“I’ll go take a look.” He said. 

Lu Guihong carried the dessert bag upstairs. He asked Aunt Cui to watch over the young man and arrange a room for him; he remembered it was the second bedroom. 

Lu Guihong gently pressed the doorknob. Light spilled into the dark room. He closed the door behind him and flipped the wall switch on at the entrance. 

The dim, warm light illuminated the bedroom, revealing everything inside. But there was no one on the bed, only a rumpled blanket. Lu Guihong frowned, his gaze sweeping around before finally landing on the dark sofa beside it, where he saw the young man. 

The youth almost blended seamlessly with the dark red sofa. He lay on his side, his long, black hair covering his profile and shoulders. A black blanket covered him; in the dim light, he was almost invisible if one didn’t look closely. 

Lu Guihong walked to the sofa, placed the dessert bag on the small coffee table beside it, and looked down at the sleeping young man. 

The youth was nestled into the soft sofa, sleeping peacefully. A few slender fingers clutched the blanket. His already pale face appeared even more fragile in the dim light. 

Lu Guihong, who had intended to wake him directly, suddenly hesitated. 

During this hesitation, perhaps his shadow or the shifting light disturbed the youth. He frowned, his face burying itself further into the sofa, but he couldn’t escape the light. And the culprit didn’t turn off the light. Finally, the young man sleepily opened his eyes. 

Lu Guihong watched as the young man rubbed his eyes. Sleep-induced tears had wet his eyelashes, clumping them together. Then, upon seeing him, his expression became dazed, as if he couldn’t understand why he was in the room. 

Lu Guihong’s voice was low and deep, “Wake up.” 

Wu Chunhe, still somewhat groggy, instinctively sat up. With messy hair, he watched the tall man walk to a chair and sit down. Wu Chunhe’s gaze followed him. When their eyes met, the young man, looking into those deep, sharp black eyes, finally snapped out of his sleepy daze. 

Wu Chunhe blinked. Ah, he wasn’t at the Wu residence; he was at Mr. Lu’s house, his fiancé’s home. 

But Wu Chunhe was still confused. “Mr. Lu, how… did you get in?” He was truly startled. 

Lu Guihong lifted his chin, gesturing for the young man to look at the coffee table. “I brought you some desserts.” 

Wu Chunhe looked towards the coffee table, recognizing the familiar dessert bag. He could almost smell the sweet aroma. 

The young man belatedly felt a pang of hunger in his stomach. 

Before Wu Chunhe could say anything, the man’s low, cold voice came again, “Why didn’t you eat?” 

Before he could answer, the man said again, “Did you not like the food?” 

Two consecutive questions, low and cold, laced with reproach. Wu Chunhe, half-guilty, stiffened, his head drooping in distress. The youth was already slender, and this posture made him appear even thinner and weaker. Seeing this, Lu Guihong understood. 

Seeing his demeanor, Lu Guihong’s cold tone softened slightly, but a hint of coldness remained. “If you didn’t like the food, you should have told Aunt Cui. What if you got too hungry?” 

The implication was that he was afraid of being a bother, and Wu Chunhe understood. 

The young man pursed his lips, nodding his head. His small face, partially hidden by his black hair, was pale and thin, looking pitiful, like a child who had made a mistake and was admitting it. 

Weak and youthful. 

Lu Guihong’s black eyes narrowed slightly. A young man who had just turned eighteen, what was he sulking about? It was normal to be uncomfortable in a strange environment. 

Thinking this, he saw the youth slowly raise his head, revealing a pale, pretty little face, with a hint of embarrassment as he smiled at him. “Mr. Lu, I’m sorry. I was wrong. I just thought it wasn’t appropriate to make requests on my first day here…” 

As he spoke, Wu Chunhe lowered his head again. 

Actually, it wasn’t just the food. He couldn’t sleep on the bed either; it was too hard. He had tried to sleep on it yesterday but couldn’t, ending up with aches all over his body, which is why he had slept on the sofa all afternoon. The food not being to his liking was true, but he ate less partly because of lack of sleep and discomfort. 

But Wu Chunhe wouldn’t say these things. 

He wouldn’t mention the bed. After all, disliking the food could be explained as a difference in taste, but the bed… if he said it, people would think he was spoiled. 

Even Wu Chunhe thought he was a little spoiled. Normal people wouldn’t tolerate his fussiness. 

Lu Guihong’s black eyes flickered, and his anger completely vanished. He had interacted with many eighteen or nineteen-year-old boys, but most were playful, lacking in measure and mischievous. He had never met one so well-behaved. 

“No need to apologize. Don’t do this again,” he said slowly, his tone softening, the heavy atmosphere dissipating. 

The matter was brushed aside so lightly. Wu Chunhe had no idea that Lu Guihong had planned to lecture him beforehand. 

Wu Chunhe breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. 

Lu Guihong didn’t say anything else, but stood up and took out the desserts. Assistant Xu had bought them. Lu Guihong examined them, thinking that he had bought everything, even milk tea and drinks. 

Assistant Xu seemed to like the young man. Lu Guihong glanced at the pretty, well-behaved youth… he was indeed likable. 

He somewhat understood why the Wu family doted on this child so much. 

Wu Chunhe also stood up to help. After they took everything out, Lu Guihong asked him to sit down and eat, then turned to leave. Wu Chunhe, for some reason, suddenly asked as he turned, “Mr. Lu, have you eaten?” 

Lu Guihong turned back. Wu Chunhe suppressed his nervousness, curving his lips slightly, his posture elegant, his voice as delicate as water, “Would you like to eat together?” 

The young man looked up, his light blue eyes reflecting Lu Guihong’s figure, his expression earnestly expectant. Lu Guihong paused, stopping his steps and sitting down beside him. 

Lu Guihong wasn’t fond of desserts. He casually picked one up and opened it, his gaze involuntarily falling on the young man opposite him. He seemed to really like these sweet things; he was eating an ice cream cake, his head lowered, eating intently. 

He ate with his pale pink lips and tongue, bite by bite. It was clear he was hungry; his movements were somewhat hasty, though still elegantly graceful, but the slightly hurried movements were more like those of a young adult than yesterday. 

Lu Guihong watched, unknowingly eating most of his dessert. 

Perhaps noticing his gaze, Wu Chunhe looked up, and without the ice cream cake to obstruct the view, Lu Guihong saw cream on the side of the young man’s cheek. Like a little kitten. 

Lu Guihong chuckled softly. 

Wu Chunhe was confused, “What’s wrong?” 

Then, before Wu Chunhe could react, a tall figure blocked his view, and his cheek was wiped with a tissue. 

When Lu Guihong withdrew his hand, the tissue was casually placed on the coffee table. Wu Chunhe saw the cream on it, and also saw Mr. Lu’s large hand with prominent veins, his ears turning red. “Thank you…” 

Lu Guihong then took his leave, telling him to call Aunt Cui to clean up afterward. Wu Chunhe nodded in a daze. 

After Lu Guihong left, he stared at his index finger, unconsciously stroking it. The touch… was very soft.  

The bedroom’s wall lamp emitted a soft light, the warm glow illuminating the young man. The light pink behind his ears was tinged with a touch of beauty. 

Wu Chunhe bit his spoon, his face still seeming to retain the sensation of the tissue gently wiping his cheek. 

Wu Chunhe had been very well-behaved since childhood. Besides his hobbies of painting and gardening, most of his time was spent between school and home. 

Because of his family situation and health, others kept their distance from him socially. This was almost the first time he had such close contact with someone other than his parents. 

And it was his nominal fiancé, his future husband… 

Wu Chunhe’s ears burned again. He shook his head, stopping his thoughts and focusing on the desserts. After finishing the remaining ice cream cake and drinking some milk tea, he called Aunt Cui. 

Wu Chunhe didn’t dare eat too much, although he wanted to continue. He was afraid that eating too much might upset his stomach and make him sick again. 

Aunt Cui knocked and came in to clean up. The previously worried Aunt Cui was now smiling. Wu Chunhe smiled too. “Aunt Cui, why are you so happy?” 

Aunt Cui smiled, her affection for the young man unconcealed. She spoke affectionately about how relieved she was that he had eaten and hadn’t gotten sick. She had thought he was ill and had been worried sick. Wu Chunhe replied that it wouldn’t happen again, apologizing for worrying her. 

Then Aunt Cui said, “Mr. Lu seems to quite like you.” 

Wu Chunhe’s eyelashes fluttered like startled butterfly wings. Aunt Cui didn’t notice the young man’s discomfort and continued, “I was also worried, so I directly messaged Assistant Xu in the afternoon. I thought that Mr. Lu might have asked Assistant Xu to buy some things, but I never expected Mr. Lu to buy these desserts himself…” 

At that time, Aunt Cui only thought the young man was having trouble adjusting to his new environment, and his not eating dinner worried her about illness. But now Aunt Cui understood; it was just a matter of taste, and she was relieved. 

Thinking this, Aunt Cui smiled at Wu Chunhe and asked about his taste preferences, and also about tomorrow’s meal arrangements. “Oh, right, Master Wu, what would you like to eat tomorrow?” 

Wu Chunhe quickly smiled to cover his discomfort and told Aunt Cui that he preferred light flavors. After chatting with Aunt Cui for a while, Aunt Cui told the young man to rest well before leaving. 

After Aunt Cui left, a trace of worry appeared on Wu Chunhe’s beautiful face. Enduring the remaining slight aches in his body, he took a shower, returned to the sofa, and took out his phone to call his parents as usual. 

Then, he saw a transfer of 100,000 yuan from Assistant Xu at 1 p.m. 

Assistant Xu: [The money Mr. Lu transferred to you. Buy whatever you want to eat.] 

Followed by the transfer and a driver’s contact information. 

The phone screen reflected the young man’s beautiful face. Wu Chunhe bit his lip slightly. Would a marriage arrangement go this far? Wasn’t the agreement just to help the Wu family overcome its difficulties? The young man buried half his face in the blanket, thinking for a long time before daring to accept the money. He only sent a small bear giving a heart emoji and said thank you.