Fu Chengyu’s forehead veins bulged in anger. “You’re talking nonsense! If you keep spouting nonsense, I’ll rip your mouth off!” He knew Shen Nanxing’s character very well, and with his small social circle, how could he possibly like someone else? It was absolutely impossible!

Lin Bai ignored his anger, his words like a poisonous curse, “I’m telling the truth. Otherwise, why would he unhesitatingly break off the engagement with you?”

The broken engagement had always been something Fu Chengyu couldn’t get over. He stepped forward and grabbed Lin Bai’s collar, his face turning pale as he asked, “Who is it? Who is the man who stole what was mine?”

Lin Bai suppressed his trembling body and looked at the man before him who was about to explode, his tone both gentle and venomous, “That man is someone you can’t provoke. You’re not even worth his little finger.”

Thinking about Fu Zhiyuan’s affectionate gestures toward Shen Nanxing, Lin Bai couldn’t help but start fantasizing—if only he were the one in Fu Zhiyuan’s embrace.

Fu Chengyu’s eyes turned red from the provocation. “Impossible! You’re lying!” He couldn’t think of anyone who could be more suited for Shen Nanxing than himself.

Lin Bai broke free from his grip and took out his phone. “Then look for yourself and see if I’m lying!”

Fu Chengyu, as if clutching at a life-saving straw, took the phone with trembling hands. The images of Fu Zhiyuan and Shen Nanxing embracing appeared on the screen. Fu Chengyu flipped through them one by one, the affectionate pictures making him feel unbearably furious. He angrily threw the phone to the ground and kicked the stool in the entryway.

Lin Bai watched him lose control, feeling a rush of satisfaction. The more Fu Chengyu reacted this way, the happier he felt. After all, it was Fu Chengyu who had ruined his life.

Fu Chengyu, still not satisfied, kicked over several more vases. The sound of shattered items filled the room, along with his impotent, furious shouts.

“Nanxing! Why are you doing this to me?”
“Who is that man? I’ll make him pay!”

Lin Bai had actually taken a clear photo of Fu Zhiyuan’s face, but he deleted it. He specifically kept a few blurry shots of Fu Zhiyuan’s back and a clear picture of Shen Nanxing. His goal was to sow discord between Fu Chengyu and his uncle, and to destroy Shen Nanxing’s image in Fu Chengyu’s mind.

“Chengyu, Shen Nanxing doesn’t like you at all. Maybe he had already betrayed you when you two were still engaged. A person with such deep schemes—why are you still in love with him?”

Fu Chengyu vented his rage, a flash of violent intent in his eyes. “Shut up!”

Once the seed of doubt was planted, it would quickly take root and sprout. Lin Bai seized the opportunity to add fuel to the fire. “I don’t know that man, but his aura is out of the ordinary. He must be either rich or noble. Chengyu, don’t act impulsively. Otherwise, it will be you who suffers in the end.”

Fu Chengyu scoffed dismissively, “So what? I don’t need your concern!”

He thought to himself that he had to find out who that man was and teach him a good lesson.

Lin Bai saw that his goal was being achieved, a smug smile flickering in his eyes. He pretended to be wronged, saying, “I’m just trying to look out for you. Why are you shouting at me?”

In the past, if he had looked at Fu Chengyu with this pitiful expression, it would have triggered his protective instincts. But now, Fu Chengyu, consumed with rage, had no such thoughts.

He pointed to the shattered phone on the floor and said indifferently, “Leave. Leave the phone.”

Lin Bai rolled his eyes inwardly, looking conflicted. “But I…”

Fu Chengyu was not in the mood to listen to him anymore, his eyes filled with mockery. “Alright, I know what you mean. I’ll transfer you twenty thousand; that should cover your phone.”

Lin Bai quickly agreed and left Fu Chengyu’s apartment.

Fu Chengyu looked at the mess in the room, cursing irritably. He picked up the phone from the floor and went out.

On the other side, Shen Nanxing, who had been informed by Fu Zhiyuan that dinner would be at his house tonight, was immediately upset. He glared at Fu Zhiyuan, “So the dinner you’re talking about is at your house?”

Fu Zhiyuan nodded and, feeling a little guilty, explained, “The two conditions—dinner and cotton candy—are both satisfied. I didn’t lie!”

Shen Nanxing was so angry that he laughed. “Fu Zhiyuan, are you tired of living?”

He actually dared to fool him, saying something about having a meal when the real goal was to get him to come home.

This dog of a man, really a dog. Fu Zhiyuan quickly begged for mercy and started to coax him. “Wife, I want to cook for you with my own hands. Don’t you want to try my cooking?”

Shen Nanxing slapped his hand away unceremoniously. “Didn’t expect you could cook.”

Fu Zhiyuan pressed closer to him, his tone full of pride. “I can cook both Chinese and Western dishes. What do you want to eat, wife?”

Shen Nanxing gritted his teeth and replied, “Seafood. Do you eat that?”

Fu Zhiyuan’s face stiffened for a moment but quickly regained its composure. “If it’s what my wife strongly wants, I’ll eat it.”

Shen Nanxing couldn’t help but kick him again, scolding, “Eat what? It won’t kill you! Go cook your food.”

This was his way of agreeing to stay for dinner. Fu Zhiyuan took the chance to plant a kiss on his lips. “As you wish, my wife.”

Shen Nanxing mumbled unhappily behind him, “What’s with these sudden attacks? You think about taking advantage of me all day long!”

The scene inside the house was warm and filled with the breath of life. Shen Nanxing was curled up on the sofa watching a drama, with Cotton Candy nestled in his arms, occasionally nibbling on his fingers to get his attention. Fu Zhiyuan, dressed in casual home clothes, was busy in the kitchen, cooking for his beloved. Shen Nanxing occasionally glanced toward the kitchen, and at that moment, Fu Zhiyuan gave him the illusion of being the perfect homebody husband.

“Wife, you can wash your hands and eat now,” Fu Zhiyuan softly called to Shen Nanxing from across the dining room as he placed the final dish on the table.

It felt even more like it now… Shen Nanxing shook off the unrealistic thoughts in his head, responded, and walked toward the dining room.

On the dining table, a variety of dishes with rich colors, smells, and tastes caught Shen Nanxing’s eye. Each dish emitted a tempting aroma that made one salivate. Fu Zhiyuan pulled out a chair for him. “Quick, try it.”

As soon as Shen Nanxing sat down, Fu Zhiyuan eagerly placed a piece of sweet and sour ribs in his bowl. His face clearly showed, “Praise me, praise me.”

Shen Nanxing ate slowly, paused for a moment, and frowned. “The taste seems…”

Fu Zhiyuan saw him frown and nervously looked at him. “What’s wrong? Is there something off with the taste?” He had followed an online tutorial and practiced several times in advance, so it shouldn’t have gone wrong. Could he have used the wrong seasonings?

Shen Nanxing’s lips curled into a mischievous smile. “This tastes exactly like what my mom used to make.”

Upon hearing this, Fu Zhiyuan’s tense nerves finally relaxed. He sighed helplessly and said, “You’ve really learned to be bad.”

Shen Nanxing looked at him and smiled without speaking.

“Alright, hurry up and eat while it’s hot.” As soon as he finished speaking, another piece of stuffed eggplant was added to Shen Nanxing’s bowl.

Under the warm yellow light, at the dining table, Fu Zhiyuan focused on serving food to Shen Nanxing, who ate with satisfaction. The scene was warm and harmonious.