give it to me quickly."

"What do you want, baby?" Yan Yu lowered his head and kissed her firm, rosy nipples. "Tell me, and
I'll give you anything you want."

"Yan Yu," Cheng Xiaoyu said, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her forehead against his, panting, "You're so good to me,
I'd give you anything you want, really."

For a man, nothing in the world, no matter how much support or affirmation he receives, can compare to the trust of his woman
. Yan Yu realized that this seemingly carefree girl could be a gentle and understanding flower if she wanted to.
At this moment, anything he said would be superfluous; he simply kissed her deeply and they shared a blissful moment together. Afterwards,
of course, there was a tender and lingering intimacy. Yan Yu could smell his scent on Cheng Xiaoyu's body as she
breathed her light sweat seeped out. Yan Yu held Cheng Xiaoyu tightly, finally understanding what it meant to envy only
the lovers, not the immortals. Whether in heaven or on earth, he only wished to be with this little woman in his arms.

Chapter 76 Farewell

The next morning, unusually, Cheng Xiaoyu woke up first. She carefully
removed Yan Yu's arm from her waist and noticed a red cut on his finger, probably from broken glass the night before
. Yesterday's events were too numerous and urgent; Cheng Xiaoyu hadn't even noticed the small wound on Yan Yu's hand. She picked up
his finger, examined it, then put on her pajamas, hopped to the cabinet, and rummaged through the medicine box for a
band-aid it on Yan Yu's finger.

Yan Yu was awakened by the slight movement on his finger. Opening his eyes, he saw Cheng Xiaoyu kneeling by the bed, carefully applying
a colorful band-aid to his finger. Her small hands were icy cold, and her hair tickled his arm
. Yan Yu raised his finger and looked at the band-aid on it. "Why is it Donald Duck? Why didn't you give me
Winnie the Pooh?"

Cheng Xiaoyu giggled. "I don't like Winnie the Pooh, so I gave you the one I don't like first."

Yan Yu smiled and pulled Cheng Xiaoyu's head to kiss her forehead. Cheng Xiaoyu leaned over and
kissed . The lecherous uncle from last night was now completely forgotten. It was a beautiful and lovely morning.

Before going to bed that night, Yan's parents were sitting on the bed chatting, or rather, Yan's father was wearing glasses
and reading the newspaper, while Yan's mother was chatting alone. Mrs. Yan talked for a few minutes about what gift to bring for the old man,
but noticed that Mr. Yan's eyes were glued to his newspaper, and he only gave a couple of perfunctory "uh-huhs." Mrs. Yan gave Mr. Yan
a , "This is a gift for your dad, how can you act like this?"

Mr. Yan put down his newspaper, "Fine, go ahead."

Mrs. Yan sighed, "I have something else to tell you. I asked Sister Zhang to stay with Yan Yu for a few days. Your
son told me that his darling girlfriend accidentally sprained her ankle and asked me to bring Sister Zhang over. I said you always want to..."
"We need it tomorrow, so why don't we just have Sister Zhang stay at your place? You have a guest room downstairs anyway, and Sister Zhang can
at least take care of you and make sure you have a decent meal every day. That brat won't agree, saying it's too much trouble for another person. Tell me, if he's already
complaining about having another person, will he even come back to live here if he really marries that girl? They say raising children is for old age security, but will he care about us
when we're old and can't move? I think we should forget about it. And that Cheng Xiaoyu, how can she be so clumsy
? She's such a grown woman, how could she sprain her ankle?"

Father Yan thought for a moment. "Your son is probably just bluffing. He called me today asking me to get Director Zheng from
the Industry and Commerce Bureau to help him settle things. He said he beat up a section chief named Feng from the Shangcheng District Industry and Commerce Bureau. He said that last time he
took Cheng Xiaoyu out to dinner, Director Feng had a few drinks and started groping Xiaoyu, so Yan Yu beat him up
. It wasn't a big deal, but Director Gao couldn't save face, so he had to ask Director Zheng to mediate. This
kid is usually very stubborn and never uses my connections for anything, but it seems he's changed his tune this time." "You only come to me when you have no other choice
."

After listening for a while, Mrs. Yan said, "I thought Cheng Xiaoyu was a steady girl, how come she's attracting so many suitors
? It's so annoying."

Mr. Yan said, "I don't like listening to you. Why are you meddling in young people's affairs? Cheng Xiaoyu's family background is
a bit lacking, but I think my son really likes her. Just leave it to them." Before they knew it, it was almost the New Year.

People in Rongcheng were busy preparing for the New Year, and people from other places were busy booking
train plane tickets. Cheng Xiaoyu's mood inevitably became depressed. She had never experienced the feeling of spending the New Year alone before, and
this year she would have to experience it.

Seeing that she was unhappy, Yan Yu advised her, "I think you should go home for the New Year. How can your
parents ? Go back with peace of mind. If your ex-boyfriend still dares to bother you, just tell me, and
I'll come and pick you up after the New Year."

Cheng Xiaoyu still insisted on not going.

Yan Yu said somewhat jealously, "You're afraid to go back because you still have feelings for him, right?"

Cheng Xiaoyu's face hardened. "Yan Yu, what did you say?"

Yan Yu knew this was a sensitive topic for Cheng Xiaoyu. Thinking that she was leaving tomorrow, she didn't want to have a fight before leaving
, so she skipped the question and told her to eat three proper meals a day at home, not to eat snacks instead
of meals, and if she felt bored, to go shopping, or go see Wen Si and the others.

Cheng Xiaoyu agreed to everything, saying she understood. Yan Yu paused for a moment

and then said, "Why don't you come home with me?"

Cheng Xiaoyu chuckled, "Tomorrow's plane tickets, there's no time to buy them now." Yan Yu said

, "If we can't buy them, we'll take the next flight."

Cheng Xiaoyu said, "That's not a good idea. We've only known each other for a little over six months, and now we're going straight to see relatives?"
People thought we were getting married soon.

Yan Yu knew it wasn't appropriate to bring Cheng Xiaoyu back, but the thought of leaving her alone there for
twenty days, especially during the Lunar New Year, was too much to bear. After thinking for a moment, he said, "My family doesn't care about these things
. Come back with me."

Cheng Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Don't worry, just go back to your hometown for the New Year. I'll wait for you here."

The next morning, after breakfast, Yan Yu was about to go to his parents' house and then go to the airport with them. He put on his coat
, opened the door, patted Cheng Xiaoyu's head, and said, "I'm leaving."

Cheng Xiaoyu smiled somewhat reluctantly, waved to him, and then looked down at her slippers without saying a word.

Yan Yu looked at the black whorl of hair on Cheng Xiaoyu's head, wanted to say something but didn't. Finally, he gently
hugged her, closed the door, and left.

Cheng Xiaoyu heard the elevator doors ding open and then slowly close, leaving the hallway silent.
She turned around listlessly and glanced at the living room, which, though identical to usual, suddenly felt lonely
. Cheng Xiaoyu sighed, listlessly dragging her slippers over to the kitchen to collect her breakfast
.

Yan Yu, sitting on the plane watching the layers of white clouds, wondered what Cheng Xiaoyu was doing. As soon as he landed,
he texted her, "Baby, I've arrived in Hecheng. What are you doing?"

A while later, Cheng Xiaoyu replied, "Staring blankly. Watching a movie alone is so boring."

Yan Yu texted back, "I'll bring you a gift when I get back."

Cheng Xiaoyu replied, "^_^~"

Yan's father's brother's son came to pick them up at the airport. Yan's mother was annoyed by Yan Yu's behavior.
When had her son ever been so rude? He didn't even exchange pleasantries with his cousin, just kept his head down,
fiddling with his phone—he was definitely texting Cheng Xiaoyu.

Although Cheng Xiaoyu agreed to Yan Yu's promises, she didn't follow through on any of them.
Instead she bought a huge pile of snacks from the supermarket. She didn't go shopping or visit Wen Si and the others; instead, she created
a new account in the game "Fantasy Immortal" called "A Cat" and started leveling up day and night, just like she did in college. She was so familiar with
every With each level she gained, memories of her past would flood
her mind like a flowing stream. However, she no longer joined a guild or made friends; she was a silent leveling
fanatic.

So, whenever Yan Yu texted Cheng Xiaoyu to ask what she was doing, Cheng Xiaoyu's answer was always online gaming.
After hearing this a few times, Yan Yu asked her why she played online games every day. Cheng Xiaoyu replied, "Back in the day, I was a net addict too."
Yan Yu thought that she was probably bored at home all day, and playing online games at least helped her pass the time, so he let her be
.

Soon it was New Year's Eve, and Cheng Xiaoyu sat cross-legged on the sofa with a table full of snacks and candies, watching the Spring Festival Gala.
It turned out that the Spring Festival Gala was such a boring program that it was best enjoyed with the whole family. She leaned back on the sofa, constantly changing channels; every
channel showed the Spring Festival Gala. She eventually fell asleep.

Cheng Xiaoyu was woken by her phone ringing. Still
half hosts were counting down the days, and there was the loud sound of firecrackers on the other end of the line. A voice called her name,
"Xiaoyu."

Cheng Xiaoyu couldn't immediately recognize who was calling her. After a long pause, she answered, "Yan Yu."

Yan Yu said on the other end of the line, "Xiaoyu, Happy New Year."

Cheng Xiaoyu hummed in response, and tears inexplicably streamed down her face. Thank goodness she had met Yan Yu. Without
him, how lonely she would have been!

Yan Yu called out again, "Xiaoyu?"

Cheng Xiaoyu wiped away her tears, sniffed, and said, "Shouldn't you be eating dumplings?"

Yan Yu hummed in agreement and asked again, "Did you make dumplings?"

Cheng Xiaoyu said aggrievedly, "I don't know how to make dumplings." Yan

Yu said, "Then at least buy a bag of frozen dumplings. How can you not eat dumplings during the New Year?"

Cheng Xiaoyu wiped her tears and said, "I won't eat them."

Yan Yu was silent for a moment. "Were you crying?"

Cheng Xiaoyu didn't speak, but she still couldn't help sniffling softly.

Yan's mother called from the side, "Yan Yu, come and eat dumplings, what are you doing!" Yan Yu turned his head and called
out , "Wait a minute, I'll be right there."

Cheng Xiaoyu said, "Go eat dumplings."

Yan Yu whispered, "Baby, I'll go back immediately after my grandfather's birthday on the tenth of the lunar month... I miss
you too."

Cheng Xiaoyu hummed in agreement, looking down and picking at the sofa cushion, still feeling very down.

Yan Yu stood on the balcony talking to Cheng Xiaoyu on the phone. The winter night in Hecheng was cold, with the occasional
sound of firecrackers in the distance and a faint smell of gunpowder in the air. Yan Yu coaxed Cheng Xiaoyu in a low voice, and it was almost half an hour before
he hung up.

When he went inside, the whole family had almost finished eating dumplings. Yan's mother glared at him with displeasure,
but Yan Yu pretended not to notice, rolled up his sleeves, sat down, and smiled, "Time to eat dumplings."

His teenage cousin asked, "Brother Yan Yu, who were you talking to on the phone?"

Everyone chuckled.

Yan Yu smiled too, patted his cousin's head, and said, "Eat your dumplings. Kids shouldn't meddle in adults' business."

Chapter 77 Absence Makes the Heart Blossom (h)

The Twists and Turns of Love Yan Yu, a seasoned lover, was no stranger to such heart-wrenching longing, but
he swore this was the first time he had ever felt this way. The last time he took a girl so seriously was in high school. Later, as he gradually
mastered the skills of dating, that cautious feeling disappeared. Although Yan Yu's first love was in junior high,
it was just for fun. His high school girlfriend was the girl who made him truly experience love for the first time.
Even at seventeen or eighteen, he had never felt such deep
longing for that beautiful, princess-like girl. His grandfather's house was packed with people these days. Yan Yu ate, watched TV, played cards, and chatted with them, but his mind
wasn't on any of those things. His heart was only on Cheng Xiaoyu, who was thousands of miles away. He missed her so much he was going crazy;
nothing felt right. The weather in the north was drier than in the south, and the heating in his grandfather's house was too
strong. Yan Yu quickly became irritated. He felt like a fire-breathing dragon with flames shooting from its nose,
pacing , each second an agony. He wanted to go home quickly; he wanted to see Cheng Xiaoyu.

That day, Yan Yu went shopping with his mother, aunt, and cousin. Three women make a drama; they talked about...
It wasn't over yet; he had to try everything he saw, while he was only responsible for carrying the bags. His aunt took a liking to a jade necklace, and after
putting it she discussed with Yan's mother and cousin whether the color matched her clothes and suited her age. Yan Yu, bored
, wandered between the counters, his gaze inadvertently drawn to a small silver pendant. It was a
pendant no bigger than a fingernail, carved with two small fish intimately intertwined,
one , one larger than the other, held in an exquisite seashell-shaped box. The diamond-encrusted eyes
sparkled brilliantly under the light.

Yan Yu walked straight over, tapped the glass of the counter, and said, "Let me see this."

The two small fish were placed in Yan Yu's hands; they felt smooth, delicate, and cool to the touch. Yan Yu didn't hear the salesperson
introducing the designer of the piece, nor did he hear the salesperson mentioning the purity
and quality of the diamonds in the four little fish's eyes. He only heard a voice in his heart saying, "Yan Yu, this is it." Yan Yu
knew he liked Cheng Xiaoyu, but he had liked other girls before, which wasn't unusual. But seeing these two
little fish, almost merging together intimately, he finally understood what his anxiety these past few days represented: it represented
his love for Cheng Xiaoyu. At this moment, he realized he wanted to be with her for life.

On the evening of the tenth, the Yan family held a birthday banquet at the most prestigious hotel in Hecheng. Almost all of the Yan family's children
were present , along with many prominent figures from Hecheng. The old man was all smiles,
and the banquet didn't end until after nine o'clock. Yan Yu went to apologize to his grandfather, saying that he had some company business to attend to and had to return to personally.
He had already booked a flight back to Rongcheng for that evening. The old man said he understood, then patted Yan Yu's shoulder and said, "
Xiao Yu , I've watched you grow up well. You must make something of yourself in the future." Yan Yu readily agreed.

When Yan's mother found out, she frowned and said, "What urgent matter is it at your company that you can't wait until dawn? I want to
hear it!"

Yan Yu smiled and called out "Mom," then walked out.

Yan's mother chased after him, calling, "Your clothes are still at Grandpa's house."

Yan Yu didn't turn around and said, "Just collect them for me and take them back to Rongcheng."

Yan's mother asked again, "What time is your flight?"

Yan Yu had already hailed a taxi, got in, waved to her from the window, and the car sped away.

Yan Yu got home at three in the morning. He turned on the living room light and looked around. It was a bit messy. There was a thin layer of dust on the cabinet
by the door Aunt Zhang had gone home for the New Year, and no one came to clean. Cheng Xiaoyu
was living like this. It was a wonder that every time he called to ask her anything, she would say yes.

Yan Yu changed into slippers and went upstairs to open the bedroom door. The room wasn't completely dark; Cheng Xiaoyu's
laptop screen was lit up on the bedside table, and she was sound asleep, her head resting on the pillow. Yan Yu tiptoed
over and knelt by the bedside. A game was running on the laptop; the female Taoist "A Cat" was diligently mining, apparently
AFK. Yan Yu gently touched the face he had been longing for, but Cheng Xiaoyu remained fast asleep
. This girl, even if a thief broke into the house, she probably wouldn't notice.

Yan Yu took a small red box from his pocket, took out a Pisces pendant necklace from inside, and tied it
around Cheng Xiaoyu's neck. His movement was a bit abrupt, and Cheng Xiaoyu finally woke up. She rubbed her eyes and called out to
Yan Yu in disbelief. Yan Yu smiled at her.

Cheng Xiaoyu cried out and rushed over, hugging Yan Yu's neck tightly. "You're back!" she exclaimed happily.

Yan Yu stroked her hair and said, "Didn't I promise Grandpa I'd come back right after his birthday?"

Cheng Xiaoyu loosened her grip slightly, looking at him and saying, "The earliest you could come back is tomorrow."

Yan Yu smiled, "Isn't it tomorrow already?"

Cheng Xiaoyu wore a silly smile, calling his name repeatedly, "Yan Yu, Yan Yu. "

Yan Yu's hand slipped under Cheng Xiaoyu's clothes and grasped her soft breast. "Baby, did you miss me?"

Cheng Xiaoyu's face flushed a lovely red, and she nodded, saying, "Yes."

Yan Yu then reached out and pulled off her nightgown, pulling down her underwear and tossing it aside. He turned on the light to examine his girlfriend, whom he hadn't seen
for eighteen days.

Cheng Xiaoyu felt embarrassed by his gaze and covered Yan Yu's eyes, preventing him from looking. Yan Yu let her continue, his hands roaming freely over her body with her eyes
covered . Cheng Xiaoyu giggled as he touched her, no longer bothering to cover his eyes.
Instead, she grabbed his hands to stop him from continuing his antics.

Yan Yu grabbed Cheng Xiaoyu's hands and scooped her up from the bed, pulling her into his arms. "Help me take off
my clothes," he said.

Cheng Xiaoyu blushed and unbuttoned Yan Yu's shirt one button at a time. When his shirt was half-undone, she lowered her head and took
one of his nipples into her mouth, sweetly teasing it with her tongue. Yan Yu propped himself up on the bed with one hand and
ran the other along her smooth back to her round, cute bottom, kneading the exquisite texture. He squinted his eyes,
enjoying the wonderful moment.

Cheng Xiaoyu's lips moved from one nipple to the other, her small hands fiddling with his belt buckle,
refusing to let him undo it.

Impatient, Yan Yu pulled down his pants and pounced on Cheng Xiaoyu, pinning her down on the soft
bed.

Cheng Xiaoyu was startled by the hot thing between Yan Yu's legs. She held onto Yan Yu's shoulders and said, "Why
is it so hard?"

Yan Yu kissed her slightly upturned soft lips. "Because I miss you. I think about you every day, and the more I think about you, the harder it gets."

Cheng Xiaoyu buried her blushing face in Yan Yu's arms and smiled shyly. Yan Yu didn't let her hold him like that. Instead,
he put her legs on his shoulders and knelt on the bed. Cheng Xiaoyu's body was lifted halfway up in mid-air.
She cried , "What are you doing, Yan Yu?"

Yan Yu said, "I'm here to see if my little Yu misses me." As he spoke, he stuck out his tongue and licked the two
delicate and lovely petals. The petals trembled slightly, and the beautiful little opening also swayed and contracted a few times.

Yan Yu chuckled, "Your little mouth down there is talking, what did you say? I didn't hear you clearly."

Cheng Xiaoyu clutched the bedsheet beneath her, biting her lip and scolding, "You're already being a pervert as soon as you get back."

Yan Yu chuckled softly, "I heard you clearly, Xiaoyu said she wanted to kiss me."

Cheng Xiaoyu blushed and said, "No, no, I didn't want to kiss you, um~" Yan Yu had already kissed her without restraint
, his tongue forming a pointed shape and
slipping into her opening, tickling and tingling between her fine folds. Cheng Xiaoyu's snow-white insteps arched,
kicking incessantly against Yan Yu's broad back, "No, Yan Yu, no, um, ah, ah..."

Cheng Xiaoyu's voice of refusal grew softer and softer, eventually turning into wanton moans. Yan Yu
swallowed her flowing nectar greedily, the sweet, thick liquid making smacking sounds as he ate. His wicked hand darted through the soft
grass, finding her sensitive clitoris and teasing it. Cheng Xiaoyu screamed uncontrollably, her eyes closed and her
thin nostrils flaring violently. Her small hands automatically moved to her soft breasts, gently kneading
and rubbing them to make herself feel even better. For the past two weeks, Yan Yu had longed for Cheng Xiaoyu's body, and
Cheng Xiaoyu had longed for Yan Yu's body just as much. Her sensitive body
easily reached orgasm after only a dozen minutes of Yan Yu's ministrations. Her nectar sprayed so much that Yan Yu couldn't swallow it all, dripping
onto .

Yan Yu's Adam's apple bobbed alluringly a few times, as if he were swallowing her sweet nectar. Then, his bright red,
serpentine tongue slowly left her wet little opening. He lowered Cheng Xiaoyu's legs and leaned
over her, kissing her soft, cherry-like mouth with his glistening lips, which were covered in her juices. He took her two small hands and
kneaded her snow-white, full breasts. His dark, shimmering eyes stared at Cheng Xiaoyu's flushed face as he said, "Little Yu told me she
misses me."

Cheng Xiaoyu gave a coquettish "hmm," her two jade-like legs wrapped coquettishly around his waist. "Yan Yu, will you come in
~"

Yan Yu's lips curled into a smug smile. He pulled his hips back slightly and thrust into her wet opening with a powerful thrust, penetrating to the very end
.

Chapter 78 Pisces (h)

As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Not only did Yan Yu have inexhaustible energy, but Cheng Xiaoyu was also exceptionally passionate tonight.
These days, Yan Yu misses her, and Cheng Xiaoyu, all alone at home, also misses him.

Every deep thrust from Yan Yu is met with a coquettish moan from Cheng Xiaoyu, making Yan Yu feel weak in the knees, and
he only feels satisfied when he has thoroughly violated her. Cheng Xiaoyu knelt before him like a pure white lamb
, her pert little bottom swaying rhythmically with his movements. She turned her head and looked at him pleadingly, "Slow down
... Yan Yu, it's too fast, um~"

Yan Yu pinched her swaying breasts and said, "Take your pills today, I want to cum inside."

Cheng Xiaoyu said coquettishly, "Why do you always want to cum inside?"

"Baby, you don't know how good it feels to be sucked out by your passionate little mouth."

Cheng Xiaoyu buried her face in the sheets shyly and whimpered. Yan Yu kissed
her fair earlobe and sensitive nape with sweet words, thrusting faster and deeper until he reached deep into her tender flower before
willingly ejaculating.

After their meal, Yan Yu, carrying his precious daughter, went into the bathroom to shower. Cheng Xiaoyu leaned lazily against him,
examining the small Pisces pendant in her palm. The two fish were exquisitely crafted, each
with two sparkling diamonds as eyes on both sides. Their slightly bulging bodies were lifelike, and although
the shapes were only sketched with a few strokes, they exuded an indescribable intimacy and happiness.

Cheng Xiaoyu said, "I'm not a Pisces, why did you give me this?"

Yan Yu whispered in her ear, "Think about it yourself."

But while he said she should think for herself, he kept interrupting her thoughts. His large hands groped her body
with ill intent , and his hot, swollen penis pressed against her buttocks. Was he trying to make her
think? Cheng Xiaoyu thought hard for a while before finally figuring it out. She snapped her fingers and said, "I know what
it means !" "What does it mean?" Yan Yu asked,

kneading her full breasts with both hands as if kneading dough with slippery foam . Cheng Xiaoyu just giggled and didn't speak. If you ignored the tone, both her and Yan Yu's names actually contained the character "fish." Yan Yu giving her two such intimately intertwined little fish meant . "Tell me, what does it mean?" Yan Yu continued to ask her. Cheng Xiaoyu picked up two small fish and held them in front of her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. "It means you love me so , you're begging me not to leave you." Yan Yu smiled and kissed her soft, lovely shoulder. "Then will you leave me, you little ostrich?" Cheng Xiaoyu turned and playfully straddled Yan Yu's lap, hugging his neck. "Don't you always say I'm your little ancestor? If you treat me well, ancestors don't usually move away easily." Yan Yu held Cheng Xiaoyu's slender waist, making her swollen, alluring entrance even closer to his penis, and snorted, "I should be asking you that." "You've been playing games and eating snacks all day while I'm away, haven't you? You haven't even eaten, have you?" Cheng Xiaoyu laughed. "Of course I eat, I've eaten." Yan Yu slapped her bottom. "Still trying to deny it? The trash can is full of snack bags. I opened the fridge to find something to eat, but there was nothing but yogurt." Cheng Xiaoyu said, "Are you hungry? If you're hungry, let me kiss you, and you won't be hungry anymore." Cheng Xiaoyu pouted and kissed Yan Yu on the lips, playfully sticking out her little tongue to brush against his teeth. Yan Yu opened his mouth, about to stick his tongue out, but she pushed him away, covering her mouth and laughing like a mischievous kitten. Yan Yu leaned against the bathtub wall, looking at the little girl sitting on him. "Cheng Xiaoyu, Cheng Xiaoyu, all my wisdom and intelligence have been wasted on you, you silly ostrich." "Well, it's good that you admit defeat." Cheng Xiaoyu proudly puffed out her pretty little chest, the shimmering blue water of the tub couldn't compare to the beauty of her two cherry-red, white mounds. Yan Yu's large hand gripping Cheng Xiaoyu's slender waist suddenly tightened, causing Cheng Xiaoyu to slip and swallow most of off guard, Cheng Xiaoyu cried out in surprise, quickly grabbing Yan Yu's shoulders and pouting coquettishly, "You already made it swollen, and you're still doing it." Yan Yu continued to press down on her, his mouth filled with lewd words, "I've brought tribute to my ancestor, offering him his favorite big penis, little ancestor, you're so tight..." Cheng Xiaoyu couldn't bear to listen anymore, and in a fit of shame and anger, she splashed water on Yan Yu's face. The clear water droplets slowly rolled down Yan Yu's black hair and onto his smiling lips, looking indescribably sexy. Cheng Xiaoyu's face flushed red, and her body immediately went numb again from Yan Yu's sudden thrust. Yan Yu lifted Cheng Xiaoyu's chin. "Little darling, is the dick tasty?" Cheng Xiaoyu let out a soft moan and looked away. Yan Yu gently stroked the pink blush on her cheek with his fingers. "Your face is all red from eating, you really like it, don't you?"

Yan Yu's penis showed no signs of fatigue, moving vigorously inside Cheng Xiaoyu's vagina. Cheng Xiaoyu
's body swayed uncontrollably with his movements. The immense heat and hardness inside her body were
too much for Cheng Xiaoyu, who had just made love, to bear, and she collapsed onto Yan Yu.

As she fell, her chest pressed directly against Yan Yu's mouth. How could she refuse such a delicious treat?
Yan Yu said in a cheeky tone, "Who says my Xiaoyu isn't virtuous? She steamed such a delicious white bun, so fragrant and
hot. Let me take a bite of the tip first." As he spoke, he opened his mouth and bit into a soft, cherry-red nipple,
sucking on it until it hardened with his lips and tongue, then slowly stretching and playing with the areola, gradually increasing the pressure.

Cheng Xiaoyu was being frantically thrust into by Yan Yu, one of her nipples being pulled painfully. Frustrated,
she grabbed Yan Yu's hair and cried out, "Stop biting...you'll have to pay for it if you tear it!"

Yan Yu gently bit the hard nipple with his sharp teeth, laughing, "It's not that easy to tear
it. If I don't help you get used to it first, you'll be crying in pain when our son nurses."

Cheng Xiaoyu tapped Yan Yu on the head, "You know I'll give you a son?"

"I love both sons and daughters." Yan Yu hugged Cheng Xiaoyu's waist and bounced her up and down, "Baby, hurry up
, you're too slow."

"I don't have the strength," Cheng Xiaoyu pouted, "You might as well just break me up."

Yan Yu cursed her as a little fool, but still held Cheng Xiaoyu close, letting her lie against the bathtub wall, and then
continued thrusting into her. Cheng Xiaoyu chuckled and said that water had gotten inside. Yan Yu reached out and pressed on her lower abdomen, saying
he would help her squeeze the water out. Cheng Xiaoyu twisted her body and said no. She felt a sore and numb sensation deep inside her uterus from his squeezing.
Honey-like fluid flowed out along with the water he had pushed into her passage, and then it was pushed
back into her uterus by his thick penis. Her hands weakly scratched at the smooth bathtub wall, and she made faint
moans . The tender flesh inside her flower stem trembled and tightened around the thick penis, so that every intimate rubbing of Yan Yu could stimulate
the most sensitive nerves of both of them. Cheng Xiaoyu's flower core exuded sweet juice and softly sucked on his glans, which was oozing with crystal liquid
. She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and the sweet moans that leaked from her lips were intoxicating.
A low, beast-like growl involuntarily
escaped Yan Yu's throat. Sweat dripped from his forehead, stinging her eyelashes and making her squint. The clear water in the tub rippled as if a giant whirlpool lurked within, waves splashing
down the side and forming a small puddle on the floor.

Two beautiful little fish shimmered silver in Cheng Xiaoyu's shallow yet alluring cleavage,
bobbing and throbbing as if alive. Cheng Xiaoyu leaned her head against the tub wall, softly calling his name,
Yan Yu, Yan Yu, Yan Yu… Yan Yu breathed heavily, one hand roughly squeezing Cheng Xiaoyu's throbbing breast
, leaving five red finger marks on the soft flesh. The creamy flesh
jutted out sensually between his fingers, and Cheng Xiaoyu let out sweet moans as he kneaded her. Yan Yu lowered his head and licked the two beautiful
little fish. The fish's body was cool, Cheng Xiaoyu's skin was sweet, and the scent of sweat was slightly salty. Yan Yu
let out a groan, took the two small fish into his mouth, and licked them affectionately with his tongue. His penis thrust into
Cheng Xiaoyu's body a few times, and he could no longer control himself, letting hot spurts of fluid gushing out.

The bath lasted for more than an hour. By
the time it was already dawn. Yan Yu took off his clothes, crawled into the covers, hugged Cheng Xiaoyu's bare shoulders, and closed his eyes.
Sleepiness washed over him; for the first time in eighteen days, he felt so content with his drowsiness.

Because Yan's parents wouldn't be back until after the Lantern Festival, Yan Yu and Cheng Xiaoyu
would spend the Lantern Festival together this year. Warm light filled the room as the two busied themselves in the kitchen. It was a festival, after all, so they needed chicken, duck,
fish, and meat . Wearing her ruffled apron, Cheng Xiaoyu carried up plates of Chef Yan Yu's creations one by one. Finally, Yan
Yu placed a large soup bowl in the center of the table. Inside the white bowl with blue glaze, steaming hot
, beautifully colored glutinous rice balls tumbled. Yan Yu wiped the sweat from his brow. "Eat up."

Cheng Xiaoyu took a small, light green bowl and scooped out four or five glutinous rice balls. She then used a spoon to pick out
a particularly round and adorable one, blew on it, and held it to Yan Yu's lips. Yan Yu took a bite. Cheng Xiaoyu asked, "What
filling?"

Yan Yu licked it with his tongue. "Chocolate filling." Yesterday, he and Cheng Xiaoyu went to the supermarket to buy glutinous rice balls.
Seeing how colorful and appealing they were, she bought five or six bags at once, saying that mixing them together
would create a delightful surprise. Of course, black sesame glutinous rice balls are still the best;
what's so special about these strange chocolate-filled ones? But since his little glutton was so eager for something new, he let her try them.

Upon hearing that it was chocolate-filled, Cheng Xiaoyu immediately stuffed the half-eaten glutinous rice ball that Yan Yu had left into her mouth.
Her cheeks puffed out, she grinned like a little mouse who had just eaten candy. After swallowing, she even
started singing, "Tomorrow is like a box of chocolates, what will it taste like? Full of imagination, oh oh oh..."

Yan Yu laughed and pushed Cheng Xiaoyu's head, "Silly girl."

Cheng Xiaoyu sat down and bit into another glutinous rice ball, smacking her lips a few times, "Kiwi filling."

Yan Yu was speechless. Why are the fillings for glutinous rice balls so strange these days? He placed a chicken wing in Cheng Xiaoyu's
bowl . "Don't just focus on eating the glutinous rice balls; the food's getting cold."

Cheng Xiaoyu nodded, swallowed the rice ball, and then poured two glasses of red wine, handing one to Yan Yu and keeping the other
for herself. "Yan Yu, cheers. Happy New Year!"

"Cheng Xiaoyu, Happy New Year." Yan Yu clinked glasses with Cheng Xiaoyu, picked up his wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

Chapter 79 A Suspicious Old

Friend Returns After the New Year, the weather gradually warmed up. Spring is a season of renewal and vitality.
Cheng Xiaoyu loved spring, loved the tender green branches sprouting from the buds, and loved the light and brightly colored spring clothes. She
and Yan Yu were still as close as before, but there was something different. Their relationship had become closer and more tacit, but
Yan Yu was also more controlling. Yan Yu keeps insisting that she come to
his family home for meals, even though she's told him she doesn't like going there all the time. Cheng Xiaoyu is naturally a bit lazy and lacks planning skills, yet he
constantly tells her to change, always pointing out her shortcomings. Cheng Xiaoyu doesn't understand that Yan Yu's strictness stems from seeing her as
a future life partner, nor can she comprehend his expectations of her, at least in public.
To please Yan's mother, Cheng Xiaoyu
, who disliked being told what to do, tried to appear virtuous. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and had a few minor arguments with Yan Yu. In her anger, she said, "I'm no good at anything. You
should just find someone better. Trying to change me? No way!" Yan Yu had no choice but to give up. However, these were just
minor incidents in their lives; the overall tone of their relationship remained sweet and beautiful.

After the New Year, Yan Yu's work became increasingly busy. The company was recruiting a large number of new employees and had also poached many
senior executives . A price had been agreed upon for a plot of land behind the company building for Ruiyu to build a new building,
with construction scheduled to begin in March. Yan Yu was ambitious and full of aspirations. He wanted others to know that he wasn't just someone with a rich father
; he also had the ability to build a successful career on his own. Cheng Xiaoyu has always been very
serious . Although Yan Yu initially promoted her for his own selfish reasons,
she has now become an indispensable and capable assistant to him and Song Xuewen as the company expands significantly.

Time flies, and it's April. One day, Yan Yu went to a meeting with Song Xuewen, leaving Cheng Xiaoyu alone in the president's office
. Director Xing from the Human Resources Department walked in with a stunningly beautiful woman with long, wavy hair.
Cheng Xiaoyu quickly stood up and greeted her, "Director Xing."

Director Xing smiled and nodded. "Xiao Cheng, isn't President Yan here?"

Cheng Xiaoyu asked. "President Yan is in a meeting with Assistant Song. It'll probably be another half hour. Director Xing ,
is there something you need?"

Director Xing thought for a moment and said, "I happen to have something else to attend to right now. Could you please show this Ms. Ye around
the company , let her get to know the company's situation, and when President Yan returns, please introduce her to him, saying that the new
vice president of the business department is here for an interview? President Yan knows."

After giving these instructions, Director Xing left. Cheng Xiaoyu led Ms. Ye around the company's various floors,
honestly "This is the finance department, this is the technology center, this is the business department..."

Ms. Ye was young and beautiful. Out of politeness, Cheng Xiaoyu didn't ask her age, but she looked to be around twenty-six or twenty-
seven. To be so young to apply for the vice president position in Ruiyu's business department—impressive! Ms. Ye only asked
Cheng Xiaoyu a few simple questions. After their tour, the two of them returned to the president's office. Yan Yu had already returned from his meeting.

Cheng Xiaoyu pushed open the door and walked in. "President Yan, this Miss Ye is here to apply for the position of Vice President of the Business Department. President Xing
said he had spoken to you before."

Yan Yu was stunned. He looked at the person behind her for a while before standing up and calling out, "Ye Lan."

Miss Ye stood at the door without moving. When she heard Yan Yu call her, she hummed in response, then smiled and said,
"Yan Yu."

Cheng Xiaoyu looked at Miss Ye and then at Yan Yu. "You two know each other?"

Yan Yu glanced at Cheng Xiaoyu. "We were high school classmates."

Cheng Xiaoyu smiled. "That's quite a coincidence." She then went to open the tea canister and make tea.

Yan Yu sat back down and said to Ye Lan, "Have a seat."

Ye Lan sat down in the chair in front of Yan Yu's desk, smiling faintly, "What a coincidence, Yan Yu, it's been almost
ten years saw each other, hasn't it?"

Yan Yu nodded, "Yes. Last year at the class reunion, they said you went to develop your career in another city and haven't come back to
Rongcheng ."

Ye Lan said, "Actually, I haven't gone that far. I've been in Shanghai all these years. It's just that my parents keep urging me to come back,
and coincidentally, a headhunting company contacted me saying that a good company in Rongcheng was recruiting senior executives, so I came to take a look, but I didn't expect
..." Ye Lan smiled again as she said this.

Cheng Xiaoyu brewed tea and brought it to Ye Lan. Ye Lan nodded and thanked her, and Cheng Xiaoyu closed the door and left,
leaving the two of them to talk slowly.

The final stage of recruiting senior executives for the company always requires Yan Yu to conduct an interview in person, but it usually doesn't last more than twenty minutes. Today,
however, Yan Yu talked to Ye Lan for almost an hour before seeing her out of the office. But it's understandable, they were high school classmates, and
their relationship was very close.

On the way home that evening, Cheng Xiaoyu asked Yan Yu, "Is that Miss Ye your high school classmate?"

Yan Yu looked straight ahead and hummed in agreement.

Cheng Xiaoyu asked again, "How old is she?"

Yan Yu said, "Same as me, twenty-eight."

"She's so pretty,"

Yan Yu hummed again.

Cheng Xiaoyu asked, "So, are you planning to let her join the company?"

Yan Yu thought for a moment and said, "Ye Lan is quite capable. She's been leading a sales team for the past few years, and her performance is excellent.
If she comes this time, she'll bring several key members of her team with her. The company really needs
someone like that right now."

Cheng Xiaoyu leaned her head back in her seat and said, "She looks like a strong woman, and she's so beautiful. It's rare to find someone like that."

Yan Yu focused on driving and didn't say anything.

The matter was settled, and Cheng Xiaoyu didn't take it to heart at all. She couldn't imagine what kind of chain reaction the appearance of the beautiful Ye Lan would
bring to her peaceful life.

About two weeks later, Ye Lan and five people from her original company jumped ship and joined Ruiyu.
One afternoon, Yan Yu was about to leave work when he received a phone call. He spoke a few words and hung up, then came out and told
Cheng Xiaoyu , "I'm not going home for dinner tonight, I'm going out to eat with you."

Cheng Xiaoyu asked while packing her bag, "Why are you going out to eat?"

Yan Yu said, "Ye Lan said she and her new buddies are treating me to dinner. How can I let them treat me?
I'll treat them."

Cheng Xiaoyu asked, "What are you eating?"

"I think it's Korean BBQ."

"Good." Cheng Xiaoyu snapped her fingers, "I love Korean BBQ."

The frying pan, brushed with a thin layer of oil, was sizzling with meat slices, releasing an enticing aroma. Amidst the
swirling Cheng Xiaoyu unexpectedly saw an old acquaintance.

The man was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, sitting cross-legged on the earthen-
yellow His hair was styled in a textured perm! He looked very energetic, his skin was still dark, but without
those black-rimmed glasses, he looked much more handsome. Cheng Xiaoyu stood there, stunned, staring blankly at the steaming
frying pan The man eating meat noticed her, paused for three seconds, then jumped up,
walked around the group of people sitting around the frying pan, and smacked Cheng Xiaoyu on the head, shouting in a
booming , "Cheng Xiaoyu!"

Cheng Xiaoyu stumbled from the slap, grabbing the edge of the kang to steady herself. This guy was still so rude!

Yan Yu, unable to bear it any longer, asked Cheng Xiaoyu, "Who's this?"

Cheng Xiaoyu rubbed her head, which had been slapped, and said, "Ah, ah, this is my high school classmate, Shen Jiang."

Ye Lan knelt up from the kang (a heated brick bed) and said with a smile, "President Yan, please come and sit down."

The other four people quickly stood up and said, "President Yan, please."

Yan Yu took off his shoes and went upstairs. He saw that the man in the white shirt was still squatting by the kang talking to Cheng Xiaoyu.
Cheng Xiaoyu's mouth was in a slightly surprised "O" shape. Yan Yu sat down by the frying pan and glanced back at her. "
Cheng Xiaoyu , come up here quickly."

Cheng Xiaoyu said "Oh," and sat down by the kang, bending down to untie her sneakers. The man smiled broadly at
Cheng Xiaoyu and said, "Xiaoyu, let's sit together later."

Cheng Xiaoyu was still untying her shoelaces, and slightly turned her head to smile at Shen Jiang, "I won't sit with you."

Cheng Xiaoyu's hair was black and smooth, making her skin look as white as snow. The lines of her profile were soft and delicate, her eyes
were bright , and the smile on her lips was playful and cute. This girl had become much prettier than before. Shen Jiang
couldn't help but chuckle twice when he saw Cheng Xiaoyu's smiling face.

Chapter 80 Black Pig Demon and Little Elephant Leg

Although Cheng Xiaoyu said she wouldn't sit with Shen Jiang, she still sat down next to him when she took her seat.

Ye Lan looked at the two of them and smiled, "Shen Jiang, you and Assistant Cheng are high school classmates?"

Shen Jiang nodded, "Yes, Sister Ye. It's been so many years." Then he turned to look at Cheng Xiaoyu, "
Why did you come to Rongcheng without saying a word?"

Cheng Xiaoyu took an empty plate and poured sauce while saying, "If you can come to Rongcheng, why can't I?"
She picked up a grilled prawn, dipped it in the sauce, and put it in her mouth. Mmm, delicious.

Shen Jiang laughed and patted Cheng Xiaoyu's shoulder, "Why are you still so greedy!"

Cheng Xiaoyu said, "Why am I greedy? It'll burn if I grill it any longer. But you, you're still as annoying as you were in high school."

Shen Jiang laughed, "I never dreamed I'd run into you here, we're so destined!"

Cheng Xiaoyu also laughed, "I never thought so either." She put a piece of fragrant grilled beef into Shen Jiang's
bowl, "Hey, you can have this."

Shen Jiang happily ate it.

Yan Yu found this a bit odd. What was going on? How did his deskmate suddenly appear?
He couldn't say anything in front of everyone at the table, so he could only pretend not to notice them. But Shen Jiang and Cheng Xiaoyu were sitting right
across from him and Ye Lan, making it difficult for him to pretend not to see them.

Seeing Shen Jiang and Cheng Xiaoyu chatting so enthusiastically, someone at the table joked, "Look at you two,
you haven't stopped talking since you sat down. What was your relationship like in high school?"

The two, who had been laughing and joking, both showed a hint of embarrassment upon hearing this. Finally,
Cheng Xiaoyu laughed it off and said, "We were deskmates who went through thick and thin together. He copied my homework so many times back then."

Shen Jiang smiled and ruffled her hair. "Who copied your homework? You copied my test paper every time we did a mock exam."

Cheng Xiaoyu's smile was actually quite forced. Others might not be able to tell, but how could Yan Yu not? There was definitely something going on between her and
that man. Ye Lan was a perceptive girl. She noticed
the awkwardness in Shen Jiang and Cheng Xiaoyu's eyes when they looked at each other earlier, so she smiled and asked, "Assistant Cheng, do you have a boyfriend now?"

Cheng Xiaoyu was taken aback, her eyes instinctively wanting to glance at Yan Yu, but she stopped herself at the last moment. She knew that her
relationship with Yan Yu had definitely been the subject of much gossip, but it hadn't been brought into the open, as it wouldn't have a good
impact . She smiled and said, "No."

Yan Yu was secretly furious. What did this girl mean? Was she telling that dark-skinned guy next to her to hurry up and pursue her?
This was outrageous! Saying she didn't have a boyfriend to his face, as if he were dead! Actually, Yan Yu was
really wrong about Cheng Xiaoyu. Cheng Xiaoyu didn't have such complicated thoughts. She just felt that since she couldn't
say Yan Yu was her boyfriend, if she said she did, wouldn't she have to
keep ? So it was better to say she didn't.

Shen Jiang laughed, "Why don't you have a boyfriend yet? You're really not popular."

Cheng Xiaoyu retorted angrily, "If you're popular, then who is your girlfriend?"

Shen Jiang tossed his hair, "I'm focused on my career right now; women are just passing clouds."

Cheng Xiaoyu laughed, "So you're unwanted, huh? You've always been so sharp-tongued and rude . If you
don't change your temper, you'll be a bachelor for life."

The male colleague sitting next to Shen Jiang joked, "So you're both single after all this time. You get along so well and are
old classmates. " "Why don't you give it a try?"

Cheng Xiaoyu scoffed with a look of disgust. "Try it with him? Let me die."

Shen Jiang also snorted, "I'd rather die, you little elephant leg!"

The smile on Cheng Xiaoyu's lips froze. Little elephant leg, little elephant leg, little elephant leg... What does it mean to have to recall the past?
Cheng Xiaoyu slammed down her chopsticks and rolled up her sleeves, saying, "Shen Jiang, you're asking for it!"

The men present were all stunned. This Miss Cheng looked so quiet and gentle when she came in. How
could she be so fierce when she hit a man? You really can't judge a book by its cover.

Shen Jiang, covered in sweat from Cheng Xiaoyu's relentless beating, yelled, "You crazy girl, are you going to kill me?! Hey!
Can't a person even eat?"

Cheng Xiaoyu gritted her teeth and retorted, "You dead pig demon, you still want to eat? Watch how I beat you
back to your original form ."

The nickname "dead pig demon" obviously has a story behind it. High school life is
unbearably tough . It's understandable for growing children to occasionally nap at their desks. But Shen Jiang
was far too good at sleeping. He could sleep from English class to math class, not even getting up during breaks. Finally, he'd yawn,
get up from his desk, and ask Cheng Xiaoyu why the teacher on the stage had changed. Could a pig achieve that
? He was clearly a pig demon! Back then, Cheng Xiaoyu
had chased after ." Now, it seems Cheng Xiaoyu is still as sharp as ever.

Everyone found Shen Jiang's feigned pleading amusing and put down their chopsticks, watching the two of them with smiles. Only Yan Yu couldn't
stand it any longer. He stood up, took a few steps over, and picked up Cheng Xiaoyu, saying, "Are you a three-year-old? You're never going to stop making a scene."

Cheng Xiaoyu then realized everyone at the table was watching and laughing at her, and felt a little embarrassed. She chuckled and
remained silent .

Yan Yu said to a male colleague sitting to his left, "Xiao Zhang, switch seats with her. If she keeps making a scene,
we'll just have to watch her perform. Sorry for making everyone laugh; I've spoiled this girl rotten."

Cheng Xiaoyu wanted to retort, "Who's spoiled rotten?" but she couldn't argue with him in front of others, so she could only swallow her pride.
She quietly sat down to Yan Yu's left.

Shen Jiang sat opposite her, still smiling. Cheng Xiaoyu rolled her eyes at him and turned away. Daring to call her
"Little Elephant Legs," she was done with him! The nickname "Little Elephant Legs" had a story behind it. Now, Cheng Xiaoyu was stylish
and pampered, a pretty young woman. But in high school, she was a complete ugly duckling—
short hair, a bit chubby, and her weight was uneven; her upper body was normal, her waist was thin, and all her fat went to
her legs. The chubbiest girl in their class was secretly called "Elephant Legs" by the boys.
There were several other girls fatter than Cheng Xiaoyu, but she was the most disproportionately chubby, hence the nickname "Little Elephant Legs
." Those carefree boys said whatever they wanted; they had no idea how much such
behavior hurt a young girl's heart. The more hurt Cheng Xiaoyu felt inside, the more she pretended
not to care . When Shen Jiang called her "elephant legs," she would always laugh heartily, but inside she was bleeding.
Cheng Xiaoyu silently changed all her tops to baggy long styles; this incident was a major
psychological trauma of her adolescence.

Girls are naturally vain, and later, in college, Cheng Xiaoyu gritted her teeth and finally decided to lose weight. Every night she
ran laps around the track, bought massage oil and massaged her legs every day, doing side kicks, back
kicks scissor kicks, wheel kicks… Finally, Cheng Xiaoyu slowly slimmed down. Although she never
had slender, bird-like legs, at least her figure was now well-proportioned. Every time she
looked at herself in the mirror wearing tight jeans or shorts, her kind roommates would encourage her, saying, "Your legs
aren't ! You look great in these pants!" Only then did Cheng Xiaoyu slowly regain her confidence, finally
emerging from the terrible shadows of adolescence. However, this doesn't mean Shen Jiang can still call her "Little Elephant Legs"! The past can't be
brought up again, absolutely not!

Cheng Xiaoyu felt that Shen Jiang was simply her nemesis. Whenever she was with him, he always managed to find
some kind , from high school to university and now, it had been consistent. Cheng Xiaoyu channeled her grief and anger into her appetite,
drinking tea and eating large chunks of meat. She wasn't "Little Elephant Legs" anymore, not for a long time!

As Cheng Xiaoyu ate, she noticed that Yan Yu seemed to be ignoring her. Although he wouldn't act
too intimately with her in front of colleagues, he shouldn't be completely avoiding eye contact. Cheng Xiaoyu wondered what was going on. Oh dear,
Yan Yu might be angry. She had just been playfully teasing Shen Jiang in front of so many people; Yan Yu must think she
was being very unladylike. However, Cheng Xiaoyu also felt a little wronged. She and Shen Jiang had been teasing each other like this since high school; it was just
a habit, and didn't mean anything by it. Cheng Xiaoyu didn't want Yan Yu to remain sullen, so she decided to try and appease him.
She picked up a sizzling piece of pork belly from the frying pan, rolled it into a lettuce leaf, and was about to hand it to Yan Yu when, almost
instantly , Ye Lan, sitting to Yan Yu's right, placed a piece of grilled chicken breast into Yan Yu's bowl.

In a flash, the two women exchanged a glance.

Cheng Xiaoyu felt slightly embarrassed, but Ye Lan's chopsticks were already directly above
Yan Yu Cheng Xiaoyu's hand had only just reached out a little. Cheng Xiaoyu had no choice but to abruptly pull her hand back,
stuffing the lettuce-wrapped meat into her own mouth. Ye Lan gently placed the chicken breast in Yan Yu's bowl. "Mr. Yan, eat more
meat," Yan Yu thanked her, dipped the slightly charred white chicken breast in the condiments, and ate it.

After this incident, Cheng Xiaoyu couldn't help but start paying more attention to Ye Lan's behavior. She noticed that although Ye Lan was
the deputy director of the business department, her behavior at the dinner table was completely like that of a traditional woman. She noticed
whether everyone's teacup was empty, and she kept putting various foods that everyone liked on the frying pan, flipping them over and frying them until they were done
. She barely ate any herself and gave the rest to everyone. The male colleagues who received the grilled meat from her would say
thank you, Sister Ye. Even the two male colleagues who looked older than her called her Sister Ye. She would also call
the waiter over from time to time and quietly order more wine, meat, or napkins and fruit platters. In short, she could make
the men at the table drink and chat comfortably, without having to worry about anything else and without lacking anything.

Cheng Xiaoyu observed for a while and wondered if she, as a woman herself, should
learn . But she was afraid that she would not be able to imitate her properly, and besides, Ye Lan took care of the entire dinner table so perfectly that there
was no room for her to interfere. Cheng Xiaoyu had no choice but to give up and focus on eating her meat without thinking about it.

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