I have a lot of dating skills.

Zhao Wei nodded and continued, "But I knew that Zhao Fei had feelings for you, yet I didn't stop her. In other words, your relationship was with my permission beforehand, and she is such a beautiful woman; even I envy her charm."

She paused, looked at Xin Yu, and said seriously, "As a boy, it's perfectly normal to develop feelings for her, especially since she's not related to me by blood. Xin Yu, I can't condone your ambiguous interactions while expecting you to be unmoved by her charm. If I thought that way, I would be too selfish."

Although she said those words, Zhao Weijing couldn't help but show sadness on her face, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

Xin Yu stood there, stunned.

"Sorry..." she hurriedly wiped her eyes, "It feels like I got sand in my eyes..."

Xin Yu reached out and hugged her. The girl paused, stopped moving, and just sat quietly in his arms, no longer crying. She whispered, "So Xin Yu, this really isn't your fault."

Xin Yu didn't know what to say, so he could only say, "You've been so good to me, I'll feel guilty for the rest of my life."

"Then treat me well for the rest of your life," Zhao Weijing said softly.

"Ah."

The two embraced for a long time, then Zhao Weijing suddenly broke free, her face slightly flushed: "Let's go out. If we stay here for so long, they'll definitely think we were doing *that*. It's so embarrassing."

Xin Yu laughed and said, "Are you still afraid of being shy? Aren't Yingxi and Jiamin very familiar with you?"

"Even so, it won't work." The girl's face turned even redder, like a ripe red apple, but she didn't refute that she wasn't familiar with Yingxi and the others.

"Okay, let's go out."

Xin Yu stood up. Zhao Weijing hesitated for a moment, then grabbed his hand, looking as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself. Finally, she turned her face away shyly and asked, "How far have things progressed between you and her?"

Xin Yu gave a half-smile: "I thought you didn't want to know."

The girl blushed shyly and shook his phone, pleading, "Hurry up and tell me!"

She really cared about this. Even though she said she didn't blame Xin Yu, the thought of the two of them actually sleeping together made her feel very sad and breathless.

Xin Yu patted her head: "Don't worry, it's not that bad."

This is true. Xin Yu suddenly felt very fortunate that he hadn't taken Zhao Fei in Shanghai, otherwise he would have had to deceive the young girl again.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Weijing breathed a sigh of relief, and a joyful smile couldn't help but appear on her lips.

Seeing the girl's joyful expression, Xin Yu felt a surge of tenderness in his heart.

He rubbed the girl's head for a moment and said, "I want to cooperate with Zhao Fei to cure her aversion to men as soon as possible. Also, you know what she did to me, I've already told her."

"You told her?" Zhao Weijing was so shocked by Xin Yu's decision that she almost jumped up, her face filled with panic.

"Why did you tell her? Waaah, what am I going to do now? I don't know how to get along with her anymore." Zhao Weijing tugged at Xin Yu's clothes, looking at him pitifully, feeling utterly heartbroken.

"I said it by accident," Xin Yu said apologetically.

"What...did she react?" Zhao Weijing couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"About the same as you are now."

"Uh..." After a moment of stunned silence, the girl suddenly covered her mouth and laughed.

"What's wrong with you? Did you get so angry that you went crazy?" Xin Yu quickly touched her forehead.

"No, I just... I just want to laugh when I think about how panicked she looked. She's never acted like that in front of me before." Zhao Weijing's words carried a sense of satisfaction.

It seems she harbors a deep resentment towards Consort Zhao. Xin Yu thought to himself.

"So, what do you want to say about my decision?" Xin Yu asked again.

Zhao Wei was silent for a moment, her small hand unconsciously brushing her hair aside. After a while, she sighed softly and said, "I was the one who asked you to treat her in the first place. Now you're just planning to do as I said... I hope that once she stops hating men, she can quickly find someone to marry."

Xin Yu was overjoyed. Zhao Weijing's words meant that she agreed. Although it wasn't a definite answer yet, it was already good enough. What more could he ask for?

"I will definitely cure her." Xin Yu said seriously, holding the girl's shoulders.

The two left the room and went downstairs.

Downstairs, Zhao Fei was directing the nannies to clean. When she saw them coming down, her gaze inadvertently fell on Zhao Weijing, only to find Zhao Weijing staring at her with a strange look. She panicked, turned her back, and directed the nanny in front of her: "This place is still a bit dirty, come and mop it."

Zhao Weijing was very nervous when she came downstairs to see Zhao Fei, so nervous that she clung to Xin Yu's arm.

But seeing Zhao Fei's guilty expression, he suddenly calmed down, and a sense of vengeful pleasure welled up inside him.

Zhao Weijing's eyes flickered, and she whispered in Xin Yu's ear, "Xin Yu, I want to... talk to her."

Xin Yu was startled and turned to look at her, but the girl winked at him mischievously.

“This…” Xin Yu was in a dilemma, mainly because he didn’t know what Zhao Weijing was doing. Wouldn’t it be best if everyone just kept in tacit understanding about this?

"Is it okay?" Zhao Weijing shook his arm.

Seeing that the girl didn't seem angry, Xin Yu calmed down, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

Zhao Weijing smiled, as if she had received a beloved toy, and ran back upstairs after saying a few words.

"Then let her go to my room, and I'll wait for her there."

Watching the girl disappear like an elf, Xin Yu smiled wryly, then turned to look at Zhao Fei, who was frequently watching this side, but pretending to supervise the nanny cleaning.

Zhao Fei must be feeling very uneasy right now, after all, she stole a treasure from a younger member of the family. As for Zhao Weijing, although she was very angry, she found a different kind of happiness in facing her guilty and indebted parents.

This is the resentment accumulated over more than a decade of being bullied. If she could vent it, or even turn the tables and ride on Consort Zhao's head, it would be a kind of life achievement for the young girl.

I'm sorry, Consort Zhao, I may not be able to protect you from now on.

Xin Yu pondered silently as he walked up to Consort Zhao.

Consort Zhao then turned to look at him and asked calmly, "What is it?"

She was a little confused and uneasy. Zhao Weijing had clearly gone downstairs with Xin Yu just now, so why did she suddenly run back upstairs?

"Wei Jing wants to talk to you and wants you to go to her room," Xin Yu told her truthfully.

Zhao Fei's heart skipped a beat, and her previously calm expression instantly turned panicked. "What did you say to her?"

"Most of the time, except that we already knew each other about this, so she wanted to talk to you about it."

"How could this happen..."

Zhao Fei's eyes were vacant as she muttered to herself. Then, she stared at Xin Yu with hopeful eyes, as if grasping at the last straw: "You said you would handle it."

She really didn't want to talk to Zhao Weijing about anything; the topic alone made her feel embarrassed and uncomfortable.

“I’ve already taken care of it. She just wanted to talk to you.” Seeing that she was really reluctant, Xin Yu added, “Zhao Fei, it’s okay.”

Zhao Fei frowned, glanced at the second floor, and finally took a deep breath. "Alright, I'll go."

She climbed the stairs step by step, as if heading to a battlefield.

Xin Yu hadn't planned to go upstairs, but he couldn't calm down and felt restless downstairs. In the end, he had no choice but to go upstairs, only to find that Zhao Weijing's door was tightly closed.

"I'd better not eavesdrop," Xin Yu muttered to himself before entering the guest room.

In the guest room, Huo Yingxi and Bei Jiamin were playing on the computer. The two of them were sitting around the computer, looking intently at something.

Xin Yu walked behind them and was speechless. The screen showed pictures of beautiful women, but there was something extra about them, and their clothes were all different: policewomen, nurses, bunny girls, and teachers.

Although the beauties were dressed differently, they were all bound with ropes, and their postures varied.

It turned out that the two were studying this kind of art.

They seem really engrossed in it, so let's not disturb them, especially Bei Jiamin. Wasn't she always so proper? How come she's watching this now? Sigh, the world is going to the dogs.

"Master, you've arrived."

As if sensing her master's presence, Huo Yingxi turned around and greeted him joyfully.

Bei Jiamin snapped out of her daze, first glancing at Xin Yu in shock, then frantically covering the computer screen with her body, as if that would prevent her from being discovered for doing something wrong.

Xin Yu nodded, and seeing Bei Jiamin's embarrassment, he smiled and said, "I think this policewoman uniform is quite unique and suits Jiamin's temperament very well. Let's do it like this next time."

"Don't make decisions so suddenly!" Bei Jiamin slammed her hand on the table in anger, her face turning red.

"Oh?" Xin Yu frowned slightly and asked her in a consultative tone, "Then next time, can we use a policewoman and a rope?"

Bei Jiamin blushed and said in embarrassment and indignation, "Of course not, do you even need to say it?"

"Jiamin, you're not allowed to talk to your master like that," Huo Yingxi scolded, then said to her master with a show of her treasure, "Actually, Yingxi has already bought all the clothes, just waiting for your master to have time. Although Jiamin is stubborn, she is actually looking forward to your master's visit again."

"Oh, is that so? I'm really looking forward to it."

“Sister Yingxi…” Bei Jiamin was almost in tears.

After shooing the distraught Bei Jiamin, whose legs were tightly pressed together, downstairs, Xin Yu sat down in front of the computer to play, while a maidservant served him and massaged his shoulders.

"Master, how is the situation?" Huo Yingxi asked curiously.

"It should be fine, right?" Xin Yu said, a little uncertain.

Huo Yingxi tilted her head, somewhat puzzled, but since her master said so, it should be fine.

……

Reaching the door of Zhao Weijing's room, Zhao Fei hesitated, glancing back at the stairwell. Xin Yu hadn't followed, so she had to go in alone.

Consort Zhao sighed inwardly, then her eyes hardened as she pushed open the door.

In the room, Zhao Wei was quietly reading a book, her posture just as before.

Zhao Fei paused, her eyes glazed over, as if she saw a little girl sitting quietly, concentrating on her homework. Slowly, the little girl grew up, becoming a little loli, then a big loli, and finally overlapping with the figure of the girl in front of her.

Zhao Fei snapped out of her reverie, and at that moment, Zhao Weijing, who was reading, put down her book, turned her chair, and faced her.

"You've finally arrived."

"I am coming."

After exchanging a few words, the two fell silent again, and an invisible aura seemed to linger in the air.

Zhao Wei glanced at the woman in front of her. Her beautiful black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, her eyebrows were arched, and she had a pair of captivating eyes that were charming and affectionate. She had a delicate nose, cherry-like lips, and her cheeks were as clear as jade. Her skin was as white as snow, and her figure was perfect and tall. She looked exactly like the woman who had appeared before her back then.

At that time, her smile was so gentle, her caring tone had a magical power to soothe people, and even the way she held my hand was so warm.

She loved her new home. She had left the cold and indifferent orphanage and moved into a magnificent villa, where the lady of the house was an elegant woman.

Everything was so beautiful, but time is truly a magic reagent. Beneath the dreamlike surface lies a sense of loss, as if the world were being used as a tool.

Coming to their senses, the two remained face to face, silent.

"You've been eyeing Xin Yu for a long time, haven't you? That time you looked at my phone and forced me to trick him into coming home and admitting he was my boyfriend, all so you would have a legitimate reason to get close to him."

Many things become clear now, and Zhao Weijing's tone inevitably carried a hint of resentment.

Consort Zhao did not deny it: "What are you trying to say?"