Fu Zhiyuan tightly hugged Shen Nanxing, nuzzling his head against his neck. “Xingbao, you’re finally my boyfriend.”

Fu Zhiyuan’s hair was slightly stiff, making Shen Nanxing’s neck itch. He laughed and teased, “You feel like a marshmallow.” Marshmallows do the same thing—rubbing against him. It felt like Fu Zhiyuan was a bit clingy, and yet, somehow, a little cute…

Hearing this, Fu Zhiyuan rubbed against Shen Nanxing again, making him burst out laughing. Their eyes met, and Fu Zhiyuan’s deep gaze seemed to have an irresistible power, locking Shen Nanxing’s eyes firmly. Fu Zhiyuan’s large hand gently held the back of Shen Nanxing’s head, and his hoarse voice said, “Xingbao, I’m going to kiss you.”

Shen Nanxing instinctively widened his eyes, frozen, unsure of how to react.

Fu Zhiyuan slightly lowered his head, and with a domineering and forceful kiss, his lips met Shen Nanxing’s soft ones. Soon, the air in their mouths was stolen as Fu Zhiyuan’s tongue explored Shen Nanxing’s mouth, capturing his fragrance. Shen Nanxing passively endured the overpowering kiss, feeling his body weaken under its intensity. When he was let go, Shen Nanxing’s mouth felt numb, slightly swollen.

A light laugh sounded in his ear, and his reddened lips were kissed again. Fu Zhiyuan gazed at Shen Nanxing with an infatuated look. “Xingbao, you’re so cute.”

Shen Nanxing felt extreme embarrassment inside. His eyes were clouded with a misty haze as he glared at Fu Zhiyuan. “You’re too much.”

That was his first kiss!

Fu Zhiyuan exuded an air of satisfaction and calmly replied, “I’m just exercising my rights as your boyfriend.”

Shen Nanxing covered his mouth, weakly protesting, “But you can’t kiss… for so long…” The words grew quieter as his earlobe turned bright red.

“Meow, meow, meow?” (Did you two forget about me?!)

The neglected marshmallow could no longer hold back and let out a protesting meow. Shen Nanxing snapped out of his daze and hurriedly hugged the marshmallow. “What’s wrong? Are you hungry?”

“Meow~” The marshmallow nuzzled in his arms, but its gaze toward Fu Zhiyuan held a bit of challenge, as if vying for attention.

Seeing that Shen Nanxing’s attention had shifted, Fu Zhiyuan regretted ever getting this “rebellious” pet. He took the marshmallow from Shen Nanxing’s arms and, not-so-gently, tossed it back into the car. “It must be tired.”

The marshmallow, with its tiny body, had no resistance and could only helplessly watch as it was locked into its cat carrier.

Shen Nanxing looked at it jumping around inside. “Are you sure it wants to sleep?”

Fu Zhiyuan, with his usual calm expression, responded with a simple “Mmm,” unfeeling as he slammed the car door shut.

Now that the troublesome little cat was gone, Fu Zhiyuan’s eyes flashed with a victorious smile. He closed in again, wrapping Shen Nanxing in his arms and saying in a spoiled tone, “I don’t like it when your attention isn’t on me!”

Shen Nanxing: “…”

Could he be jealous of a cat?

Fu Zhiyuan lazily rested his chin on Shen Nanxing’s shoulder, savoring the cool scent on his skin.

This warm moment was quickly interrupted when Shen Nanxing’s phone rang. It was a call from Shen Chuanqiong. “Sweetheart, where are you?”

Shen Nanxing shushed Fu Zhiyuan, signaling him to stay quiet.

“Brother, what’s up?”

“Sweetheart, come back and cut the cake, we’re waiting for you. By the way, did you see Fu Zhiyuan and the others?”

Shen Chuanqiong couldn’t help but ask again.

Shen Nanxing glanced at Fu Zhiyuan, who was fiddling with the red string on his wrist, and cleared his throat. “I didn’t see them.”

Fu Zhiyuan chuckled softly, looking at Shen Nanxing with a playful gaze.

Shen Chuanqiong on the other end responded with a simple “Oh,” “Then hurry back.”

“Okay.” Shen Nanxing hung up the phone and immediately met Fu Zhiyuan’s resentful gaze. “Do I really look that bad to you?”

Fu Zhiyuan displeasedly poked Shen Nanxing’s cheek. Shen Nanxing quickly grabbed his hand, feeling slightly guilty. “Alright, let’s go cut the cake first.”

…

Fu Chengyu returned home with a bright red palm print on his face. In the living room, Grandpa Fu was wearing reading glasses, studying a newly acquired Chinese painting. Fu Chengyu awkwardly covered his face and called out, “Grandpa.”

Grandpa Fu, who had been displeased with him recently, snorted coldly. “Why are you back?”

Fu Chengyu’s steps paused briefly as he ascended the stairs. “I came back to grab something.”

He was afraid Grandpa Fu would notice something was off, so he quickly rushed upstairs.

“Always so careless, don’t know who he takes after!” Grandpa Fu shook his head with a sigh, then continued studying the painting on the table.

Fu Zhiyuan finally caught up to the person, and his mood was good throughout the night. Even when Su Chen sarcastically commented that he must have taken the wrong medicine, he didn’t get angry. Instead, he even surprisingly smiled at Su Chen, making him break out in goosebumps on the spot.

However, this good mood abruptly ended when they returned to the Fu residence.

Fu Zhiyuan’s eyes narrowed slightly, and an icy aura surrounded him. His voice carried a cold, unquestionable tone as he asked, “Dad, where is Fu Chengyu right now?”

Grandpa Fu shot him a glare and scolded, “You brat, why the long face? Who are you trying to intimidate?”

Fu Zhiyuan sat down on the sofa, his tone playful, “Your son was born this way.”

Grandpa Fu put down his reading glasses on the table and rubbed his temples. “Chengyu’s upstairs. Do you need something from him?”

“Yes, I need to settle the score with him!” Fu Zhiyuan gritted his teeth at the thought of what Fu Chengyu did to Shen Nanxing. He was so angry he could almost punch him. He really needed a good beating!

Grandpa Fu raised an eyebrow, surprised to see him so agitated. This younger son of his never got flustered, no matter what happened. Since when was his temper so unstable? For Chengyu to make him this angry… Fu Zhiyuan’s emotional reaction piqued his curiosity.

Calmly sipping his tea, he told the butler, “Tell Chengyu to come downstairs.”

Grandpa Fu sat back in his chair, ready for the show. He wanted to see exactly what kind of outrageous thing Chengyu had done.

When the butler knocked on Fu Chengyu’s door, he felt his heart jump. With a grim expression, he headed downstairs as if prepared to face his fate.

Fu Chengyu entered the living room, head lowered, not daring to meet Fu Zhiyuan’s eyes. “Grandpa, Uncle.”

Grandpa Fu was thoroughly enjoying the situation, chuckling as he spoke, “Chengyu, you’re here! Come, come, sit down. Your uncle wants to settle accounts with you!”

Ah, if only there were some snacks to go with this entertainment!

Fu Chengyu shivered, his legs felt like they were frozen in place. He couldn’t move at all. With a stiff face, he said, “Grandpa, I’ll stand.”

Fu Zhiyuan shot him a cold look, his body radiating a dangerous aura as he interrogated him, “What were you planning to do at Xingbao’s birthday party tonight?”