[Wrong Elevator, Wrong Door] (31-50) Author: No Cat Under Heaven

Author: No Cat Under Heaven
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Chapter 31 Long Time

After Yan Yu and Cheng Xiaoyu's nominal cohabitation evolved into a full-fledged cohabitation, their lives became increasingly
exciting. Yan Yu had always treated Cheng Xiaoyu well, but now he treated her even better—
the kind of kindness a man shows to his woman, spoiling her without feeling like he was losing out. Cheng Xiaoyu was always laughing and doing whatever she wanted, and
Yan Yu had no trace of his CEO authority in front of her, letting her do whatever she pleased.

Yan Yu brought home the pair of black high heels that he had always kept in the inner room of his office and gave them to Cheng Xiaoyu. Cheng Xiaoyu
, wearing high heels, twirled on the spot, lifted her skirt, and curtsied. "Handsome Prince Yan Yu, I'm
the one who danced with you that night. Do you recognize me?"

Yan Yu, resting one elbow on his hand and the other on his chin, looked at Cheng Xiaoyu seriously. "No, I don't recognize you,"

Cheng Xiaoyu said, lowering her skirt. "Are you a prince? You can't even recognize Cinderella!"

Yan Yu smiled and said, "I'm very sorry, but the lighting was too dim that night. If you could dance with me again
, perhaps I'd remember." He turned and turned on a waltz, walking up to Cheng Xiaoyu and
extending his hand.

Cheng Xiaoyu hesitantly placed her hand in Yan Yu's. Yan Yu gracefully pulled her into his arms
and began to dance.

Cheng Xiaoyu's eyes widened. "Yan Yu, you really can dance!"

"Cheng Xiaoyu, so you can't dance." Yan Yu felt like he was holding a heavy block of wood,
unwilling to budge an inch.

Cheng Xiaoyu smiled at Yan Yu, "You can do everything, you really are like a prince."

Yan Yu also smiled and whispered in her ear, "If I were a prince, you would be
the Cinderella I picked up at the bar and danced with me all night."

Cheng Xiaoyu's face turned slightly red, whether from his breath being so close or from the ambiguous
meaning in his words. She followed Yan Yu's dance steps, swaying and spinning around aimlessly, looking at him coquettishly, "Then
you still don't recognize me?"

"I said we have to dance again for you to recognize me." Yan Yu pulled Cheng Xiaoyu and spun her around, Cheng Xiaoyu
screamed , and when she spun back, Yan Yu had already picked her up and carried her upstairs.

Cheng Xiaoyu laughed and grabbed Yan Yu's collar, saying, "Hey, weren't we supposed to dance?"

"You dance so badly, let's dance on the bed instead, maybe you'll do better there."

The melodious waltz echoed repeatedly in the quiet living room in the afternoon, and Cheng Xiaoyu's soft,
silvery laughter came from upstairs from time to time. It was truly a time of long and beautiful youth.

Cheng Xiaoyu finally passed her probation period and became a full-time employee of Ruiyu. When she went to the ATM to check her balance
, she was surprised to find that four thousand yuan had been deposited into her card. Excitedly, she pulled out her card and ran to Yan Yu, who was waiting for her by the roadside
. "Yan Yu, Yan Yu, why did the company give me four thousand yuan?"

"Didn't you become a full-time employee?"

"But my salary after becoming a full-time employee was three thousand five."

Yan Yu thought for a moment and said, "When you came in, you were an administrative specialist, and now you're Xuewen's assistant, so your basic salary
must have increased."

Cheng Xiaoyu shouted "Yay!" and ran back to the ATM to withdraw the money. Yan Yu smiled and shook his head.
She was so happy about such a small amount of money. Why didn't she flatter him, his cash cow, at all?

Cheng Xiaoyu returned to her car with a smile and closed the door. Instead of flattering him, she brandished a stack of
pink bills and threatened, "Yan Yu, if you dare bully me again, I'm moving out!"

Yan Yu snorted and drove off , ignoring her.

Cheng Xiaoyu was still restless and excited, as if the money was burning her hands.
She patted Yan Yu's shoulder and said, "Sister, I have money now! It's my treat tonight."

Yan Yu and Cheng Xiaoyu sat in front of a skewers cart on the street, surrounded by students.
Some girls were eating together, and some couples were eating together.

Cheng Xiaoyu expertly picked out several skewers of fish balls and tofu from the steaming pot,
then called out loudly, "Boss, give us two servings of vegetables and two servings of glass noodles."

Yan Yu felt the stool he was sitting on was greasy. He glanced at
the people taking food out of the pot to eat, but didn't touch it himself. He turned to Cheng Xiaoyu and said, "You're treating me to dinner and this is it?"

Cheng Xiaoyu said nonchalantly, "Last time I treated you to dinner, it cost almost two hundred yuan, and you didn't seem to like it much.
How about this? At least I like it, and it's cheap." As she spoke, she handed a skewer of fish balls to Yan Yu's mouth.

Yan Yu shook his head, indicating that he didn't want to eat it. Cheng Xiaoyu frowned slightly, insisting on
stuffing the fish balls in her hand into Yan Yu's mouth. Yan Yu had no choice but to eat them, muttering between chews, "Is this even clean?"

Cheng Xiaoyu sighed, "Your Highness, wouldn't it be better if you shared some of the joy with your people?"

The two servings of vegetables and vermicelli that Cheng Xiaoyu had ordered were cooked, and the vendor used a strainer to scoop them into Cheng Xiaoyu's and Yan
Yu's bowls respectively. Cheng Xiaoyu picked up the vermicelli with her chopsticks, blew on it, and
soon remained uninterested and barely ate any; the entire string of food ended up in Cheng Xiaoyu's stomach.

After finishing their meal, the two strolled casually through the streets. Cheng Xiaoyu patted her round belly and complained, "Look at
how it is in those idol dramas! The female lead takes the rich male lead to eat at a roadside stall, and the male lead eats with great enjoyment,
then stares at the female lead, who's enjoying her food so much, lost in thought. The
female lead wipes the sauce from her mouth and says, 'Why are you looking at me like that?' Then the male lead says, 'I never knew this stuff was so delicious.'"
Cheng Xiaoyu mimicked the male and female voices, her expressions quite
lifelike. She started giggling before she even finished speaking.

Yan Yu chuckled and ruffled Cheng Xiaoyu's hair. "That kind of stuff is just for fools. I advise you to watch less of
it."

Seeing that Yan Yu hadn't eaten much, Cheng Xiaoyu bought a large sweet potato from a street vendor and
handed it to him. "Here, eat this. It's all clean inside, no problem, right
?"

But Yan Yu still shook his head. "What's a grown man eating a roasted sweet potato on the street? I won't eat it."

Cheng Xiaoyu held the warm roasted sweet potato and said, "You won't eat this, you won't eat that, you picky little brat!
Will you eat if I feed you?"

Yan Yu said, "Yes."

"Aren't you ashamed?"

"It's not shameful. It's prestigious to have a woman serve you."

"Alright, I'll serve you." Cheng Xiaoyu peeled a steaming sweet potato and handed it to Yan Yu, smiling as she
said, "Go ahead and eat."

Yan Yu opened his mouth to take a bite, but Cheng Xiaoyu slammed the whole sweet potato onto his face and then
ran away .

The steaming sweet potato fell with a thud, burning a large red mark on Yan Yu's face.
Even though Yan Yu was handsome, he looked like a fool. He looked at Cheng Xiaoyu, who had already run quite a distance away, and gritted his teeth as he shouted,
"Cheng Xiaoyu, you stop right there!"

Cheng Xiaoyu turned around and made a face. "Serves you right for being so pretentious!" she said, and then continued running.

Yan Yu wiped his face and strode after her. That damn ostrich, if he catches her, he'll
torture her a thousand times over.

The ostrich was finally caught, and Yan Yu grabbed her by the collar, intending to take her home and torture her a thousand times. Cheng Xiaoyu
held on tightly, refusing to leave. Seeing that no one was around, she offered a passionate kiss, rubbing her small breasts against Yan Yu's chest,
saying, "I know I was wrong, I'll make amends by inviting you to the arcade, okay?"

Yan Yu said, "I don't want to go to the arcade, I want to go home and eat raw ostrich meat."

Cheng Xiaoyu giggled, "It's still early, why don't we play outside for a while? Later, when we get back, I
'll clean and cook the ostrich myself and personally serve it to you, young master, is that alright?"

Since Cheng Xiaoyu wanted to go to the arcade, how could Yan Yu bear not to go with her? In the end, he went with her.

The arcade was full of teenagers. Cheng Xiaoyu lined up to buy game tokens, and Yan Yu stood in the middle of the hall
, looking around and sighing silently. If he continued to hang out with Cheng Xiaoyu like this, he would eventually become more and more childish.

Cheng Xiaoyu exchanged fifty yuan for game tokens and excitedly dragged Yan Yu off to play. However, she wasn't good
at shooting or racing games, and always died within two minutes.
Watching Yan Yu play alone was boring for her, so she dragged him off to play something else before he even died.

No matter what they played, Cheng Xiaoyu was no match for Yan Yu. Cheng Xiaoyu was puzzled; although she didn't usually
like these kinds of games, Yan Yu almost never played games on the computer, so how come he was better than her at everything now?
Cheng Xiaoyu looked around, and then her eyes lit up when she spotted two dance machines. Cheng Xiaoyu had played
"Audition Online" for a while before; surely Yan Yu couldn't beat her at this, right?

Cheng Xiaoyu dragged Yan Yu to the dance machine, set it to competition mode, and they started dancing together. Yan Yu was
indeed no match for her. After the song ended, Cheng Xiaoyu laughed wildly, hands on her hips, "Sorry, a small victory. Back
when I was making dance games, you were probably still eating bread and carrying an umbrella in England, right?"

Yan Yu said, "One more song."

Cheng Xiaoyu won again, laughing smugly. Yan Yu
frowned said, "One more song." By the fourth song, Yan Yu had won. Unlike Cheng Xiaoyu, Yan Yu wasn't frivolous;
she just glanced at her casually. Cheng Xiaoyu retorted, "Again! Again!"

Several more songs followed without Yan Yu losing. Moreover, Yan Yu's long arms and legs made her dance particularly beautiful; her eyes
fixed on the screen, every wave of her hand and step was stylish. Soon, a crowd gathered in front of the dance machine,
and several girls secretly pointed at Yan Yu and giggled. Cheng Xiaoyu glanced at the
group of girls, probably still in middle school, and felt increasingly uncomfortable watching them dance. When the song ended, she dragged Yan Yu off the dance machine.

Yan Yu brushed his hair aside; he was slightly sweaty, and one button of his shirt was undone.
Under the dim lighting of the arcade, he looked even more handsome and stylish. Cheng Xiaoyu knew the girls were still watching him.

Yan Yu said, "Why did you stop dancing? Wasn't it fun?"

Cheng Xiaoyu glared at him. "Fun what? Audition Online is for thugs, you know?
No taste !"

Chapter 32 Encounter with the Little Ostrich (H)

Most arcade machines only require one or two tokens, but when you actually play, fifty yuan worth of
tokens quickly runs out. As they walked past a claw machine, Yan Yu suddenly stopped.

Cheng Xiaoyu stopped as well. The transparent glass box was filled with all sorts of cute plush toys of various sizes.
Yan Yu pointed to one of them, an ostrich plush toy with its head sticking out, and said, "Cheng Xiaoyu, so you're here."

It was a pink ostrich with a long, thin neck and two big eyes that were wide open in a look of both fear and amusement.
It was wearing a little red suit and its fluffy pink bottom was sticking up high.

Cheng Xiaoyu chuckled and said, "Is this how you see me?"

Yan Yu said, "Give me some game tokens so I can catch you."

Cheng Xiaoyu handed Yan Yu the last two game tokens she had. Yan Yu started the claw machine and slowly moved the claw
towards the little ostrich among the plush toys. The claw quickly grabbed a tuft of orange feathers on the ostrich's head. Yan Yu manipulated the claw
to rise, but after only a few centimeters, the little ostrich fell down with a thud.

Cheng Xiaoyu sighed regretfully. Yan Yu said, "Give me two more game tokens."

"No, I've used them all up."

"Then go buy ten more."

"These plush toys are hard to grab; I've never managed to win one."

"But I can't leave you alone in this miserable place, can I, little ostrich?" Yan
Yu said to the terrified little ostrich in the glass box.

Cheng Xiaoyu smiled and went to buy more game tokens. Other people came over to play the claw machine, and Yan Yu stood beside them watching how
they played. After watching for a while, he basically figured it out: the claw must stop firmly before grabbing, and
the angle of the claw and the position where it grips the plush toy are also very important.

The two people tried several times but failed and gave up. Just then, Cheng Xiaoyu
returned with her newly acquired game tokens. Yan Yu spotted the little ostrich's location, inserted two game tokens, and manipulated
the claw move towards the little ostrich. This time, he grabbed the ostrich's rear end, which was thicker and he could grip it more firmly.

The two watched as the little ostrich slowly rose to the exit, only to fall back down with
a .

Yan Yu sighed, "The grab handles are way too loose." Although the plush toy was indeed difficult to grab,
giving up wasn't in Yan Yu's nature. He tried three more times and finally
managed to rescue the bewildered ostrich from the predicament inside the plush toy box.

Cheng Xiaoyu hugged the chubby little ostrich and laughed happily, "Yan Yu, you're amazing!"

Yan Yu was secretly pleased, but didn't show it on his face. He glanced at his watch and said, "It's past nine,
let's go home." He then put his arm around Cheng Xiaoyu and left the arcade.

Cheng Xiaoyu really liked the little ostrich, tugging at its feathers and patting its
fluffy .

While waiting at a red light, Yan Yu took out his phone, opened the camera, and pointed it at Cheng Xiaoyu, saying, "Come on, let me
take a picture of you and the little ostrich."

Cheng Xiaoyu immediately hugged the ostrich tightly and made a "V" sign.

Yan Yu said, "I hate it when people make that gesture in photos, it's so silly."

Cheng Xiaoyu's eyes widened, about to retort, when "click!" Yan Yu had already taken a picture.

In the photo, Cheng Xiaoyu's round eyes had an exceptionally vivid expression, making Yan Yu laugh.
"Why do you and the ostrich look so alike?"

Cheng Xiaoyu took the phone; indeed, her wide-eyed, almost angry expression did bear a striking resemblance to
the ostrich plushie in her arms. Cheng Xiaoyu laughed as she tried to delete the photo, but Yan Yu snatched
the phone and saved it.

Cheng Xiaoyu quickly reached out to grab it back, "No, that one looks terrible. Can you take a better picture of me?"

Yan Yu said, "This one is perfect, no need to take another one." He hid the phone on the side near the car door, and seeing that the red light
ahead was already on, he stepped on the gas and drove off.

Cheng Xiaoyu, carrying the little ostrich, returned home and was about to go upstairs to take a shower when Yan Yu grabbed her hand, preventing her from doing so.
"Cheng Xiaoyu, what did you promise me outside? You haven't forgotten, have you?"

Cheng Xiaoyu asked. "What?"

"You said you'd wash and cook the ostrich meat and personally serve it to me when we got home. Have you forgotten?"

Cheng Xiaoyu said "Oh," and replied, "No, no, I haven't forgotten. You take a shower downstairs first, and then come upstairs to find me."
Cheng Xiaoyu looked at Yan Yu with a smile in her eyes. "I guarantee you'll be satisfied." Yan Yu reached out and poked Cheng Xiaoyu

's forehead. "You said it yourself." Then she took her change of clothes
and went to the guest room to shower. After showering, Yan Yu went upstairs and opened the door to find that Cheng Xiaoyu had turned off all the lights in the room, leaving only a bedside lamp on. She was already lying on the bed, completely wrapped in the blanket from head to toe. Yan Yu walked to the bedside and said, "What are you doing? Aren't you feeling stuffy?" Cheng Xiaoyu, under the blanket, didn't answer. Yan Yu wondered if his little ostrich was already naked and waiting for him under the covers, or if she had deliberately worn some provocative lingerie to please him today? This was something that had never happened before. Thinking this, Yan Yu felt a surge of heat in his heart. He abruptly threw back the covers, only to find two pillows standing upright under them. A pink ostrich plush toy lay diagonally on one of the pillows, staring at him with a terrified expression. Its red suit jacket had been pulled off and thrown next to the pillow, revealing its fine white fur. Yan Yu froze for a few seconds, then took a deep breath. "Cheng, Xiao, Yu!" A hissing, mouse-like laugh came from the wardrobe beside the bed. Yan Yu went over and opened the wardrobe door. Cheng Xiao Yu was sitting under a pile of clothes, covering her mouth and laughing. Yan Yu said, "You're really something, Cheng Xiaoyu." "What's wrong with me? I keep my word, I'll wash it clean and make sure you're satisfied. Besides, Young Master Yan saved it from dire straits today, so it's only right that it repays me with its body." Cheng Xiaoyu said, still laughing non-stop. Her long, wet hair, freshly washed, draped over her shoulders, and two healthy blushes graced her cheeks. She sat in the wardrobe, smiling radiantly. Yan Yu couldn't help but like her, and forgot all about teasing her. He scooped her out of the wardrobe and tossed her onto the bed. Cheng Xiaoyu's small body bounced a couple of times on the large bed. She cried out and picked up the little ostrich, saying, "Little ostrich, what should I do? Look how rude your owner is." Yan Yu pressed down on Cheng Xiaoyu, tossed the ostrich doll in her arms to the side of the bed, and kissed her while taking off his own clothes. Cheng Xiaoyu had tied two bags of dried lavender flowers in the closet. No one knew how long , but now she exuded a faint lavender scent, constantly drawing him closer to kiss her. Cheng Xiaoyu just smiled, ruffling Yan Yu's hair, wrapping her legs around his waist, and kicking his back with her little feet. Yan Yu took off Cheng Xiaoyu's nightgown, kneading her soft breasts with both hands, and biting down hard on one of her delicate nipples . Cheng Xiaoyu moaned softly, offering her breasts to Yan Yu's mouth, her tender thighs gently rubbing against his hot penis through his underwear, her soft, high-pitched moans sounding almost like a kitten in heat. Yan Yu played with the wet nipple he was sucking, asking in her ear, "Is it wet?" "Yes, it's wet, good brother, mmm~" "Shall I go in?" "Then be gentle." "You spread your legs a little wider to cooperate with me, and I'll be gentler." Cheng Xiaoyu blushed, "You just love to bully me, I don't want to." Yan Yu continued to rub her breasts and chuckled softly, "My little ostrich is fearless, but in bed it twists and turns, what's the reason for that?" Cheng Xiaoyu poked the hard muscles on his chest and said, "Yan Yu, you're only happy when you corrupt me." Yan Yu didn't answer, but grabbed one of her soft little hands and brought it to her crotch, feeling for the soft, reddish spot above her vulva and rubbing it gently. After rubbing for a while, a hard, tendon-like thing protruded under the thin skin. Yan Yu looked at Cheng Xiaoyu's flushed face and asked, "Feeling it now?" Cheng Xiaoyu didn't answer, but her long eyelashes trembled incessantly, like two butterflies about to take flight. Yan Yu grasped Cheng Xiaoyu's index finger and pressed it against the quietly erect clitoris. "Now, do you feel it even more?" Cheng Xiaoyu's face flushed even more. Why did it feel so good to squeeze that soft, tiny, bean-sized thing with her finger? Her little hole was opening and closing, constantly leaking fluid, and she felt a strong urge to have it. Cheng Xiaoyu's finger involuntarily pressed against the small red bean and then tentatively flicked it back and forth. The pleasure really did come in waves with the movement of her finger, as if a thin current was constantly passing through it. Yan Yu kissed Cheng Xiaoyu's softly breathing lips. "You're getting into it, aren't you? You little vixen." He sat up with Cheng Xiaoyu , took a pillow and placed it between her waist and hips. He then picked up a small mirror from the bedside table that Cheng Xiaoyu usually used when applying skincare products and placed it between her legs. He then turned up the bedside lamp so that the light shone directly between Cheng Xiaoyu's legs.

Cheng Xiaoyu leaned against Yan Yu's smooth, firm chest, her back to him. She looked at
her beautiful, bud-like genitals reflected in the small oval mirror. Because her legs were wide open, draped over Yan Yu's thighs, her
labia were forced open, the small petals of her vulva still clinging to the entrance, trembling slightly and occasionally dripping
a sticky, sweet dew.

Chapter 33 The Little Ostrich Will Be Corrupted (H)

Cheng Xiaoyu leaned against Yan Yu's smooth, firm chest, her back to him. She looked at her beautiful, bud-like genitals reflected in the small oval mirror
. Because her legs were wide open, draped over Yan Yu's thighs, her
labia were forced open, the small petals of her vulva still clinging to the entrance, trembling slightly and occasionally dripping
a sticky, sweet dew.

A slender finger caught the drop of fluid that was about to fall, then slowly smeared the clear droplet on top of
her vulva . Although it wasn't very clear in the mirror, the hand immediately found the erect clitoris and
gently rubbed it with the ambiguous fluid. A familiar current surged through Cheng Xiaoyu's lower body in waves. Cheng Xiaoyu
let out a soft moan and turned to look at Yan Yu.

Yan Yu smiled and kissed her. "Good girl, I can't see inside. Open your vulva and let me
see ."

Yan Yu's words in her ear seemed to have a spell on them. Cheng Xiaoyu bit her lip and used her two small hands
to gently press the two delicate petals at the entrance of her vulva, then slowly pulled them apart to the left and right, like a tightly closed clam opening
its shell. The tender red flesh of her vulva was clearly displayed in the mirror under the strong light,
writhing and constantly expelling the fluid of desire. Cheng Xiaoyu whimpered and tried to let go, but Yan Yu pressed her free hand down,
preventing her from moving. "What are you afraid of, baby? It's beautiful. It must feel so empty down there now, right?"

Cheng Xiaoyu nodded. She couldn't help feeling empty; under the dual stimulation of touch and sight, she was practically
overflowing with honey-like fluid, and the sheets between her legs were already soaked through.

"One hand can just spread the petals open, and the other hand can go in and play. Don't be shy, brother will make
you feel good, very good."

So that's what her body felt like inside—sticky, slippery, and constantly wriggling and sucking. She could feel that
her fingers were different from Yan Yu's; her fingers were thinner and softer, unlike Yan Yu's nimble and skillful ones. Her fingers
moved gently and awkwardly in the passage, yet they still brought a strange pleasure. So that's how fingers could bring pleasure; not only Yan
Yu could, but her own fingers could too.

Yan Yu looked at Cheng Xiaoyu's flushed face and the soft, white
fingers . He couldn't help but breathe heavily and whisper in Cheng Xiaoyu's ear, "Does it feel good?"

Cheng Xiaoyu murmured like a kitten, but it was hard to understand what she said.

Yan Yu continued to rub the erect little red bean with one hand, while his other hand quietly grasped Cheng Xiaoyu
's hand that was thrusting in and out of his hole, and he added a finger to hers as well.

The sudden insertion of two fingers into the tight opening made Cheng Xiaoyu twist her body slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable. Yan Yu continued
to coax her in her ear, "Don't move, baby, I'll make you feel even better." His slender fingers
guided Cheng Xiaoyu to caress and tease the delicate inner walls of her tender hole, gradually finding a slightly hardened
spot.

Cheng Xiaoyu hesitated before touching that spot. Yan Yu chuckled softly in her ear, "Feeling something different?"
His fingers pressed against her sensitive skin, rubbing vigorously. Cheng Xiaoyu felt a burning heat rise to her skin after being scratched a few times by their
fingers . A desire seemed to swell beneath her skin, not
just in her mind, but also in the increasingly clear and throbbing sensation under her hands.

Cheng Xiaoyu trembled, "What is that, Yan Yu?"

"Silly girl, that's your sensitive spot. Press harder, I guarantee you'll feel even better."

Cheng Xiaoyu bent her fingers at the knuckles and pressed heavily on it. It felt incredibly good; a tingling, numbing sensation spread
through her entire orifice as if an electric current had struck. Having tasted the pleasure, Cheng Xiaoyu no longer needed Yan Yu's
instruction. She began to lightly scratch it with her fingers, her short nails tracing the semi-erect
flesh. She felt a surge of pleasure, as if she were about to fly, and even the tender flesh inside her orifice gripped her
fingers even tighter than before. Cheng Xiaoyu slumped in Yan Yu's arms, moaning seductively with her eyes closed. Seeing that she was enjoying herself, Yan Yu
stopped moving his fingers inside her, instead kissing her ear and neck, whispering sweet nothings
.

At this moment, Cheng Xiaoyu had long forgotten shame. Her legs fell off Yan Yu's, knocking over
the mirror between her legs. Her two fair, smooth legs twisted together, rubbing against each other, clamping Yan Yu's and her own fingers even
tighter inside her. Her small mouth was slightly open, and she was breathing heavily.

Suddenly, Yan Yu's large hands grabbed her two snowy breasts, kneading them without any tenderness. The sweet flesh and cherry-red
nipples erotically protruded between his long, strong fingers. When Yan Yu released his grip,
several deep red finger marks could be seen on the white jade-like skin, which were then immediately enveloped in his large hands and wantonly played with. Yan Yu's fingers, already inside
Cheng Xiaoyu's vagina, began to thrust forcefully. He spread one of her legs and quickly rubbed inside, his
long, slender fingers possessing immense strength—an effect Cheng Xiaoyu's fingers could never achieve.

Cheng Xiaoyu screamed as she felt the sudden, intense stimulation in her chest and vagina. The tender flesh inside her vagina
clenched and squeezed wildly, expressing its excitement and desire. Her mind was hazy; the only thing she remembered was
to keep scraping that hard flesh with her fingers. The more she scraped, the more it hurt, itched, it felt hot and pleasurable, her lower abdomen
tingling as if she needed to urinate. Yet Yan Yu thrust faster and harder inside her. Ah… she couldn't take it anymore! Cheng Xiaoyu
cried out tremulously, and her vaginal fluid gushed out like a tidal wave.

Yan Yu pinched her breast hard, "You little slut, you even managed to squirt while playing by yourself!" He
then suddenly turned her around, positioning them face-to-face in the large mirror on the wardrobe door. "Look at yourself
."

The woman in the mirror had skin so white and smooth it seemed boneless, her body limp against the man behind her. Her face
was flushed, her black hair disheveled, and a delicate white finger was inserted into her constantly opening and closing vulva. And indeed,
like a spring, it was gushing out a lot of clear fluid, filling the air with a sweet, cloying
scent. Why was there so much fluid inside her? Did this really mean she was promiscuous?

Yan Yu's fingers gently caressed Cheng Xiaoyu's flower-like, delicate lips. "Xiaoyu, look how beautiful you are.
Men would be willing to die for you, you know?"

Cheng Xiaoyu stared blankly at herself in the mirror. The way she lay limp on Yan Yu's body was so alluring.
She could hardly believe it was her. Even she herself felt her heart race when she saw such a woman.

"Baby, your little mouth down there has never been satisfied, so you still want it, don't you? You want
your big brother's thing to go inside you, right, hmm?" Yan Yu's hands grabbed Cheng Xiaoyu's legs and spread them wide.
"Like before, spread your hole open, spread it open so your brother can go in."

Two small, white hands timidly came to the moist, glistening entrance, grasped the two soft petals and pulled them apart
. The cherry-red flesh was exposed, glistening and tender, writhing intensely, strongly indicating how much they wanted
something big to go inside and rub against them. Looking at the seductive and lewd scene in the mirror, Cheng Xiaoyu couldn't help but breathe
rapidly .

Yan Yu grabbed her pert buttocks and lifted her up sharply, thrusting his large penis in from behind. Cheng Xiaoyu screamed
and grabbed Yan Yu's thighs as the thick, purplish-red penis shoved into her vagina. Her
vaginal opening, which had been like a slit, instantly became round, tightly gripping the thick penis, yet still drooling as
her petals trembled and twisted in response.

Instantly, Cheng Xiaoyu's entire body moved up and down at high speed, as if she were sitting on an electric motor. Her
long danced and leaped across her cheeks and shoulders as if it had a life of its own, and her dazzling white breasts
bounced like two little rabbits on her chest. The large penis beneath her was partially exposed before being quickly
swallowed Soon, the honey-like fluid, churned into white foam by the large penis, flowed out of her bright red vaginal opening, onto Yan Yu's
dark brown scrotum, and then onto the sheets. The scene was utterly lewd. The man behind her
seemed determined to push her to the brink, relentlessly thrusting into her. Cheng Xiaoyu shook her head, a mixture of pain and pleasure washing over her. Strands of
her sweaty hair, carrying the scent of shampoo and the intense aroma of lust, brushed against her face. A flash
of white light appeared before Cheng Xiaoyu's eyes; the image of a woman writhing on top of a man in the mirror was vividly imprinted on her
. Cheng Xiaoyu screamed, unable to bear any more pleasure, her body going limp as she collapsed onto the bed.

Yan Yu cursed under his breath, squatting down and pinching her buttocks as he continued his assault. "Damn it , you're having another orgasm? Are you trying
to squeeze me out, you little slut? I'll fuck you to death!"

Yan Yu slapped Cheng Xiaoyu's pink and pert buttocks hard, thrusting into her repeatedly, leaving her
delicate buttocks red and swollen. Cheng Xiaoyu's overflowing vagina was like a leaky faucet; with each thrust,
a gush of honeyed fluid sprayed out. How could Yan Yu not be delighted? He slapped her little buttocks, enjoying the painful yet pleasurable
squeezing of her vagina, while thrusting into her heavily, pulling out completely and then plunging in again. He watched as her vagina deformed, squeezing
the tender, delicate flesh he had brought out, watching the opening gradually become red, swollen, and trembling. He was mesmerized, thrusting in and out repeatedly,
unable stop, unable to get enough of it.

Unable to withstand the intense stimulation, Cheng Xiaoyu, lying on the bed, couldn't help but sob.
She felt like Yan Yu was fucking her to death, both in pain and numb, but for some reason, she felt addicted,
wanting him to keep thrusting in and out, not wanting him to stop at all. She felt it was the most wonderful feeling in the world, something
she wanted even if it meant death.

"Why are you crying?" Yan Yu asked fiercely from behind her.

"I like it, Yan Yu, don't stop. I like it so much, mmm..."

Yan Yu suddenly grabbed Cheng Xiaoyu's neck, making her kneel on the bed with her face facing him. He brushed aside her sweaty
hair, revealing her face, which was as red as if she had a fever. "What do you like? Tell me clearly."

"I like you, Yan Yu, mmm... I like it so much..." Cheng Xiaoyu's eyes were filled with intoxication, as if
colorful fireworks were blooming brilliantly deep in her pupils.

Yan Yu kissed Cheng Xiaoyu heavily, pressing her down on the bed and pounding her even more fiercely. Cheng Xiaoyu's legs were
pressed against his body and hurt, but she didn't care at this moment. She kissed Yan Yu frantically as if it were
the end of the world.

The vibrations on the spring mattress became more and more violent. The little ostrich, whose top had been ripped off, fell onto the bed and
slid further and further towards the edge of the bed with each vibration, finally falling silently to the ground. The owner, caught up in the moment, paid no attention to
the little ostrich. Staring with its innocent big eyes, the ostrich tilted its neck and poked at the ground. It seemed no one would find
it until tomorrow.

Chapter 34 Winnie the Pooh

. Two or three months passed in the blink of an eye. Yan Yu and Cheng Xiaoyu got along well and were
affectionate. Although Yan Yu was proud and aloof, and Cheng Xiaoyu was too lazy and willful, Cheng Xiaoyu always remembered that she ate and
lived with Yan Yu, and Yan Yu was genuinely good to her, so she didn't dare to throw a tantrum. Yan Yu
felt that although Cheng Xiaoyu wasn't exactly gentle and sensible, he liked her simple and easygoing personality, and her performance in bed
was very much to his liking. They had hardly ever argued, and even if they had a disagreement,
it would be resolved within a few hours. So much so that later, when they thought back to their time together, they both
agreed that those were the best times—simple, peaceful, and without anyone else but the two of them.

When Cheng Xiaoyu lived at home, she was the type who did
absolutely She had a diligent and virtuous mother who pampered her like a spoiled princess. Normally, living
at her boyfriend's house would have been perfectly natural for Cheng Xiaoyu, and she could have continued her lazy lifestyle. However, she
knew she wasn't entirely devoted to Yan Yu; she had only stopped because she happened to find a decent safe haven
. Therefore, she didn't feel entirely at ease living there for free.

Every Wednesday and Saturday afternoon, Aunt Zhang, a maid at the Yan residence, would come to Yan Yu's place to clean the rooms,
take the dry-cleaned clothes to the laundry, buy fresh ingredients from the supermarket, and then cook dinner
before leaving. Aunt Zhang had been a servant in the Yan family for many years; she was efficient and efficient. After cleaning, the floors were so shiny they could be used as
mirrors, so even if Cheng Xiaoyu wanted to display her feminine virtues, she had no opportunity.

Every time Aunt Zhang came over, she would prepare a lavish feast and lay out a large table of delicious food, which Cheng Xiaoyu found even better than what she ate at
restaurants . One Saturday afternoon, Aunt Zhang was busy in Yan Yu's kitchen when Cheng Xiaoyu sneaked in
and followed her around, asking all sorts of questions and refusing to leave.

Aunt Zhang wiped the sweat from her brow and said, "Xiaoyu, why don't you go and rest in the living room? It's awfully hot in here."
Aunt Zhang called Yan Yu "Young Master," but when she first met Cheng Xiaoyu, she called her "Miss Cheng." Cheng Xiaoyu immediately waved her hand, saying
she didn't like being called that and just wanted to be called Xiaoyu.

Cheng Xiaoyu said, "Aunt Zhang, I think your cooking is especially delicious. I'd like to learn a few dishes."

Aunt Zhang laughed, "Oh dear, all the young girls these days are so delicate and pampered. How many of them can actually cook?"

Cheng Xiaoyu said, "Isn't it because I can't cook that I need to learn? Aunt Zhang, how many cuts did you make on that fish?"

Aunt Zhang had to explain while tidying up the ingredients. Cheng Xiaoyu listened
attentively, taking notes in her notebook, determined to impress Yan Yu the next day.

That evening, Cheng Xiaoyu stopped playing games and started looking for recipes on the computer.

Yan Yu walked over, bent down, and put his arm around her shoulder, saying, "What are you doing?"

"Looking at a recipe," Cheng Xiaoyu turned her head and patted Yan Yu's arm, "I'll cook tomorrow."

Yan Yu laughed, "You can cook? I've never seen you cook in so long."

"Not cooking is just because I'm too lazy, it doesn't mean I can't. Move aside, move aside, don't bother me, let me look properly."

The next morning, after the two got up and had breakfast, Cheng Xiaoyu took a large white nylon bag and said she was going to
buy groceries. Yan Yu said he would go with her. Cheng Xiaoyu laughed, "No need, you've worked so hard all week, just
stay home and watch TV. I'll buy, cook, and wash the dishes, let you relax all day."

Yan Yu raised an eyebrow, "Cheng Xiaoyu, did you do something to betray me?"

Cheng Xiaoyu scoffed, took her large bag, closed the door, and went out.

A little over an hour later, Yan Yu heard the doorbell ring. He opened the door and saw Cheng Xiaoyu standing there, a chicken in her left hand and
a fish in her right, a white nylon bag filled with various vegetables. Despite the November weather, she
was sweating.

Yan Yu took the chicken and fish from Cheng Xiaoyu. "How can we possibly eat all this?" he asked.
Before he finished speaking, the five-pound live fish in the plastic bag suddenly jumped out, its mouth wide open,
thrashing about on the floor.

Cheng Xiaoyu quickly changed into slippers, grabbed the fish, and rushed to the bathroom. She put the fish in a large basin,
filled it with water, and the fish calmed down a bit, swaying its tail but unable to swim away.

Yan Yu leaned against the doorway, a hint of worry in his heart. "Cheng Xiaoyu, are you sure you can do it?"

Cheng Xiaoyu turned around and said, "Of course I can, don't underestimate me."

Cheng Xiaoyu took all the vegetables to the kitchen, changed into her home clothes, and was about to start cooking. She tied her long hair into
a simple bun at the back of her head, and then, as if by magic, produced a pretty pink apron with ruffles from somewhere. She tied it
around her body and circled it in front of Yan Yu. "Does it look good?"

Yan Yu said. "When did we get an apron like this? How come I didn't know?"

Cheng Xiaoyu said, "I bought it online a couple of days ago because it looked pretty. Do I look good in it?"

Cheng Xiaoyu really did look quite good in the apron. Her fair and tender skin, her loose black hair,
and her delicate sweet appearance made her look like a gentle and graceful young wife in a home furnishing advertisement.

Yan Yu smiled and said, "It looks good."

Cheng Xiaoyu crossed her arms in front of her and bent slightly, saying, "Honey, I'm going to cook."

Yan Yu was taken aback. "What did you call me?"

Cheng Xiaoyu said, "Isn't that how traditional wives in South Korean dramas always say things like, 'Mother-in-law,
I'm going to cook,' 'Honey, I'm going to cook,' 'Sister-in-law, I'm going to cook'?"

Yan Yu said, "Say it again and let me hear it."

Yan Yu looked at her with a smile in his dark eyes. Cheng Xiaoyu blushed slightly. "I won't say it anymore," she said, turning and going
into the kitchen.

Yan Yu stroked his chin, savoring the sound of "honey." It really sounded nice. He wanted her to say it like that in bed tonight;
it would sound even better then, all sweet and charming.

Yan Yu watched the game while listening to the constant clattering and banging from the kitchen, but half an hour passed and
he still hadn't heard the range hood turn on. He figured the food hadn't been cooked yet. However, his little ostrich was unusually well-behaved this time.
Even if she made a pot of porridge and burnt vegetables, he insisted on finishing it to save face.

Yan Yu was thinking to himself how bad Cheng Xiaoyu's cooking could be. Don't blame him for not trusting his
girlfriend ; Cheng Xiaoyu was usually like an idiot when it came to housework. Suddenly, he heard her
cry out "Ouch!" from the kitchen.

Yan Yu quickly got up from the sofa, went to the kitchen, and opened the door.

The big fish was still struggling on the cutting board, and next to it was a bloodstained kitchen knife
. Blood was gushing from Cheng Xiaoyu's finger.

Yan Yu was startled and quickly strode over, put his arm around Cheng Xiaoyu, and took two
tissues to wrap Cheng Xiaoyu's finger. He frowned and said, "How could you be so careless!"

The cut seemed quite deep; blood quickly seeped through the tissues. Cheng Xiaoyu pouted, and tears
streamed down her face.

Seeing this, Yan Yu quickly went upstairs to get the first-aid kit, took out a bottle
of Yunnan Baiyao, opened the tissue wrapped around Cheng Xiaoyu's finger, and sprinkled the medicine evenly on the wound little by little.

Cheng Xiaoyu hissed and said it hurt, trying to pull her finger away, but Yan Yu grabbed her wrist and wouldn't let her move. "Bear with it,
it'll be fine once the blood clots."

After a while, the medicine on the wound didn't hurt so much, and the wound stopped bleeding, but it looked quite scary with
all . Yan Yu carefully wiped the blood around the wound with a damp tissue, and then took a
band-aid and wrapped the wound up.

Cheng Xiaoyu looked at the brownish-yellow bandage on her finger, feeling annoyed by the pain. She scrunched up her face and said, "
It's so ugly! I don't want this!"

Yan Yu asked, "What's ugly?"

"The bandage is ugly. I want a Winnie the Pooh one."

"Do you have Winnie the Pooh bandages?"

"Of course." Cheng Xiaoyu wiped away her tears and said, "It's so annoying. I don't like this at all. I'd rather
not have one."

"I'll go buy you one now." Yan Yu grabbed his car keys, put on a coat, and went out.

Cheng Xiaoyu sat alone on the sofa for a while, and the pain gradually subsided. She felt
a pang of regret. Bandages are for stopping bleeding, not for displaying something pretty. Desiring
a Winnie the Pooh one seemed a bit unreasonable.

The pharmacy at the entrance of the neighborhood didn't have the kind of bandage Cheng Xiaoyu wanted, so Yan Yu drove to two more pharmacies.

One clerk, hearing Yan Yu say she wanted a Winnie the Pooh bandage, thought for a moment and said, "You mean the 'Di' Band-Aid?"
"The 'Sini series,' right?" The clerk said, pulling out two bags of brightly colored bandages. "Here, this is it."

Yan Yu took the bags and looked at them. They said "Band-Aid Cartoon Waterproof Bandages." Yan Yu asked, "Are there Winnie the Pooh bandages
in here ?"

The clerk said, "Not necessarily. There are four bandages in this bag, and each one has a different picture. It could be
Mickey Mouse or Winnie the Pooh."

Yan Yu thought for a moment, bought ten bags of bandages, and quickly drove home.

When Yan Yu got home, Cheng Xiaoyu was sitting on the sofa with a scrunched-up face, watching the game he had just watched.
The tear stains on her face had dried, but she hadn't bothered to wash them.

Cheng Xiaoyu stood up when she saw Yan Yu come home. Yan Yu, while changing his shoes, took out a bag of bandages and said,
"You want these, right?"

Cheng Xiaoyu nodded.

Yan Yu placed all ten bags of band-aids on the sofa. "The clerk said they might contain Winnie the Pooh or other
cartoon characters. Let me see." She opened one bag, which featured a Donald Duck with his arms outstretched. Cheng Xiaoyu was about
to say Donald Duck was fine, but Yan Yu had already opened the second one, which showed Mickey Mouse hugging Minnie Mouse. Yan Yu
snorted, "Luckily I bought a lot; the characters are really diverse." The third bag contained Winnie the Pooh, with
Winnie the Pooh resting his chin on his hands and a goofy smile. Yan Yu smiled, "This is it." She lifted
Cheng Xiaoyu's hand, peeled off the original band-aid, and carefully
smoothed and .

Cheng Xiaoyu looked down at Winnie the Pooh's smiling face without saying a word. When she was seven or eight years old, her parents weren't looking,
and she took a gleaming fruit knife to peel an apple, accidentally cutting her finger quite deeply.
Her mother cleaned her wound and put on a band-aid, but she kept crying. Her father felt sorry for her and went out to buy a bag of
cartoon-themed band-aids. When the pretty yellow Winnie the Pooh was put on her finger, Cheng Xiaoyu finally
stopped crying and smiled. She loved Winnie the Pooh who loved honey the most, and it looked so pretty on her hand. Later, it became a habit;
Cheng Xiaoyu's family always kept a bag of cartoon band-aids. They were Cheng Xiaoyu's special ones, and she had only used this
kind since she was a child.

Yan Yu saw her looking at her finger with the Winnie the Pooh band-aid on it, hooked her nose and said, "Stop crying?
You're like a little kid, needing this stuff."

Cheng Xiaoyu suddenly hugged Yan Yu's neck and kissed him on the cheek, then whispered, "Thank you,
Yan Yu." Her father would go out to buy her pretty band-aids when she cried because he was her father,
but Yan Yu would also run out to buy Winnie the Pooh band-aids when she cried because he really cared about her.

Chapter 35 The Winner

Takes All The big fish that caused Cheng Xiaoyu to cut her hand suffocated to death on the cutting board because it had been neglected for a long time. Cheng Xiaoyu
leaned against the cupboard and read from a printed sheet of paper in her hand, "Remove the scales and internal organs of the grass carp, clean it thoroughly,
make several cuts on both sides of the fish, and marinate it in cooking wine for 20 minutes." This was a recipe that Cheng Xiaoyu had specially printed out last night.
Now that she had injured her hand, she could only act as the strategist, and the important task of cutting the fish was handed over to Yan Yu.

Yan Yu, wearing an apron, used a sharp kitchen knife to cut open the fish's belly, and then turned the fish over in confusion, "Is this
a grass carp?"

Cheng Xiaoyu had really forgotten to ask what kind of fish it was when she bought it; she just bought it because it looked plump.
She paused for a moment, then said, "If it's not grass carp, then what kind of fish is it?"

Yan Yu, "..."

Cheng Xiaoyu said, "So you're not much better than me. Didn't you study in England? How come you
can't cook?"

"I don't need to cook," Yan Yu said, clumsily scraping the fish scales with a knife.
The eldest son was going to study in England; he didn't need to cook like an ordinary poor student. Yan's mother was worried that Yan Yu wouldn't be used to foreign
food, so she specifically sent one of the family's cooks with him, partly to monitor his daily life. After all, he was at the prime of his life, and Yan's mother was somewhat worried about
him going to that evil capitalist country alone . Cheng Xiaoyu said, "Hey, scrape it cleaner. Scrape that part again, yes..." Yan Yu was annoyed by Cheng Xiaoyu's incoherent instructions. "Just watch quietly from the side, I know what to do." Cheng Xiaoyu, who had lost the ability to do anything and was now even deprived of the right to speak, said sullenly, "International students all cook for themselves and go out to work. How come you can't even scrape fish scales? I really don't know what you were doing in college?" "Studying, traveling, dating," Yan Yu answered briefly, then carefully brushed a layer of cooking wine onto the fish with a small brush. Cheng Xiaoyu snorted, "How leisurely. How many relationships did you have in college?" "Tell me how many boyfriends you had in college, and I'll tell you." Cheng Xiaoyu was taken aback. "Never mind if you don't want to tell me." Yan Yu glanced at Cheng Xiaoyu, continued to fiddle with the fish in his hands, and didn't say anything. Soon they moved on to the most important part of making sweet and sour fish—frying the fish. Cheng Xiaoyu, watching the boiling oil sizzle, said, "The oil's hot! Yan Yu, quickly put the fish in." Yan Yu was actually a little scared of the steaming hot oil, but he couldn't show it . So he slowly carried the plate closer to the oil, then carefully placed the fish in with a spatula. The moment the wet fish tail touched the boiling oil, it made a sizzling sound. Yan Yu panicked, and the whole fish fell into the oil with a splash. Oil reacts violently with water, and throwing in such a large fish caused the boiling oil to splatter high into the air. If Yan Yu hadn't reacted quickly, his hand would have been splattered with oil. Both of them pressed themselves against the cupboard, staring intently at the pot that was still splattering oil. After a full minute, Cheng Xiaoyu, trembling, unfolded the recipe she had nearly crumpled and said, "You have to flip it, keep turning the fish in the oil , and pour hot oil into the cuts on the fish. That's how you fry it faster." Cheng Xiaoyu swallowed hard after speaking; getting close to such a raging pot of oil and having to do so much was terrifying. Yan Yu gripped the spatula tightly, took a deep breath, and fearlessly approached the pot. Cheng Xiaoyu quick-witted, grabbed a pot lid and handed it to Yan Yu. "Use this to block it." Yan Yu placed the round spatula against the middle of the handle, successfully separating the pot from his hand. This was indeed much safer, but the downside was that he couldn't see what was happening inside the pot. Cheng Xiaoyu quickly changed position, standing to the side of Yan Yu and the pot, and remotely commanded, "Move the spatula forward a little more!"

" Put a little more oil in, you can flip it over now, flip it over! ...No, you didn't pour the oil on the fish, move it a little further
, right here, that's it."

Yan Yu shakily poured a shovelful of hot oil onto the fish, then looked at Cheng Xiaoyu and said, "Did you get it on?"
His face was covered in sweat, and he held the pot lid like a shield, anxiously
waiting for 's affirmative answer.

Cheng Xiaoyu had never seen Yan Yu like this before. The Yan Yu she knew was always capable and at ease, but she never expected
him to be so helpless. Cheng Xiaoyu laughed; Yan Yu, sweating profusely, was quite amusing.

Yan Yu said anxiously, "What are you laughing at! Is this bastard fish even cooked through?"

It was already past one in the afternoon when the five dishes and soup were placed on the table. Yan Yu

took off his apron, rested his hand on the edge of the table, looked at them, and sighed deeply. Every grain of rice on the plate
is the result of hard work !

Cheng Xiaoyu set the table and then reached out to wipe the sweat from Yan Yu's forehead. She picked up her chopsticks,
looked , and then picked up a piece of sweet and sour fish dipped in tomato sauce and fed it

to Yan Yu. "Is it good?" Because they had been cooking so slowly, the sweet and sour fish that had been served earlier was already cold, so how could it possibly be delicious
? But at this moment, Yan Yu couldn't possibly give an objective and fair evaluation. He looked at this sweet
and sour fish, which embodied his endless efforts, like he was looking at his own child. How could anyone think his child wasn't good? Yan Yu
nodded and said, "It's delicious."

Cheng Xiaoyu also picked up a piece and ate it herself. After finishing, she looked at Yan Yu and smiled.

Yan Yu said, "What are you laughing at?"

Cheng Xiaoyu shook her head and said, "Nothing, I also think it's delicious." How could she dare to think it wasn't delicious? This
was Young Master Yan's first attempt at cooking!

Cheng Xiaoyu felt that her first cooking attempt was very unsuccessful, so after her hand wound healed,
she went back into the kitchen to redeem herself. Yan Yu absolutely refused to let her use the knife. Their compromise was that Yan Yu
chopped the vegetables while Cheng Xiaoyu cooked. But Cheng Xiaoyu would panic at the sound of the pan sizzling. She couldn't find
the rice vinegar, and accidentally poured in half a bottle of soy sauce. The first dish was a failure, and Yan Yu
wouldn't let her cook the second. This went on day by day, until Cheng Xiaoyu was responsible for finding recipes, washing vegetables,
peeling scallions, ginger, and garlic, while Yan Yu firmly held onto the title of head chef.

Yan Yu was naturally clever, and after a few tries, she gradually mastered the art. She was no longer afraid of oil or fire; she shredded potatoes
as finely as if they were from a food processor, and her spatula danced like a ball, occasionally making a loud sizzling
sound as she tossed the wok high into the air, sending the ingredients swirling in slow motion before settling back
down.

Cheng Xiaoyu thought to herself, "What's with the show-off? Why don't you grow a big belly, wear a white hat, and
make a cameo appearance on 'Everyday Cooking'?"

"Soy sauce," Yan Yu said without looking at her.

Cheng Xiaoyu quickly stopped her thoughts and respectfully handed over a bottle of soy sauce.

The bottle was swept across the wok, and Yan Yu added, "Salt."

Cheng Xiaoyu put down the soy sauce bottle and handed over the salt shaker. A flash of white light appeared on the wok, and Yan Yu tossed it
a couple of times, smelled the air, and then ordered, "Plate."

Cheng Xiaoyu handed over a clean white plate, and Yan Yu plated the fragrant spicy stir-fried chicken and handed it to her
. Cheng Xiaoyu carried the plate to the table. As she looked at the glistening, red, oily chicken, she silently wept
inside . She had the potential to be a woman who could win a man's heart through his stomach, but it was all Yan Yu's fault for making her
do chores every day; her talent had been stifled in its bud. Now she was a woman whose heart was won over by a man's stomach. If
she didn't eat Yan Yu's cooking for a few days, she would crave it.

Since Yan Yu developed a passion for cooking, the two of them often went to the market together after work,
then returned to their little home to cook, eat, and wash the dishes together. After dinner, Cheng Xiaoyu would put their clothes
in the washing machine, while Yan Yu would mop the floor. Cheng Xiaoyu was quite pleased with this, as Yan Yu had received a Western
education and didn't believe that housework was solely a woman's responsibility. After the clothes were washed, Yan Yu would help Cheng Xiaoyu
take them out of the washing machine, shake them out, and hand them to her. Cheng Xiaoyu would
hang their clothes one by one on the balcony, watching the clothes, still smelling of laundry detergent, sway gently in the night breeze under the starry sky,
sometimes feeling a sense of happiness. Once the clothes were dry, Cheng Xiaoyu would bring them back and hang them up neatly.
The left drawer under the wardrobe contained Cheng Xiaoyu's underwear, and the right drawer contained Yan Yu's underwear. Inside the wardrobe,
Cheng Xiaoyu and Yan Yu's clothes on the right. The wardrobes, each occupied by one of them, looked perfectly natural, as if their
clothes had been hanging there for a long time, even though Cheng Xiaoyu had only moved in five months ago.

They made love almost every night, and afterwards Yan Yu would hold Cheng Xiaoyu and fall asleep contentedly. Because
she was very tired, Cheng Xiaoyu would also fall asleep quickly and drowsily. She felt this was good;
when she was alone in bed, she would always involuntarily think of many things she didn't want to think about, and she would
habitually . Now, sleeping in Yan Yu's arms, she wouldn't have insomnia anymore.

Chapter 36 Everyone Has Secrets

Yan Yu found Cheng Xiaoyu strange. Although she seemed similar to the recent college graduates in the company,
many details were suspicious after they spent so much time together. For example, Cheng Xiaoyu only had a few summer clothes, and
now that the weather was cold, all her seasonal clothes were newly bought. Even if she couldn't bring
many , her family should have sent her winter clothes. She doesn't use
any of the things young people use these days , like Renren, Qzone, or Weibo. Even her QQ level is only one moon
and two stars. Although Yan Yu had lived abroad for a few years, he knew that young people in their twenties these days
had been using QQ since at least middle school, and their QQ levels were usually one or two suns. One moon meant
it was a new number. Even if she had lost her old number, her QQ account wasn't like most young people's
, with classmate groups from middle school to university. Cheng Xiaoyu's QQ account wasn't in any groups, and she only had four friends
, one of whom was him. She changed her QQ nickname every month, from March, April, and May
to August now. When Yan Yu asked her what it meant, she always laughed it off
and never explained.

Cheng Xiaoyu didn't have a cell phone before, but after Yan Yu gave her one, she often played with it, but she...
Her phone almost never rang. She never called or texted her old classmates or friends, and she didn't even
contact her parents. Simply put, Cheng Xiaoyu was like someone without a past. She came to Rongcheng alone and
severed all ties with her past life.

Cheng Xiaoyu also loved playing games. Yan Yu had never seen many girls love playing games as much as she did, and her
gaming habits were also strange.

She often played an online game called "Fantasy Immortal." The game's art was excellent; many scenes were as beautiful as
paintings, often featuring distant mountains, flowing streams, and elegant music accompanied by the sounds of cranes and orioles. Even
a glance from Yan Yu felt it was very evocative. In this game, after reaching level 30, characters could choose to become demons or cultivate immortality
. Cheng Xiaoyu chose to cultivate immortality. After becoming an immortal, one could fly. Cheng Xiaoyu's female sorceress, dressed in flowing white robes, rode a sword through the sky
, looking incredibly beautiful. The monsters in the sky were all enormous, colorful birds, and their levels were all very high.
However, Cheng Xiaoyu stopped leveling up after reaching level 30, spending her days just wandering around in the sky. She was frequently killed by a
large bird wing, but she didn't mind; she would resurrect and continue wandering around in the sky.

There was a city in the sky called Phoenix City. Everything in the city, including the streets, shimmered with golden light. It
was considered the largest supply city for health supplements and equipment in the celestial realm, so there were many players bustling about. Sometimes, Cheng Xiaoyu
would sit blankly in the square of Phoenix City for a long time.

Yan Yu had added a swivel chair to the study and placed their two computers
side by side on the desk, so they sat next to each other when they played computer games. One night, Yan Yu watched Cheng Xiaoyu
sit in the square of Phoenix City for two hours without moving an inch, except when she played Mayday
songs and stared blankly at the screen. It was almost ten o'clock at night when she finally shut down her computer in a daze,
leaving the study without even saying goodbye to Yan Yu.

In the game, Cheng Xiaoyu also loved going to a place called Tianzhiya (End of the Sky), where an extremely tall ancient tree grew.
Climbing it was a perilous journey, and a fall could be fatal.
Undeterred by the danger frequently climbed to the top. The treetop was shrouded in mist, with a sky ablaze with colorful clouds—truly a fairyland
. A few couples stood scattered on the swaying branches; it was rare to see
someone spending half an hour climbing to the top alone.

Cheng Xiaoyu's white-clad sorceress was named "A Cat." Bathed in the pale golden light of the sunset, she stood alone
on a tree branch, looking both beautiful and lonely. Yan Yu turned to look at Cheng Xiaoyu's screen and asked, "Why are you always
standing here alone?"

"It's pretty here. I was wondering if such a place really exists in the world."

"Is this a place for couples? Everyone comes in pairs,"

Cheng Xiaoyu laughed. "Can't I come by myself? Then I'll find a husband in the game."

Yan Yu snorted and glanced at the screen, noticing that not everyone was a couple. On a distant
branch sat a man in blue robes carrying a long sword. His name was "Netherworld Saint," and his title read
"Husband of the Beautiful Rabbit." Yan Yu found the name of this person quite interesting, so he pointed at the
person on the screen and said, "There's a single guy over there, why don't you go and flirt with him? Tsk, 'Husband of the Beautiful Girl Rabbit,'
looks like he likes beautiful girls, probably not interested in you."

The person on the screen that Yan Yu was holding under his finger suddenly stood up as if by telepathy. Yan Yu
raised his hand and said, "Is he leaving?"

"The Netherworld Saint" turned around on the branch, his face facing the white-clad female sorcerer
"A Cat" three branches away. Cheng Xiaoyu hurriedly turned around and ran down the branch. She was going down the tree too fast and accidentally fell
down, instantly perishing. A white mist rose on the screen, and when the mist dissipated, "A Cat" was already in
the dark hell.

Yan Yu laughed and said, "Look at you, so pathetic."

Cheng Xiaoyu frowned and pinched Yan Yu's arm, "You're so annoying!" Then she sullenly turned off the computer and went to
take a shower .

As the days went by, Yan Yu, seeing that Cheng Xiaoyu still showed no intention of revealing her past, finally couldn't
hold back and asked her which university she graduated from. Cheng Xiaoyu gave the name of a university, but Yan Yu said he didn't remember it.

Cheng Xiaoyu said, "It wasn't a top university, what would a returnee like you remember? But our university was
very good, with a beautiful environment and lots of pretty girls."

Yan Yu asked again, "Which city was it in?"

"Qingcheng."

Actually, Yan Yu had checked Cheng Xiaoyu's personnel file before, and he already knew this information; he
was just testing her today. He said, "Since your university was so good, why do you never mention it or contact your
classmates ?"

Cheng Xiaoyu continued playing a single-player game on her laptop, not turning her head, and said, "I'm naturally introverted and don't like
contacting people."

Yan Yu said, "You're not naturally introverted."

Cheng Xiaoyu paused the game and turned to look at Yan Yu, who also looked at her; neither of them spoke. After a while,
Cheng Xiaoyu turned back to her game. She adjusted the position of her Angry Birds and launched it. "Yan Yu,
what exactly do you want to ask?"

"I want to ask about your past. You've never told me about your past,"

Cheng Xiaoyu said while playing the game. "Don't be scared when I tell you. I'm a murderer. I fled
to this city from another province. Of course, I don't dare contact my old friends."

Yan Yu grabbed Cheng Xiaoyu's mouse, paused the game, grabbed her chair, turned it around to face him, and
put his hands on the armrests, looking at Cheng Xiaoyu. "Tell me the truth."

Cheng Xiaoyu chuckled and patted Yan Yu's forehead. "I'm telling you the truth. Are you scared? Be careful, or I
might kill you one day."

Yan Yu was a little angry, a hidden anger flashing in his dark eyes. "Cheng Xiaoyu, I'm
serious about being with you. What are you doing?"

Hearing Yan Yu say this, Cheng Xiaoyu lowered her eyes and sighed. After thinking for a moment, she whispered, "I used to
have a boyfriend, and we were together for two or three years. We've known each other since we were little, and our families are very close. So after
we broke up , everyone in the neighborhood knew. I couldn't
stand it anymore, so I came to Rongcheng to work alone. I don't want to continue being entangled with him, so I haven't contacted any of my old friends. My parents don't approve of our breakup, so I'm not
contacting them either. I'll wait a year or two until things have calmed down before talking about it again."

Yan Yu asked, "Why did you break up with him?"

"Incompatible personalities."

"Don't give me that high-sounding excuse. What is it?"

Cheng Xiaoyu said impatiently. "Yan Yu, everyone has things they don't want to talk about. Why do you have
to ask everything? Do you want to know how we first slept together?"

Yan Yu was genuinely angry at this point. Actually, he didn't
really care about the previous sexual experiences of the women he had sex with. Sex was supposed to be enjoyable. Men and women might
sleep together even if they had feelings for each other. The past was the past, and as long as the two of them were happy now, that was enough. But deep down, he did care about Cheng Xiaoyu
because he genuinely liked this woman. The thought of her body being shared by another man
always made him a little uncomfortable.

Yan Yu coldly stared at Cheng Xiaoyu and said, "Are you bragging to me about your ex-boyfriend? Look at
how naive you are in bed; I bet that man was a loser too."

Cheng Xiaoyu, her face slightly flushed with anger, stood up and said, "He's always been good to me. He's never done anything like that to me
!"

Yan Yu grabbed Cheng Xiaoyu's arm and said, "How good was he to you? If he was good to you, why did you sleep with me?!"

Cheng Xiaoyu glared at Yan Yu, her face flushing red and then pale, before finally biting her lip and saying, "Yan Yu, I
never imagined you were this kind of man. If you're so bothered by this, you shouldn't have bothered me in the first place!" After saying
this, she pried Yan Yu's fingers off and tried to leave, but Yan Yu wouldn't let her go, holding her arm tightly.

Cheng Xiaoyu suddenly stomped hard on Yan Yu's slippered foot. Yan Yu cried out in pain, and
Cheng Xiaoyu pushed him away, turned around, and left. She went back to her bedroom, grabbed her pillow and blanket, and ran downstairs in her slippers
. She went downstairs to the guest room, threw the pillow and blanket onto the bed, and slammed the door shut.

Chapter 37: The Conflict Erupts.

This was the first serious argument Yan Yu and Cheng Xiaoyu had had since they got together. The next morning, Yan Yu went downstairs and sat in his
car waiting for Cheng Xiaoyu to go to work together. A few minutes later, Cheng Xiaoyu came out, wearing a blue-gray trench coat, light-colored jeans
, and black high-heeled shoes, and stomped past him, ignoring him completely.

Yan Yu was naturally annoyed by her behavior, but he had no way to vent his anger, so he could only drive to the company in a sullen mood.
When he passed the entrance of the residential area, he saw Cheng Xiaoyu squeezed into a crowd waiting for the bus. She held a cup of soy milk in both hands, taking sips from the straw from time to time , and kept looking around to see if the bus she needed to take had arrived. She didn't even notice
Yan Yu's car passing by her . Song Xuewen was puzzled as to why Yan Yu and Cheng Xiaoyu hadn't come to work together, but of course he wasn't stupid enough to ask. Yan Yu's face looked a little sour today, but Song Xuewen buried himself in his work and didn't mention it. At lunchtime, Cheng Xiaoyu stood up first and said, "Brother Song, I won't be having lunch with you guys today." She then grabbed her bag and left . Yan Yu, naturally, heard this from inside the room. He slammed his pen on the table. "That brat! Now that she has money, she thinks she's something special. " That evening, when they got home, Cheng Xiaoyu took her notebook from the study to her room downstairs to play with it, and Yan Yu ignored her. Firstly, he didn't think he had done anything wrong. Cheng Xiaoyu was his girlfriend now. Was asking her why she broke up with her ex -boyfriend such a bad question? If she were honest, she would tell him the truth. He wasn't that petty. But her reaction, as if her still couldn't let go of the past. How could he not be angry? And she even dared to bring up sleeping together! Men are proud and don't tolerate being challenged in these matters. She still couldn't forget her ex-boyfriend, and she thought she had the right?! Secondly, Yan Yu felt that if he immediately tried to appease Cheng Xiaoyu after their first argument, she would become even more arrogant start giving him the cold shoulder at the drop of a hat. In fact, from any perspective, Cheng Xiaoyu was already marrying above her station, yet she acted so haughty, showing absolutely no regard for him. The next day was Saturday. Normally, the two of them would stay up a little late in bed on Friday nights, and then have sex again on Saturday mornings, before either going shopping or cooking and watching a movie at home. But this Saturday morning, Yan Yu woke up alone in the big bed, smelling the faint lingering fragrance, feeling quite depressed for a while before lazily sitting up. Yan Yu decided to see how Cheng Xiaoyu behaved today. If she didn't behave too badly, he would give her a way out and take the initiative to talk to her. As soon as Yan Yu came downstairs, she saw Cheng Xiaoyu standing at the door, all dressed up, carrying a small handbag and putting on her boots. Yan Yu was taken aback . "Where are you going?" Cheng Xiaoyu glanced at Yan Yu, slammed the door shut, and left. Yan Yu sighed angrily on the stairs, hands on her hips. What kind of attitude was that? What kind of temper was that? She'd really gone too far ! Yan Yu was too lazy to cook, so she simply ate the last two boxes of ice cream in the refrigerator. Yan Yu's house had underfloor heating, so it was very warm in winter. Even though it was November, eating two boxes of ice cream was no problem at all. Yan Yu sat on the sofa, watching the game and eating ice cream, happily imagining how upset Cheng Xiaoyu would be when she came back and found her favorite ice cream all gone. Cheng Xiaoyu didn't return home until after 7 p.m., carrying two shopping bags, apparently she had gone shopping . Yan Yu sat on the sofa, pretending to read a financial magazine. "You brat," he thought, "if you pounced on me now and said, 'Honey, I'm sorry, this dress is for you,' I'd forgive you. Otherwise, don't even think about talking to me. Let's see who can outlast whom." Of course, Cheng Xiaoyu wouldn't say that. She acted as if she didn't even see Yan Yu, changed her shoes, and put the two shopping bags in her room. When Cheng Xiaoyu noticed there was no ice cream in the refrigerator, she glanced at Yan Yu sitting on the sofa. Yan Yu continued to pretend to read the financial magazine. Cheng Xiaoyu snorted, "Childish!" and slammed the refrigerator door shut before leaving. The next morning, after Cheng Xiaoyu got up, she sat at the dining table, gulping down her yogurt, when Yan Yu came downstairs looking impatient, and said, "Hurry up and change your clothes, let's go to my place." Yan Yu used to go home almost every Sunday, but after getting together with Cheng Xiaoyu, he cherished the precious weekends they could spend alone together, and Cheng Xiaoyu didn't seem to like going to his house much, so it became that Yan Yu only took Cheng Xiaoyu home once every two or three weeks. Occasionally, he would go to Yan's house alone for dinner on weekday evenings. For the past two weeks, Yan Yu hadn't taken Cheng Xiaoyu home for the weekend, but this week he definitely had to go.

Cheng Xiaoyu swallowed the yogurt in her mouth and said coldly, "I'm not going." " You

haven't been back for two weeks." "Then go back." "If you don't come back with me, what will my parents think?" "Think what they want." Cheng Xiaoyu picked up the yogurt and went back to her room. Yan Yu stood by the dining table without moving; he was genuinely angry. He thought that even if he and Cheng Xiaoyu argued, it was just an internal conflict between the two of them. He had always hoped that Cheng Xiaoyu and his family could have a good impression of each other. He thought Cheng Xiaoyu felt the same way he did, but who knew she didn't care what his parents thought at all. Yan Yu slammed the door shut as he left. Cheng Xiaoyu, sitting in the room with her half-finished yogurt in her hand, suddenly lost her appetite. She sighed and put the yogurt container on the table. Cheng Xiaoyu felt that Yan Yu was really going too far, actually saying those kinds of things to her. What kind of woman ? And the implication in his words was that he looked down on her for not being a virgin. Cheng Xiaoyu felt wronged thinking about this. She had never asked Yan Yu how many women he had been with before, but she knew it was impossible for him to have only had one . So she simply didn't ask, to avoid feeling awkward. She didn't mind his past, so why should he mind hers? Were men and women really that different? He didn't know the truth yet; if he found out one day, who knew how much he would despise her? Thinking of this, Cheng Xiaoyu quickly shook her head, trying to shake off this terrible thought. How could she let him know? If that day ever came, she would rather break up with him than let him know. Although Yan Yu was unhappy, he couldn't show it when they arrived at the Yan family residence. While parking, he thought about telling his parents that Cheng Xiaoyu had a cold and was resting at home. However, his mother was a clever woman, and she knew her son best; Yan Yu wasn't sure if he could fool her. Unexpectedly, Yan Yu had completely overthought things. No one at the Yan family residence had time to ask about Cheng Xiaoyu today. As soon as Yan Yu pushed open the door, she saw her usually stoic father slap Yan Yan across the face in a fit of rage. "If you want to be with that bastard from the Qi family, get out of here! I'm severing ties with you, I'll pretend I never had a daughter like you!" Yan's mother rushed over to help her daughter, who was slumped on the sofa, up. "Yan Yan, go back to your room." Yan Yan pulled away from her mother's hand, covering her face, and said, "Fine, I'll get out! You've never treated me like a daughter. All you care about is business, all you care about is Yan Yu. I'm just a daughter you've used. Qi Lang and I were so close back then, and you insisted on tearing us apart. And that scumbag surnamed Li, wasn't he the one you made me marry? And what happened?! Good character, good family background, business dealings—I spit on him!" Yan's father's eyes widened in anger, speechless for a moment. Mrs. Yan quickly pushed Yan Yan into the house, saying, "Don't make your father angry." Seeing the commotion, Yan Yu knew his father knew about Yan Yan and Qi Lang's affair. He went over to say something, but Yan Yan pushed his mother's hand away, pointing at Yan Yu and saying, "You didn't even like his girlfriend, so why didn't you care? Why are you treating me like this?" Mrs. Yan said, "You child, at least Cheng Xiaoyu is a girl with a clean background. None of the Qi family members are good people ; you just want to upset your father." Yan Yan was genuinely angry. She looked at her father and said, "It's always been like this. You sent Yan Yu to study , but when I went to university, you absolutely refused to let me go. Your darling..." "My son is destined to bring honor to the family, but my daughter is just a money-losing burden, going to marry someone else sooner or later. She's been married off and then thrown back here! You probably wish I were dead! I know all you want is to hand over your precious company to Yan Yu. All my efforts to manage the company for you are wasted. Please, look carefully! Yan Yu's entire focus is on that internet company. He doesn't care about your department stores or logistics. Your company will be sold off sooner or later!" Mr. Yan gasped. "Get out! Get out! You're just going to die following that Qi brat!" Yan Yan said, "I've had enough of this family. You can beg me, but I won't come back!" He strode into the house, grabbed Yuan Yuan, and pulled her outside. Yuan Yuan was terrified by the scene, tears welling in her eyes. Yan Yan walked quickly, and she stumbled along with her mother. Seeing her granddaughter's distress, Mrs. Yan quickly said, "You scared Yuanyuan." Yan Yu also stepped forward to stop Yan Yan, "Sister, don't go yet." Yan Yan pushed him away, glared at him irritably, and finally took Yuanyuan out the door. Yan Yu knew his sister's temper and knew that there was no point in persuading her now, so he could only let her go. No one in the family had any appetite for lunch. Mr. Yan sighed and went back to his study to be alone. Sitting on the living room sofa, wiping away tears, Yan's mother said to Yan Yu, "It wasn't your father's idea to prevent her from studying abroad back then; it was mine . I know that Yan's son has also gone abroad. If Yan Yan goes too, it's so far out in the mountains, and what if those two get back in touch? I'm worried about her. I didn't see her doing anything when I told her not to go, but who would have thought she'd hold a grudge until now? Your father wants you to inherit the company, what's wrong with that? Yan Yan is a girl after all, and she'll get married someday. Does he want her to toil away at the company her whole life? Women shouldn't live like that. And this child is over thirty and still doesn't understand. What kind of parents treat their children badly? I'm so heartbroken..." Seeing his mother so upset, Yan Yu had no choice but to stay and comfort her. He managed to persuade his parents to eat something for dinner before driving back home. Chapter 38: New Tenant Cheng Xiaoyu spent the day at home, playing games listlessly. Yesterday, she went shopping alone. Tired from shopping, she bought a milk tea and sat in a small shop, watching the bustling crowds on the street. Suddenly, she missed Yan Yu terribly. They'd only been together for a few months; could she really not live without him? When Cheng Xiaoyu first moved in with Yan Yu , she hadn't thought about the future at all. Now that she was, the thought only added to her frustration. It was past 7 PM when Yan Yu finally came back and knocked on the door. Cheng Xiaoyu thought, "You have a key, why are you knocking?" So she remained seated at her computer. But Yan Yu kept knocking. Finally, Cheng Xiaoyu had no choice but to come out of her room. When she opened the door, it wasn't Yan Yu; it was Yan Yan with her daughter, Yuanyuan. Cheng Xiaoyu quickly said, "Sister Yan, please come in." But she felt strange. Hadn't Yan Yu gone back to the Yan family home today ? Why was Yan Yan here with Yuanyuan instead?

Yan Yan and Yuan Yuan changed into slippers and sat on the sofa. Yan Yan said, "Xiao Yu, Yan Yu hasn't come back yet?"

Cheng Xiao Yu said, "Hmm, Sister Yan, is something wrong? Should I call Yan Yu and ask him to come back?"

Yan Yan said, "No need to call, I'll wait for him to come back."

Cheng Xiao Yu poured Yan Yan a glass of juice and Yuan Yuan a glass of yogurt. Yan Yan said thank you but
didn't drink any juice. She seemed to have something on her mind and didn't talk much to Cheng Xiao Yu. Yuan Yuan said her glass
was too sour and she didn't like it. She wanted milk, but Cheng Xiao Yu said there was no milk at home. Yan Yan told Yuan Yuan to stop making a fuss
and sit on the sofa for a while. Later, Cheng Xiao Yu turned on the TV and found "Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf,"
which cheered Yuan Yuan up.

Not long after, Yan Yu came back. He was also surprised to see Yan Yan when he entered the door and called out, "Sister."

Yuanyuan happily turned around from the sofa and called out to her uncle. Yan Yan stood up and said, "You're back... Are
Mom and Dad alright?"

Yan Yu said, "Do you think they are? Dad is so angry he can't eat. Why did you have to say those things?"

Yan Yan lowered his head and said, "Anyway, I'm leaving now. There won't be anyone he can't stand anymore."

"Sister, family is family after all..."

Yan Yan interrupted Yan Yu, "Don't say anything more. I've made up my mind and I won't change it."

Yan Yu looked at Yan Yan without saying anything.

Yan Yan said, "I came here today to discuss something with you."

Cheng Xiaoyu stood up and said, "I'm going inside. You two can talk slowly. Yuanyuan, come inside and play with Auntie."

Yuanyuan shook her head and said, "I don't want to go."

Yan Yan patted Yuanyuan's head and said, "Be good, come play with Auntie."

Cheng Xiaoyu led Yuanyuan to the guest room. Yan Yan told Yan Yu that the Qi family also did not agree to their being together, and Qi Lang
's bank accounts were frozen. She and Qi Lang needed to think of a solution in the next few days. They had to find a way
out, so she really didn't have the energy to take care of Yuanyuan anymore. Such a young child couldn't be left alone and wasn't suitable for
traveling around . She wanted to leave Yuanyuan with Yan Yu temporarily, and she would pick her up in two or three weeks at most.

Yan Yu said, "For that guy surnamed Qi, you're even abandoning Yuanyuan?"

Yan Yan replied, "Yuanyuan is my daughter, how could I abandon her? You're my only brother, I'm begging you
now , if you don't help me, there's nothing I can do."

What could Yan Yu say after hearing this? She could only agree. Yan Yu asked Yan Yan if he had enough money, and
Yan Yan said he did. Then he called Yuanyuan out and told her to stay at her uncle's house and behave.

Although Yuanyuan was young, she knew something bad had happened. Hearing Yan Yan's words, she immediately tugged at her
clothes, saying she wanted to go with her mother.

Yan Yan had no choice but to hold Yuanyuan and comfort her for a long time, promising to come see her the next day. Yuanyuan continued to cry, and Yan
Yan had no choice but to harden her heart and leave.

That night, Cheng Xiaoyu stayed downstairs again, and Yan Yu helped Yuanyuan take a bath upstairs before sleeping with her.
Yuanyuan asked Yan Yu no less than a dozen times that night if her mother would come tomorrow, and Yan Yu always gave an affirmative answer.

The next morning, Yan Yu got up 30 minutes early to prepare breakfast. When Cheng Xiaoyu finished washing up,
she saw Yan Yu feeding Yuanyuan. There was a large paper bag of steamed buns and fried dough sticks on the table. Yan Yu and Yuanyuan each
had a plate, and there was no food for Cheng Xiaoyu. Cheng Xiaoyu was naturally angry and put on her coat with a cold face.
Actually, she misunderstood Yan Yu. Yan Yu did buy breakfast for three people, but when she came back, she was busy helping
Yuanyuan comb her hair, wash her face, and get dressed, so she forgot to set out Cheng Xiaoyu's bowl and chopsticks properly to welcome Miss
Cheng .

Yuanyuan took a bite of the fried egg, then picked up what she thought was a cup of milk and took a sip. After drinking it, she realized
it was soy milk, so she wrinkled her little face and pushed the cup aside, saying, "I want to drink milk!"

Yan Yu doesn't usually drink milk, and Cheng Xiaoyu only drinks yogurt, so there was no milk at home. Yan Yu had no choice but
to open the refrigerator, pour a cup of yogurt, and place it in front of Yuan Yuan.

Yuan Yuan took a sip, and it was the same sour stuff she'd had yesterday. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore
and burst into , "I want milk! I want milk!"

Yan Yu hurriedly tried to soothe her, "Sweet Yuan Yuan, don't cry. Uncle will go out and buy you milk in a bit.
How about you eat an egg first?"

"No! I want milk! Ah, waaaaah…"

Just as Yan Yu was frantically trying to calm her down, he heard a bang. Cheng Xiaoyu had already closed the door and left. How could Yan Yu not be angry?
Leaving aside what had happened before, he was already in a difficult situation at home, and besides, he was a grown man who
wasn't used to dealing with children. She just ignored him and slammed the door shut. Her heart was so cold; how could he possibly
stay with ?

Yan Yu felt a surge of anger, but he could only force himself to coax Yuan Yuan to eat. Yuan Yuan refused to eat, saying she'd rather die than not have milk.
Yan Yu had no choice but to put a coat on her and take her out. He bought her a bottle of milk and a bread roll to eat in the car,
which finally calmed Yuan Yuan down. Yan Yu drove Yuan Yuan to kindergarten first, and only went to the company after watching her enter the classroom.

At the company, Yan Yu didn't give Cheng Xiaoyu a friendly look either, which Cheng Xiaoyu naturally sensed, making her
even angrier. Their tone was purely businesslike; they themselves didn't think anything of it,
but Song Xuewen felt the temperature in the entire office drop several degrees.

In the afternoon, Yan Yu actually greeted Song Xuewen and left half an hour early.
It was one thing for Cheng Xiaoyu not to ride in Yan Yu's car, but it was another matter entirely for Yan Yu not to let her ride in his car.
Cheng Xiaoyu sat on the bus, so angry she almost ground her teeth to powder. "Yan Yu, you're something else! You said such awful things to me before,
and not only did you not apologize, you've become even more outrageous. You're ignoring me, huh? Go ahead and ignore me forever!
If don't care about me, why would I care about you?"

Yan Yu left work early to pick up Yuan Yuan, as kindergarten lets out
half an hour . He picked Yuan Yuan up from kindergarten and drove home when his phone suddenly rang.
Yan Yu glanced at his phone; the number displayed had no name. He put on his headset and answered.
A fluent English voice immediately came through the earpiece, "Yu, pick me up at the airport!"

Yan Yu was startled and asked in English, "Who is this?"

"Oh, really? You don't remember my voice?" It was a woman speaking with a British accent.

Yan Yu thought for a moment and said, "Doris?"

"Correct! Yan Yu, thank goodness you haven't forgotten me. Come pick me up at the airport, I'm exhausted from the flight."

"Doris, what brings you to China?"

"I love China, have you forgotten?" Doris said with a smile. "
We got together because we were learning Chinese together."

Yan Yu smiled. "Welcome to China! Why didn't you contact me beforehand?"

"Because I wanted to surprise you. Yun gave me your number." Yan Yu and Mu Yun were classmates in university
. Although they hadn't kept in touch much after returning to China, they had exchanged phone numbers.

Yan Yu said, "Okay, I'll drive to the airport now. It'll take about an hour. Wait for me." Yan Yu

hung up the phone and said to Yuan Yuan, "Yuan Yuan, would you like to go to the airport with your uncle to pick someone up?"

"Who?" Yuan Yuan asked.

"A foreign auntie."

"Wow, is the foreign auntie pretty?"

Remembering Doris's striking features and sexy, slender figure, Yan Yu smiled. "Pretty."

Chapter 39

When Doris Yan Yan came to see Yuan Yuan, only Cheng Xiaoyu was home again. Yan Yan asked her, "Where did Yuan Yuan go?"

Cheng Xiaoyu said, "Yan Yu probably took her out to play. He didn't tell me."

Yan Yan then called Yan Yu. "...Are you eating? When are you coming back?...Oh, it's okay,
I'll wait. I promised Yuan Yuan I'd come see her today. Okay, bye." Yan Yan hung up and
told Cheng Xiaoyu, "Yan Yu and Yuan Yuan won't be home for another hour or so. I'll wait here for a while."

"Okay, then Sister Yan, you watch TV first." Cheng Xiaoyu handed the remote to Yan Yan.

Yan Yu didn't return until 8:30 pm. Yuanyuan
walked in happily, carrying a bright red KFC family bucket. Behind them followed a tall, beautiful foreign woman with long, wavy brown hair and dark green eyes.

As soon as Yuanyuan saw her mother, she ran excitedly over and said, "Mommy, I went to the airport today! I even ate KFC
there !"

Yan Yu found Doris a pair of Cheng Xiaoyu's slippers. Doris put them on, looked at them from side to side,
and then said in English, "Yu, they're too small."

Yan Yu replied in English, "Then wear mine." She then took out a pair of her own slippers.

Doris, wearing Yan Yu's slippers, took a couple of steps on the ground. "Oh, these are too big,"

Yan Yu laughed. "You're such a hassle. I'll buy you a suitable pair tomorrow."

Doris said, "No need, I have slippers in my suitcase. I'll get them out in a bit."

Yan Yu looked at Yan Yan and said, "Sis, this is my college classmate, Doris. She's here in China for a visit and will
be staying with me for a few days." Then, in English, she said to Doris, "Doris, this is my sister, Yan
Yan." Then, pointing to Cheng Xiaoyu, she said, "This is my girlfriend, Cheng Xiaoyu."

Doris looked at Cheng Xiaoyu carefully, then smiled at Yan Yu and said, "A petite and cute Eastern girl,
isn't she, Yu?" Cheng Xiaoyu's height of 163cm wasn't exactly petite, but in
Doris's 173cm eyes, she was petite.

Yan Yu looked at Doris and chuckled, saying a single word, "naghty."

Cheng Xiaoyu had also passed the CET-6 (College English Test Band 6), but she was basically the type to forget everything
she learned immediately after the exam . She had no idea what "naghty" meant; was it a compliment
or criticism? Judging from Yan Yu's smiling, almond-shaped eyes, it was probably a compliment. While

Cheng Xiaoyu was already making her own calculations, she heard Doris say to her and Yan Yan in strangely accented Chinese
, "Hello, my name is Doris, it's nice to meet you." Then she turned to Yan Yu and asked in English,
"Yu, did I speak well?"

Yan Yu replied, "Very well." Cheng

Xiaoyu inwardly scoffed, "Well my foot! Even a parrot could imitate better than you. "

Yan Yan stayed at Yan Yu's house for half an hour before leaving. She had promised Yuanyuan that she would pick her up in three weeks at most, and
would visit her every two or three days, telling her to behave herself at her uncle's house. Seeing that her mother didn't seem to be lying,
Yuanyuan agreed.

When Yan Yu saw Yan Yan downstairs, Yan Yan whispered to him, "You better behave yourself, having two women in
the house."

Yan Yu said, "She's my college classmate."

"You're kidding me. Women have sharp eyes. Be careful you don't end up in trouble."

Yan Yu scoffed. "I know what I'm doing. You'd better watch out for yourself."

Yan Yan punched Yan Yu's arm. "You brat, you're trying to lecture me. Take good care of Yuanyuan,
and stop taking her to KFC and McDonald's all the time. I don't usually give her those."

When Yan Yu got home, he saw Doris sitting on the living room sofa watching Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf with Yuanyuan. Cheng Xiaoyu
was also sitting on the sofa, her little face serious, seemingly lost in thought.

As soon as Yan Yu returned, Doris asked, "Yu, which room do I stay in? I just asked 'Xiao Yu,'
and she said she didn't know." Doris's Chinese pronunciation was never standard, and the only Chinese word she spoke fluently was
"Yu," which was only because she had called Yan Yu that name so many times when they were together. So when she pronounced
"Xiao Yu," it sounded exactly like "Xiao Yu.

" Yan Yu said, "You stay in the guest room downstairs; there's a bathroom and shower there."

Cheng Xiaoyu said sullenly, "Then where do I stay?"

Yan Yu said coldly, "You stay upstairs with me."

Cheng Xiaoyu said, "I don't want to stay with you." He didn't buy her breakfast in the morning, and he didn't take her home at night.
It turned out that all of this was because his pretty college classmate was coming to visit. It seems that leaving work early was also to pick up this Doris
. She was, after all, a member of this family. Someone was coming to stay temporarily without even telling her, ignoring
her existence like this, and he still had the nerve to say he wanted to stay with her!

Yan Yu glared at Cheng Xiaoyu without saying a word.

Although Doris's Chinese pronunciation wasn't perfect, her hearing was quite good. She exclaimed in surprise, "Oh,
you don't live together? Chinese girls are really this conservative. 'Xiaoyu,' are you still a virgin?"

Yan Yu ruffled her hair in annoyance and said in English, "Doris, why are you still like this?
Go pack your luggage and get some rest."

Doris took her luggage into the guest room.

Cheng Xiaoyu stood up from the sofa, rushed into the guest room, grabbed her pillow and blanket, and then stomped upstairs
into the study, slamming the door shut.

Yuanyuan, who was gnawing on the leftover chicken leg from the family bucket while watching "Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf," said, "
Aunt is angry!"

Yan Yu looked at the chubby little girl with greasy hands and mouth and said fiercely, "Li Yuqing, now..."
"What time is it? Still watching Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf and eating chicken legs? It's time to sleep, you know?" Li Yuqing is Yuanyuan's full name.
Because she's always been chubby, her nickname is Yuanyuan.

Yuanyuan pouted and threw the half-eaten chicken leg back into the family bucket. "Uncle, you're being mean to me! I'm not going
to be friends with you anymore!"

Yan Yu patiently helped Yuanyuan wash her face and bathe her, and then told her two bedtime stories before finally coaxing her to sleep.
He looked up at the clock on the wall; it was already past ten o'clock. Yan Yu turned off the light in the room, quietly came out,
and walked to the study door. He turned the doorknob, intending to go in, but found that Cheng Xiaoyu had locked the door from the inside.

Yan Yu frowned and knocked lightly on the door a few times. "Cheng Xiaoyu, open the door." There was no sound from inside,
so Yan Yu knocked a little harder. "Cheng Xiaoyu, are you asleep?" Yan Yu was afraid of making too much noise and
being laughed at by Doris, and also afraid of waking up the little princess Yuan Yuan, so he only dared to lower his voice and
say to the door, "If you don't open the door, see how I deal with you."

A cold voice came from inside, "I won't open it, let's see how you deal with me."

Cheng Xiaoyu had just looked up the meaning of "naghty" on the computer. Naghty: 1. mischievous
; naughty; 2. vulgar; obscene. Needless to say, Yan Yu's "naghty" naturally meant the
first meaning. Example sentence: you naghty boy! (You little rascal!) Cheng Xiaoyu
recalled the smile in Yan Yu's eyes when he said "naghty," and the sweet smile
on . It would be strange if those two hadn't been having an affair! And then Doris, with wide
eyes, asked her, "Are you a virgin?" If Cheng Xiaoyu remembered correctly, "virgin
" meant virgin, but how could a girl she'd just met ask her if she was a virgin?
Cheng Xiaoyu thought she must be mistaken. But when she looked it up later, "virgin" clearly
meant virgin! Cheng Xiaoyu was extremely annoyed. Was the difference between Eastern and Western cultures really that big? Whether I'm a virgin or not is none of your business
!

Therefore, Cheng Xiaoyu was always annoyed when she heard Yan Yu knocking on the door. She said angrily, "I'm going to sleep, can you
please leave me alone?"

Yan Yu said, "Cheng Xiaoyu, let's talk."

Cheng Xiaoyu said, "I don't want to talk to you." *Count* how many wrong things you've done in the past four days, and you
want to talk to me? If you were kneeling at the door begging for my forgiveness, I might consider it.

* Yan Yu said, "What kind of attitude is this! With you being so unreasonable, it's difficult for us to be together peacefully."

Cheng Xiaoyu was taken aback. What did he mean by that? He said it was difficult to be together peacefully after just one argument;
the implication was that he wanted to break up. Cheng Xiaoyu sat up from the sofa, looked at the door and said, "
If we can't be together, then let's break up."

"You!... Open the door for me!"

"No, I won't open it, not even if I die."

"This is my house, why won't you open the door for me?"

"Fine, it's your house, I'll leave tomorrow."

"Cheng Xiaoyu, what's wrong with your temper? What do you want?"

"I don't want anything, I just want to sleep, go away!"

Yan Yu lingered at the door for half an hour, but Cheng Xiaoyu still wouldn't let him in. Yan Yu could only sullenly go back to his room
to rest . That night, only Doris and Yuanyuan slept well; Yan Yu and Cheng Xiaoyu both
suffered from insomnia until late into the night.

Chapter 40 Ex

"She's my friend, she's my baby, even if you hit me or kick me, it's okay! I'll spoil you,
spoil you, spoil you to the heavens!..." Hearing the noisy ringtone of her phone, Cheng Xiaoyu opened her eyes with difficulty. She
wasn't awake at all; ouch, her neck hurts so much! Because the sofa wasn't long enough, Cheng Xiaoyu slept with her head on the
armrest The hard, high armrest hurt her neck terribly.

With such an unpleasant start to the day, Cheng Xiaoyu's mood was naturally not good when she went
downstairs . Downstairs, Yan Yu, Doris, and Yuanyuan were happily eating breakfast together at the dining table.

Seeing Cheng Xiaoyu come down, Yan Yu quickly said, "Get up! I bought breakfast. Come and have some. There's milk
and custard buns." The breakfast shops near Yan Yu's house didn't sell custard buns, so he got up early to go to
Cheng Xiaoyu's favorite Cantonese tea restaurant to get them. Yan Yu hadn't slept well last night. Although he
still felt Cheng Xiaoyu was immature, inconsiderate, and prone to throwing tantrums, she had even said "let's break up" through the door yesterday .
Yan Yu felt the situation was a bit serious, and after thinking it over, he decided to let the girl off the hook. A grown
man suffering a little is just a way to toughen up.

Cheng Xiaoyu said coldly, "I don't drink milk, you guys eat." She then went straight to the guest room and opened the wardrobe
to change. In the months she'd been with Yan Yu, she'd never seen him buy custard buns for breakfast. But as soon as this beautiful British
woman arrived, he'd get up early to buy delicate pastries—how annoying!

Yan Yu sighed inwardly. Women were such troublesome creatures; the little one absolutely refused to drink yogurt, and the older one absolutely refused
to drink milk. It seemed he'd have to buy two kinds of drinks tomorrow. Yan Yu told Yuanyuan to eat obediently first, then got up and followed her into
the guest room.

Cheng Xiaoyu was buttoning her shirt when she saw him come in and quickly turned around. "I'm changing, you can leave."

Yan Yu chuckled and walked behind Cheng Xiaoyu. "

You need to hide from me when you're changing?" Cheng Xiaoyu finished buttoning her shirt and went to the mirror to start tying her hair. "You don't need to be nice to me one minute and mean the
next . Who wants to mess around with you? If I don't catch your eye, there will naturally be someone else who will."

Just as Yan Yu was about to speak, there was a loud bang in the living room. Yan Yu quickly went out and saw Yuan Yuan's
glass shattered on the floor, milk spilled all over her clothes, and Doris was groaning
and getting tissues to wipe her clean.

Yuan Yuan knew she had done something wrong. Seeing her uncle come in, she lowered her head guiltily and didn't say anything, her little slippers
shuffling around the shards of glass on the floor.

Yan Yu hurriedly said, "Don't move, you'll cut your foot again." He grabbed a broom and dustpan and swept all the broken glass into the broom.
Just as he finished, he saw Cheng Xiaoyu had already tidied up and was putting on her shoes. He called out to Xiaoyu, and the door
slammed .

Yan Yu hadn't come to work today, and Cheng Xiaoyu didn't react to Song Xuewen's absence, so it seemed he had
informed Song Xuewen beforehand. Once, she and Yan Yu had a moment of passion in the office, and she told him she
felt uncomfortable because she hadn't showered. Yan Yu immediately took her home, and she was quite touched at the time, feeling that Yan Yu had even skipped work for her sake.
"I'm done. Now that I think about it, what's the big deal about leaving a little early in the afternoon? They're
skipping work altogether for Doris!"

Cheng Xiaoyu felt frustrated and distracted. She kept forgetting things Song Xuewen had assigned
her . Song Xuewen couldn't say anything, and she felt bad about it herself, so she could only suppress her anger and
redo the tasks diligently.

After a long day, Cheng Xiaoyu returned home to find Yan Yu and Doris in the kitchen, grilling steaks. Doris,
wearing her pink ruffled apron, was gracefully flipping
the steaks , while Yan Yu, who never helped her, was now mixing the sauce. They
seemed to be getting along well, chatting quietly in English as they worked on the ingredients. The range hood hummed, and
Cheng Xiaoyu couldn't understand a word they were saying. She suddenly realized that the two of them were actually very well-matched and compatible, and she
felt like the third wheel.

Because the kitchen was quite noisy, Yan Yu and Doris didn't hear Cheng Xiaoyu open the door and come in.
Being a woman, Doris was more sensitive; sensing something was wrong, she turned around and saw Cheng Xiaoyu
standing in the kitchen doorway like a ghost. Doris gasped, clutching her chest, and said in English, "'Xiaoyu,'
you scared me to death!"

Yan Yu also saw Cheng Xiaoyu. "You're back."

Cheng Xiaoyu hummed in response. "You two continue with your work," she said, turning and going upstairs.

A while later, the steak was ready. Yuanyuan, wearing a bib, sat at the table, smiling
happily The enticing aroma of the steak, accompanied by sizzling sounds, was served. Yuanyuan raised her knife
and began her battle with the steak in front of her.

Yan Yu quickly took the knife from her hand, "Sweetie, be careful with your hand." Then he
said to Doris, who was sitting next to Yuanyuan, "Could you take care of her for a while? Cut the meat for her and let her
eat with a fork. I'll go upstairs and call Xiaoyu down for dinner."

Doris smiled and nodded, "No problem, I love children the most."

When Yan Yu entered the study, Cheng Xiaoyu was sitting in front of her laptop watching a movie. She had her legs up on the chair
and her hands around her knees, watching very intently.

Yan Yu walked over and sat down on the chair next to her, but Cheng Xiaoyu continued watching the movie without any reaction.

Yan Yu leaned closer and asked, "What movie is this?"

"Ex."

"Ex? What does that mean?"

"Someone who's been in a relationship more than once, someone who's broken up with, someone from the past—those are all
'exes' we loved. An ex is a former lover."

"Is it good?"

"Not bad, Gillian's acting has improved."

On the screen, William Chan and Gillian started kissing. Cheng Xiaoyu said, "You see, exes are
old wounds . If you can't see them again, that's fine, but if you do, you can't control yourself. Yan Yu, Doris is your ex
-girlfriend, right?"

Yan Yu said, "What are you thinking? She's just my classmate."

"If you're lying to me, we'll definitely not have a good future."

Yan Yu paused for a few seconds before saying, "Yes, we dated for a while in college,
but that was four or five years ago."

Cheng Xiaoyu said, "I knew it."

"What do you know? Don't overthink it. Go downstairs and eat."

"You didn't go to work today because you went out with Doris, right?"

"She came all the way to China, so I had to show her some hospitality."

"Did you have fun?"

"Alright, the steak's getting cold. Come downstairs with me." Yan Yu pulled Cheng Xiaoyu's hand and stood up.

Cheng Xiaoyu pulled her hand away. "I'm not going."

"Xiaoyu."

Cheng Xiaoyu stared at the computer screen without speaking. Yan Yu thought she could be really stubborn sometimes, too stubborn.

Yan Yu sighed, "Xiaoyu, can you please give me some face in front of my ex-girlfriend and my little niece?
Yuanyuan says whatever she wants in front of her grandparents... I'm begging you."

Cheng Xiaoyu hesitated and glanced at Yan Yu, "You make it sound like I'm being unreasonable. Who went wrong
first? You haven't even apologized yet."

Yan Yu grabbed Cheng Xiaoyu's hand and said, "That was just something said in the heat of the moment, why did you take it so seriously? I was wrong
, Xiaoyu, don't be angry."

Cheng Xiaoyu snorted, "Stop with the sweet talk, if you wanted to apologize, you would have already."

"I wanted to apologize to you last night, but you wouldn't let me in,"

Cheng Xiaoyu said with a smile. "You wanted to apologize last night? I don't believe you."

Yan Yu smiled and leaned closer. "If you didn't want to apologize, then what do you think I wanted to do?"

Cheng Xiaoyu pushed Yan Yu away, stood up, and said, "Fine, I'll give you face in front of Doris
. Go downstairs and eat first."

Cheng Xiaoyu hadn't eaten with Yan Yu for the past few days, so Yan Yu was relieved that she was willing to have dinner with him today.
That evening, he smiled and tried to persuade Cheng Xiaoyu to sleep in his room.

Cheng Xiaoyu snorted, "You wish! I'm not done being angry yet. I absolutely
refuse to share a bed. Just put two more blankets on the floor in the study. My neck hurts from sleeping on the sofa."

Cheng Xiaoyu had finally given Yan Yu a somewhat nice look, so Yan Yu didn't dare to push her any further. He had no choice but to make the bed on
the study , and then he humbly comforted her. Only when Cheng Xiaoyu finally smiled did he leave, relieved.

After returning to his room and putting Yuanyuan to sleep, Yan Yu wasn't ready to sleep himself, so
he opened his laptop and watched the movie "Ex" online. The movie was about William Chan, who, despite having a new girlfriend,
couldn't forget his ex-girlfriend, Gillian Chung. Gillian stayed at his and his current girlfriend's house for two days, and during those two short days,
the two were caught up in a flood of memories, sparking countless memories. In the end, William Chan broke
up with his current girlfriend. Yan Yu then recalled what Cheng Xiaoyu had said earlier, thinking that it would be good if Cheng Xiaoyu was willing to be a little jealous
, but if the misunderstanding had reached this point, it wouldn't be a good thing. It seemed that he should definitely take her with him when he went out with Doris tomorrow
, to avoid any further misunderstandings.

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