He was so careful, his forehead pressed intimately against mine, his thin lips caressing and gently kissing mine, his expression so tender and affectionate. How could I possibly be angry? I whispered:

"No."

He touched my forehead again, thinking I had a fever and wasn't feeling well.

“You must be tired. Just rest at home. I’ll go by myself.” He let go of me and said gently.

I walked to the entrance hall before him to change my shoes, only to find him still standing there, stunned.

"Let's go!" I urged him.

The man's lips slowly curved upwards, his smile reaching his eyes, making him both handsome and charming.

He came up to me, half-squatted down, and patiently helped me tie the laces on my British-style brown leather shoes.

Tender as water, bowing down in submission.

...

In early winter in Beijing, street vendors sell roasted chestnuts and sweet potatoes, filling the chilly air with a warm atmosphere.

I was walking along the roadside, eating a steaming hot roasted sweet potato. Fu Yanshen, as always, walked on my outside, protecting me.

When we arrived at the supermarket entrance, he stood in the wind to shield me from the wind and waited for me to finish eating before we went in.

In the setting sun, Fu Yanshen, dressed in a suit and tie, looked impeccably dressed, with a long black coat over his outfit. His handsome face, with one-third mixed-race features, was charming and attractive to men, women, young and old, and he always turned heads.

Everyone looked at me with envy.

"There's only one bite left, I can't eat anymore." As I spoke, I brought the remaining roasted sweet potato to his mouth. Fu Yanshen bent down and ate it without a care in the world.

He took the paper bag containing the roasted sweet potatoes from my hand, walked to the trash can next to me, and threw it away for me.

I smiled, pursing my lips.

He walked up to me, put his arm around my shoulder, and followed me into the supermarket.

As the escalator went up, I noticed a cute little girl sitting in a supermarket shopping cart on the escalator next door that was going down.

The adorable little figure, dressed in a red down jacket and with a small bun behind each ear, was so cute that I couldn't take my eyes off it.

Just then, a thrilling scene unfolded.

The girl's father took his hand off the shopping cart, looking down at his phone while typing with both hands, as the shopping cart slid down the steep escalator.

The little girl, still oblivious to the world, looked around curiously.

"Fu!" I shouted instinctively, my heart leaping into my throat, as if someone had taken my breath away.

Fu Yanshen, who was next to me, seemed to have noticed it beforehand. He flipped over and jumped to the next stall. When I turned around, I saw that he had stopped the shopping cart from sliding down!

Seeing that the little girl was unharmed, I breathed a long sigh of relief, and my heart finally settled down.

Other passersby also had a false alarm.

"DouDou!"

"How do you take care of the child?" Fu Yanshen asked the little girl's father in a cold voice.

He looked like he was about to punch someone.

He's never been one to meddle in other people's business, especially not in situations like this, so I went against the flow.

"Exactly! How could you be watching the child like that? It was so dangerous just now!"

"This dad is so irresponsible, watching live streams of beautiful women while taking care of his child!"

Several older women were criticizing the father. When I went to Fu Yanshen's side to take his hand, I found that his fists were clenched tightly.

"Fu Yanshen?"

I looked up and called out to him.

He snapped out of his daze, his hostility dissipated, and he took my hand in return, leading me to continue walking uphill.

I quietly gazed at his profile, recalling the moment he had just saved the child without hesitation, and couldn't help but squeeze his hand tightly.

My cousin-in-law always mentions him whenever she contacts me, saying that he often visits Xiao Miaomiao and Kele, buys them toys and picture books, and even personally teaches Xiao Miaomiao to roller skate and plays basketball with Kele, who is already in the third grade.

When she told me all this, I couldn't believe it. Fu Yanshen could be so loving and patient with children, especially other people's children.

...

After returning to No. 7 Courtyard from the supermarket, Fu Yanshen, carrying two large eco-friendly bags, entered the elevator with me.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a large hand wearing an expensive watch blocked the gap.

The spotless silver metal door slowly opened, and a tall, upright man walked in, bringing with him a faint smell of tobacco.

The moment I looked up, his handsome, mature face came into view.

My eyes lit up, and I recognized him instantly.

Ouyang's ex-husband, Ye An'an's father.

Beneath his striking, sword-like eyebrows, his deep, bright eyes seemed to be scrutinizing me; he possessed a noble air and an imposing presence.

"Minister Ye."

Fu Yanshen, who was standing next to him, greeted him, his tone clearly showing a degree of respect.

minister?

It turns out he was a high-ranking official.

He nodded slightly. "Yan Shen, is this... your girlfriend?"

Fu Yanshen: "My lover."

His answer was both concise and fluent.

Minister Ye's gaze fell on me again. I smiled and said respectfully, "Hello!"

"Are you Ouyang's friend?" he asked me again, taking out a cigarette case from his pocket, pulling out a cigarette, holding it between his fingers, but not lighting it.

The faint smell of smoke felt strangely familiar, and I stared at him, lost in thought.

It wasn't until Fu Yanshen hugged my waist tightly that I came to my senses. "Yes, Ouyang and I are very good friends."

He looked at me, seemingly lost in thought.

At that moment, the elevator doors opened.

He finally came to his senses and stepped out of the elevator first.

After I stepped out of the elevator, he was walking towards the end of the corridor. His leather shoes made a dull sound as they stomped on the marble floor. He had a powerful and unique aura, as if an invisible force was permeating the surroundings.

Looking at his back, a similar scene vaguely appeared in my mind, only the back in my memory was much taller, like a high mountain.

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