Host! I told you to do a task! I didn't tell you to bbb.

The moment the words left his mouth, the air in the entire banquet hall seemed to freeze instantly.

Fu Jingming's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, a chill running down his spine from that piercing gaze.

He instinctively withdrew his hand, his Adam's apple bobbing, and stammered, "Uncle... I just..."

"Just what?"

Fu Yanshen leaned forward slightly, the gilded buttons on his suit collar casting a cold, sharp arc of light under the chandelier.

"You just feel sorry for Miss Su because she's weak and pitiful, and needs your help?"

"Or have you forgotten—who is the Fu family's legally wedded daughter-in-law, the one who is about to marry into the family?"

His gaze swept over Su Manli's reddened eyes, without a trace of pity, only a mocking indifference.

"If Miss Su were truly sensible, she would know what it means to avoid suspicion. The Fu family's banquet is not a place to use weakness to gain sympathy or to secretly sow discord."

Su Manli trembled all over, and tears, which she could no longer hold back, rolled down her cheeks.

She dared not cry out loud, but could only bite her lower lip tightly, her shoulders trembling slightly, looking pitiful.

Upon seeing this, Fu Jingming felt a surge of guilt and a desire to protect him.

For a moment, he forgot Fu Yanshen's usual intimidating presence and stubbornly defended himself:

"Uncle! Manli isn't that kind of person! It was my fault, I..."

That's enough.

Fu Yanshen interrupted him, his voice carrying a chill.

"From this day forward, manage your people well and fulfill your responsibilities."

"If I see you being unreasonable again—you don't need to touch that Fu's overseas project anymore."

Fu Jingming's face turned deathly pale instantly.

That was the key to his hard work and establishment in the Fu family business over the past six months!

He opened his mouth, but caught a fleeting ruthlessness in Fu Yanshen's eyes, and ultimately dared not utter another sound.

She glared at Liu Yunshu secretly, as if all the embarrassment was caused by her.

"Sit down." Fu Yanshen's tone was calm, yet it exuded an undeniable authority.

Fu Jingming almost instinctively sat down as instructed.

Fu Yanshen's gaze fell back on Liu Yunshu.

Those deep, pool-like eyes still revealed no emotion, but the chilling aura they had previously exuded seemed to have faded somewhat.

As his gaze swept past her fingertips, which were subtly clenching the hem of her skirt, a faint, gentle light seemed to flash in his eyes, so fleeting it was almost an illusion.

Liu Yunshu clearly felt that gaze, her heart felt as if it had been lightly tickled by a feather, followed by a strange burning sensation.

She looked up to meet his gaze, her eyes meeting his unfathomable depths, causing her eyelashes to flutter slightly.

In those eyes filled with helplessness, a barely perceptible trace of dependence flickered, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz: "Uncle Fu..."

The way he addressed her, with its soft, sweet tone, made Fu Yanshen's Adam's apple bob almost imperceptibly.

He gave a soft "hmm," subtly withdrawing his gaze, the icy coldness in his eyes softening slightly.

His fingertips slowly and deliberately caressed the cuff button again, every subtle movement revealing a calm and composed control over the whole situation.

He turned to Old Master Fu, his tone regaining some of the respect due to a junior: "Dad, thank you for taking care of the family matters. Let's begin the banquet."

Grandpa Fu nodded in satisfaction, his eyes filled with gratification as he looked at Fu Yanshen.

This is how a descendant of the Fu family should be: calm and decisive, far more reliable than that impulsive young man, Fu Jingming.

"Okay, I feel at ease with you here."

Fu Yanshen nodded slightly, but his gaze inadvertently swept over Liu Yunshu once again.

She kept her eyes downcast, and the soft pink dress accentuated the slender and graceful lines of her neck, making her look like a gentle swan with her head bowed.

But in a corner where no one could see, a faint, cunning blush crept up the corner of her eye.

Like a poppy blooming silently in the dark, beautiful yet dangerous.

Fu Yanshen's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and a barely perceptible ripple spread across his deep, pool-like eyes.

This seemingly docile kitten clearly hides sharp claws, yet it insists on putting on the most innocent look, making people's hearts itch.

The banquet continued.

Fu Jingming was intimidated by the warning he had just received and dared not approach Su Manli rashly again.

However, he didn't give Liu Yunshu a kind look, and just sat alone in the corner, silently drinking.

Su Manli hesitated several times before speaking, but was forced back by Fu Yanshen's cold gaze. She could only force a smile, but the resentment in her eyes grew deeper and deeper.

Liu Yunshu held a glass of juice and sat quietly next to Grandpa Fu, occasionally responding to the elder's concern in a gentle voice, looking obedient and docile.

Only in those lowered eyes did a trace of nonchalant detachment remain.

She could feel Fu Yanshen's gaze falling on her from time to time.

That gaze was so intense, so aggressive, that it sent a chill of excitement through her very bones.

Halfway through the banquet, Liu Yunshu excused herself to go to the restroom and quietly left the table.

The old house's corridors are deep and quiet, with warm yellow string lights casting dappled shadows on the blue brick floor.

A faint scent of gardenias wafted on the evening breeze, gently swaying her skirt.

Just as I reached the corner, my wrist was suddenly grabbed.

An irresistible force pulled her into his arms, and the crisp scent of pine needles mixed with a faint smell of tobacco enveloped her instantly.

Fu Yanshen pinned her against the carved pillar, his tall figure completely covering her, as if building an impenetrable wall.

"You're so sharp-tongued in front of me, but why do you act like a pitiful victim when you're with other people?"

His voice was deep and husky, with a playful magnetism, and his warm breath brushed against her earlobe, sending a shiver of pleasure through her.

His fingertips caressed her slender wrist, the rough calluses on his fingertips brushing against her soft skin, burning as if they were about to leave a mark.

His dark eyes reflected her panicked expression, yet a deep, possessive desire surged within them.

Like a beast that has been lying in wait for a long time, finally baring its fangs.

"Uncle Fu..."

Liu Yunshu's voice trembled slightly, like a string of a zither shivering in the wind.

A sly glint of triumph flashed across his eyes, which Fu Yanshen keenly caught.

"A pretentious little fox."

Fu Yanshen chuckled softly, the vibrations from his chest transmitted through their pressed bodies, making Liu Yunshu's ear tips turn red.

He applied slight pressure with his fingertips, pulling her wrist towards his chest, instantly closing the distance between them.

Their noses almost touched, their breaths mingled, and the cool cedar and sweet rose scents blended together in a mesmerizing way.

Liu Yunshu tilted her head back, and the crimson hue at the corner of her eyes became even more vibrant, like a flame dipped in honey.

"How did Uncle Fu know I was faking it? Maybe... I'm really scared."

Her voice was so soft it seemed like you could squeeze water out of it, but her fingertips quietly rose and gently traced his bobbing Adam's apple.

Like a kitten tentatively scratching its prey, it carries a rebellious provocation.

The moment that slightly cool touch brushed against his Adam's apple, Fu Yanshen's whole body tensed up, and the possessiveness in his eyes instantly ignited.

This subtle movement was like a spark falling into dry grass, instantly igniting his long-suppressed desire, making his blood boil.

He suddenly grabbed her wriggling wrist, his strength firm but careful not to hurt her.

His thin lips pressed down, his hot breath almost brushing against hers, his voice hoarse and nearly broken: "Afraid? I think you're quite bold."

My fingertips slowly moved up her wrist, across her delicate forearm, and finally stopped at her chin.

The fingertips gently caressed that soft skin, conveying an undeniable sense of control.

The flames in his eyes burned brighter, illuminating the cunning light in her eyes, like two intertwined flames, dangerous and scorching.

"I'll stay at the old house tonight," he said in a low, clear voice, "I miss you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips, giving it a light bite with a hint of punishment; the touch was both hot and numb.

Liu Yunshu trembled all over, feeling weak as if she had been electrocuted, and her body unconsciously pressed closer to him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingernails lightly tracing his back, with a hint of provocation.

Her lips brushed against his earlobe, her voice sweet as honey, yet concealing a sharp edge:

"But I'm Fu Jingming's fiancée... Uncle Fu, this is incest."

"incest?"

Fu Yanshen chuckled softly, the vibrations in his chest carrying a deadly allure.

"The Fu family's rule is that a formal marriage is the most important. But it never said... that one cannot marry someone else through a formal marriage."

His fingertips slid down her waistline and slipped beneath the soft, misty pink hem of her skirt.

He stroked her delicate skin, every movement exuding an undeniable possessiveness. "Liu Yunshu, look at me."

She looked up and met his unfathomable eyes.

The flames blazed inside, illuminating her flushed cheeks, her eyes filled with a cunning and dependence that intertwined like vines.

Like a dodder clinging to a big tree, it is both delicate and tenacious, pure and alluring.

She gently stroked his Adam's apple with her fingertips, her voice soft as a lover's whisper: "Uncle Fu, how would you like to change it?"

"Of course..."

Fu Yanshen's thin lips pressed down, their heat intense, gently rubbing against her lips.

"Let Fu Jingming let go on his own."

The kiss came suddenly and deeply, sweeping over all her senses like a storm.

His kiss carried the madness of a celibate breaking their vows.

He possessed both an irresistible control and a long-suppressed desire, kissing her until she was almost breathless.

Liu Yunshu's mind went blank, and she could only passively endure it, but her body responded honestly.

Her tongue tentatively entwined with his, like an inexperienced yet alluring kitten, rubbing against him until he gradually lost his reason.

After a long while, Fu Yanshen finally released her, their foreheads touching, their breathing heavy.

The flame in her eyes had not yet died down, reflecting her reddened eyes and slightly swollen lips, and a trace of barely perceptible tenderness flashed across her eyes.

"Be a good girl and wait for me in the room tonight," he said, his fingertips tracing her lips, his voice deep and resolute, "I will come to find you."

Liu Yunshu's cheeks were flushed like ripe cherries, but her eyes gleamed with a cunning light.

She tiptoed and quickly pecked him on the lips, then pushed him away and ran off like a kitten that had successfully stolen some fish.

A soft, misty pink skirt swept across the blue bricks, leaving behind a wisp of sweet rose fragrance and a soft laugh drifting in the wind:

"Uncle Fu, don't keep me waiting too long."

Fu Yanshen watched her graceful figure disappear into the distance, his smile deepening, the warmth and fragrance of her still lingering on his fingertips.

He raised his hand and gently touched his lips, where her softness and sweetness seemed to still linger.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his possessiveness burned intensely in his eyes—

What a cunning and alluring little fox!