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

Fu Yanshen followed her gaze, and a chill instantly settled in his eyes.

He unconsciously tightened his grip on Liu Yunshu's hand, his tone as cold as ice: "Don't dirty your eyes."

Fu Yanshen only got out of the car after the two figures had completely disappeared around the street corner.

He walked around to the passenger side, smoothly opened the car door, his palm still warm, and completely enveloped her slender hand, holding it firmly.

"Let's go. This restaurant's steamed grouper is cooked to perfection; let me show you."

Liu Yunshu let him lead her into the restaurant.

The warm lamplight, like a veil, descended, enveloping the two people's tightly clasped fingers and casting a tender shadow on the ground.

After taking his seat, Fu Yanshen, without needing a menu, expertly ordered several signature dishes from the waiter.

I also specially added a bowl of warm and soothing stewed bird's nest with rock sugar and snow pear.

He looked up and saw her eyes lowered in silence, so he asked casually, "Seeing them makes you unhappy?"

Liu Yunshu rested her chin on one hand, then suddenly looked up, her eyes gleaming with mischievous glint: "Uncle Fu... are you jealous?"

Fu Yanshen's eyebrows twitched slightly, and a faint, almost playful smile appeared in his deep eyes: "Jealous of him?"

He paused, then said calmly but firmly, "He's not important enough."

Liu Yunshu was amused by his domineering manner, so she simply got up, walked around the table, and nestled lightly into his arms.

"President Fu is quite confident."

Fu Yanshen pulled his arm in, locking her firmly against his chest.

His palms rested on the soft curves of her waist, unconsciously caressing her through her clothes.

The sweet scent of roses wafted from her hair, mingling with the lingering sweetness of osmanthus cake from the car, lingering around her nose.

This softened his originally taut jawline almost imperceptibly.

"Towards one's own woman,"

He lowered his head, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe, his voice low and husky like fine wine, "No need to be modest."

She paused slightly, her words carrying a dangerous undertone, "Or perhaps, you're actually hoping I'll be jealous of you?"

Liu Yunshu rubbed her cheek against the fabric of his expensive suit, her fingertips lightly hooking the buttons on his shirt, a sly glint in her eyes.

"I'm just curious... what's Uncle Fu like when he's jealous?"

Fu Yanshen chuckled softly, the sound of which resonated slightly in his chest.

He lowered his head, his nose lightly brushing against her forehead, his eyes as deep as the midnight sea, turbulent undercurrents: "You really want to know?"

His fingertips gently lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

His fingertips brushed against her soft lips, the calloused texture sending a shiver down his spine.

His voice was even lower, with a seductive quality to it:

"Then you try it. Try getting close to other men and see if I get jealous."

"Or rather, see how I'll make you remember what you should and shouldn't do."

Liu Yunshu's heart skipped a beat, but she deliberately raised her chin, a provocative smile playing in her eyes, and boldly traced her fingertips across his Adam's apple:

"Is Uncle Fu threatening me?"

"It's a warning."

Fu Yanshen's hand suddenly tightened.

He lowered his eyes, a dark undercurrent surging within them, and his usually aloof and cold demeanor was tinged with a fierce glint.

But when he saw the playful smile in her eyes, he forcibly suppressed it, turning it into a helpless sigh, "Little fox, don't play with fire."

His lips were only inches from her forehead, his warm breath brushing against her skin.

The crisp scent of cedar and tobacco sent a shiver down her spine.

Liu Yunshu deliberately straightened her back, leaned closer to his ear, and spoke in a voice as soft as cotton candy, yet with a hint of thorns:

"I love playing with fire, especially 'iceberg fire' like Uncle Fu."

Her tongue darted quickly across her lower lip, her eyes arched upwards, exuding a natural allure.

"The more dangerous the game, the more addictive it is, isn't that right?"

Fu Yanshen's Adam's apple bobbed heavily, his gaze fixed on her glistening lips, his eyes so dark they seemed to seep ink.

He raised his hand, his fingertips pressing with restrained force against that alluring softness: "Addicted?"

He let out a low chuckle, laced with a dangerous undertone, "After we finish eating... I'll show you what true 'addiction' really means."

The slightly rough fingertips caressed her lips, bringing a strange sensation. Liu Yunshu couldn't help but tremble slightly, and her cheeks flushed even more.

She opened her mouth and lightly bit his fingertip, her voice tinged with a coquettish reproach: "Mr. Fu, are you threatening me again?"

"It's a reminder."

Fu Yanshen withdrew his hand, the warmth and moisture of her lips still lingering on his fingertips.

He lowered his head and placed a very light kiss on the corner of her lips, like a feather brushing against her skin, yet carrying a burning possessiveness.

"Remind my little darling not to be too naughty, otherwise, I wouldn't mind letting you experience the consequences of disobedience right here in this private restaurant."

Just as they finished speaking, the waiter brought in the dishes, breaking the ambiguous and sticky atmosphere between the two.

Liu Yunshu remained nestled comfortably in his arms, even raising her eyebrows at him triumphantly. A hint of indulgence flashed in Fu Yanshen's eyes as he gently pinched her soft cheek, his touch tender and full of doting affection.

When the waiter brought the steamed fish, Fu Yanshen held her arm tightly without loosening his grip, only gesturing with his eyes where to place it.

At the same time, he gently patted her hip with his palm and said in a tender tone, "Eat first, stop fooling around."

Liu Yunshu refused to comply, her fingertips hooking the collar of his shirt and pulling it down slightly, her eyes glowing with a peach-blossom-like light red, like a spoiled cat.

"No. I want Uncle Fu to hold me and feed me."

She licked her lips, her voice so soft it could melt water, "Otherwise, no matter how fresh the fish is, I won't have an appetite."

Fu Yanshen's Adam's apple bobbed, and his gaze fell on her lips, which were glistening in the lamplight, his eyes darkening even more.

He didn't say anything, but simply picked up the serving chopsticks and took a piece of the freshest and most tender fish.

He carefully removed the small thorns, then held it to her lips, his voice hoarse as if soaked in honey: "Open your mouth."

Liu Yunshu smiled smugly, obediently opened her mouth and took the fish meat in, the delicate texture melting on her tongue, and the delicious soup overflowing.

She squinted, like a satisfied little animal, and rubbed her cheek against his chest, her voice muffled:

"Delicious... Uncle Fu's skill in picking out the thorns is truly excellent."

Fu Yanshen chuckled softly, gently wiping away a drop of glistening soup from the corner of her mouth with his fingertip: "Eat more if you like it."

As he spoke, he picked up another piece and served it to the patient with great care.

His eyes were filled with deep affection, and he served her a small bowl of crystal-clear bird's nest soup, handing it to her.

"It's gentle and nourishing, so use it while it's still warm."

He himself barely touched his chopsticks, spending most of the time serving her food.

"Fu Yanshen, why aren't you eating?" Liu Yunshu swallowed her food and looked up to ask him.

"You're not calling me 'Little Uncle' anymore?"

Fu Yanshen lowered his eyes, gently brushing the tip of her nose with his fingertips, a smile playing in his eyes.

"Watching you eat is more enjoyable than eating it myself."

After saying that, he symbolically picked up a piece of green vegetable from the edge of her bowl and chewed it slowly.

Their gazes remained fixed on her, as if she were the most enticing delicacy.

Liu Yunshu felt her ears burning under his intense gaze and reached out to cover his eyes: "Don't look, eat your food!"

Fu Yanshen let her cover his eyes, her warm palms resting on his eyelids, carrying a faint scent of roses.

He chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest traveling through their skin to her palm: "Okay, whatever you say."

He reached out and grasped her unruly wrist, gently pulling it down.

His fingertips entwined with hers, their fingers intertwined, while he picked up his chopsticks with his other hand and continued eating.

A faint smile always played at the corners of her lips, even the coldness in her eyes was softened into gentleness.

With his hand tightly held, Liu Yunshu could only lower her head and eat the bird's nest in small bites.

The sweet taste slid down her throat, and a sudden glint of malice flashed in her eyes.

"Uncle Fu," she said, scooping up a spoonful of glistening bird's nest, her face beaming with smiles, "please try some."

As she spoke, she brought the spoon to his lips.

Fu Yanshen raised his eyes, his gaze full of indulgence, and lowered his head slightly to receive it.

In a flash, Liu Yunshu twisted her wrist and put the spoon into her mouth.

Before he could react, she had already reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, hooked her arm down, and leaned up to kiss him.

I passed the warm and sweet bird's nest to my mouth.

Fu Yanshen's pupils suddenly contracted, and he instinctively grabbed her waist.

Their previously cool breaths instantly turned hot, and the kiss deepened as the other took the initiative.

The sweetness of bird's nest mingled with the delicate sweetness of osmanthus cake on her lips and teeth, creating a harmonious blend on their tongues.

He could clearly feel the softness of her lips, and the mischievous initiative she exuded.

Liu Yunshu was almost breathless from his kiss.

The air around me was filled with the crisp scent of cedar foliage, mixed with a faint smell of tobacco.

She instinctively gripped his shirt tightly, her fingertips trembling slightly, yet she was unwilling to show weakness.

She boldly flicked his tongue with her tongue, a gesture tinged with provocation.

Fu Yanshen chuckled softly, the sound so loud it made her eardrums tingle.

He stepped back slightly, his fingertips caressing her lips, which were reddened from the kiss.

His eyes simmered with an intense, unyielding lust and possessiveness.

"You're getting bolder, huh?"

His thumb gently pressed against her lower lip, watching the soft lips slightly indent before springing back into their alluring curve.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently.

"Using bird's nest as a pretext to seduce me, Liu Yunshu, are you really that impatient?"

Liu Yunshu's eyes were red at the corners, and her misty eyes held a hint of triumphant cunning.

"Didn't Uncle Fu say he had plenty of patience to play dirty with me? I was just returning the favor."

She reached out and hooked her hand around his tie, gently tugging to pull him closer until their noses touched and their breaths mingled.

"What's wrong, Mr. Fu can't handle it?"

Fu Yanshen was completely enraged by her provocation.

He lowered his head and bit her lip, the force carrying a punitive meaning.

Yet, she carefully controlled it, leaving a faint tooth mark: "Can't catch it?"

His voice was dangerously husky as his fingertips traced the delicate skin of her neck.

"Tonight, I'll show you what it means to be able to handle things, what it means to... pay the price for playing with fire."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed her again.

This kiss was completely unrestrained, burning with a wildfire-like intensity, as if it wanted to devour her.

He only reluctantly stepped back when Liu Yunshu's breathing became completely disordered.

Looking at her reddened eyes and slightly swollen lips, her eyes were full of a satisfied yet domineering smile.