What’s this about money or no money? What does he think of himself? A male model at a club? Shen Nanxing half-heartedly touched the abs he had been admiring for a while, pressing his fingers against Fu Zhiyuan’s stomach. He couldn’t deny that they felt pretty good. He kept stroking them, reluctant to stop, completely unaware of the aggressive look in Fu Zhiyuan’s eyes.

Fu Zhiyuan’s voice was low and hoarse as he asked, “Wife, does it feel good?”

Shen Nanxing nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with envy. If only he had abs like that! He glanced down at his own stomach, then looked at Fu Zhiyuan with longing in his eyes. “How did you get them? Teach me!”

Fu Zhiyuan’s voice became even lower. “You want abs?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Fu Zhiyuan spoke meaningfully, “Then you’ll have to work hard.”

Shen Nanxing patted his chest. “Don’t worry, I can stick with it!” He was determined to get six-pack abs no matter how hard it got.

Fu Zhiyuan let out a light laugh. “Then go for it!” The laugh sounded more like he was mocking him.

Not one to back down, Shen Nanxing punched Fu Zhiyuan’s chest. “Who are you looking down on? I can do it!”

“At this time of night, trying to seduce someone? Go dry your hair!”

His tone was sharp and stern.

“Fine.” Fu Zhiyuan decided to let him be for now.

Shen Nanxing lay in bed, pretending to be asleep but actually inwardly cursing himself. How could he be so weak! Just seeing Fu Zhiyuan’s abs and he couldn’t hold it together! Thinking of what he had promised Shen Chuanqiong, his face turned red. Brother, if I say it was Fu Zhiyuan who seduced me first, you’ll forgive me, right?

“Wife, what are you thinking?” Fu Zhiyuan lifted the corner of the blanket and lay down.

Shen Nanxing moved further inside the bed, and Fu Zhiyuan, seeing there was enough space for two people in the middle, frowned in dissatisfaction. “Tsk, should’ve bought a single bed. It would’ve been much better if my wife just slept in my arms.”

He reached out and pulled Shen Nanxing closer into his arms.

“I won’t eat you. Why are you lying so far away from me?”

Shen Nanxing knew he wouldn’t let him go so easily, so he gave up resisting. It was their first time sleeping in the same bed, and he was a little nervous. The distance between them was close, their noses almost touching, their gazes meeting. It felt like something was about to explode.

Shen Nanxing was startled by the desire in Fu Zhiyuan’s eyes. His fingers involuntarily tightened, and he said, “Y-You better not do anything reckless!”

Fu Zhiyuan, with a strong move, tilted his face slightly and kissed him. Shen Nanxing instinctively closed his eyes, and his hands, not knowing when, found their way to Fu Zhiyuan’s neck, beginning to respond to the kiss.

Soon, the bedroom was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing.

—

The next morning, Shen Nanxing stared at his palm, lost in thought. He angrily pounded the pillow and tossed and turned in bed. Even though he had washed himself clean, he still felt like his hands weren’t clean. Ahhh! Fu Zhiyuan was terrifying. Last night, he almost drove him mad. It got longer each time, and worst of all, he shamelessly said, “Wife, it’s give and take, don’t you think you should help me too?”

“You wouldn’t want me to take a cold shower at this hour, right?”

If time could rewind, Shen Nanxing would really want to slap himself from last night—when he was love-struck and weak-hearted. He should have made Fu Zhiyuan go take a cold shower to calm down! He was too scary. If Fu Zhiyuan hadn’t insisted on sleeping with him, who knows what would have happened last night.

“Wife, are you awake?”

Fu Zhiyuan, ready with breakfast, was about to wake him up when he saw a “caterpillar” wriggling on the bed.

The “caterpillar” only showed half of its head and one eye, and when it heard Fu Zhiyuan’s voice, it snorted in displeasure. “Not awake, still sleeping!”

After speaking, he revealed half of his head before hiding again, looking like he was refusing to communicate.

Fu Zhiyuan chuckled softly and reached out to pull him out from under the blanket. “Silly! What if you suffocate like that?”

Shen Nanxing’s cheeks were flushed, and he looked at him with a gaze full of accusation. “You were too much last night!”

Fu Zhiyuan was slightly taken aback. This was already considered too much? What would he do in the future when things got even more intense? Suppressing his thoughts, he quickly coaxed, “Okay, okay, it’s all my fault. Don’t be mad, wife.”

He reached out to brush aside the strands of hair on Shen Nanxing’s forehead. “Are you hungry? Get up and have breakfast first.”

Seeing his sincere attitude, Shen Nanxing finally got out of bed.

When he opened the wardrobe, he discovered that Fu Zhiyuan had prepared many outfits in various styles, all in his size. The wardrobe was evenly divided between his clothes and Fu Zhiyuan’s. Shen Nanxing’s clothes were trendy and youthful, reflecting the latest fashion trends. Meanwhile, Fu Zhiyuan’s wardrobe was mostly suits and dark coats, all in deep, muted colors.

Despite the stark difference in styles, the clothes placed together didn’t seem out of place at all.

Shen Nanxing casually picked a light-colored hoodie and sweatpants, changed into them, and went downstairs.

Fu Zhiyuan had just finished setting the breakfast on the table. He handed Shen Nanxing a glass of warm milk, praising him, “Wife, I knew this outfit would suit you perfectly!”

Looks like he needed to buy him more clothes. Feeling pleased, he sat down next to Shen Nanxing and added, “You look amazing.”

“Did you personally prepare all those clothes?” Shen Nanxing asked after taking a sip of milk, gazing at him.

Fu Zhiyuan puffed up with pride. “Of course! I spent several days picking them out.”

He had even specifically searched online for the most popular outfits among college students before placing the orders.

Shen Nanxing felt a slight tremor in his heart. “Thank you.”

Fu Zhiyuan gently held his hand and said seriously, “This is what I should do. There’s no need for ‘thank you’ between us.”

To Fu Zhiyuan, these small gestures weren’t enough. He wanted to do much more for Shen Nanxing.

Shen Nanxing smiled, his eyes soft. “Alright.”

The two of them began to enjoy a peaceful breakfast together.

—

Meanwhile, on the other side, the atmosphere in Xu Yuan’s apartment was tense and confrontational.

The day before, Han Zhao had stormed out of Fu Zhiyuan’s company in a rage and returned very late, reeking of alcohol.

Xu Yuan took one look at his disheveled state and didn’t even need to ask—he knew Han Zhao had been drinking again.

Han Zhao was growing increasingly frustrated. He was clearly doing all this for Xu Yuan’s sake, so why was he being accused of disrespecting his wishes?

When he was half-drunk at the bar, the bodyguard who had been keeping watch, worried that he’d had too much, escorted him out of the bar.

The driver, assuming Han Zhao was heading to Xu Yuan’s place as usual, drove there without asking further.

Han Zhao lay in the backseat, his head throbbing and his frustration mounting.

When the driver finally stopped in front of Xu Yuan’s building, Han Zhao angrily kicked the car door and cursed, “Who the hell told you to bring me here? Do I have nowhere else to sleep? Do I have to come here every damn day?!”