The Feng family at night.

Feng Guiyu was in his study upstairs, while Liu Nian was sitting on the sofa in the living room.

The ice cream stains on the long sofa are gone now.

Feng Guitu was still restless.

Feng's mother is still attending a gathering of her circle of wealthy women and did not come home for dinner tonight. She called the family driver to pick her up, and they are almost home.

After finishing her meal, Liu Nian stayed downstairs watching TV and eating fruit.

Feng Guitu suddenly rushed down from upstairs, which startled her.

"Niannian, when Mom comes back later, you must speak up for your second brother. His life depends on you." Her voice was pitiful.

Liu Nian glanced at the spot where the popsicle had touched; there was no trace left.

"Brother, everything's alright, isn't it?"

Feng Guitu looked like he was about to cry: "You don't understand Mom's eye. She can spot anything that's even slightly off."

Liu Nian blinked, indicating that she disagreed with Feng Guitu's statement.

Because she had never seen that Feng's mother had such a sharp eye as he described.

"Sigh!" Feng Guitu sighed, then suddenly remembered something, slapped his thigh, and looked at Liu Nian: "Niannian, what's going on between you and your older brother?"

Liu Nian: "..." You only just remembered to ask!

However, Liu Nian pretended to be clueless: "Nothing's wrong!"

Feng Guitu looked at her suspiciously, but Liu Nian's expression remained unchanged; he really couldn't tell.

"Then why did you two come back hand in hand today?"

Meteor waved her hand: "Did you think there was something more between us than siblings when you held my hand last time?"

Feng Guitu stared wide-eyed. The twenty-something business tycoon looked like an innocent young boy, his thoughts written all over his face.

It really does seem quite out of place with his current identity.

"That's different! I know my brother's personality..."

"Daughter! Mom's home!"

Before Feng Guitu could finish speaking, he was interrupted by his mother's loud voice appearing at the door.

Let's look back at the passing years and the journey home together.

It was visibly that Feng Guitu's posture had become more upright.

Liu Nian could even sense his tension.

Feng Guitu cast a pleading look at her.

Liu Nian gave him a faint look, then smiled and greeted the wealthy woman who was walking towards them.

"Mom, did you have fun today?"

Feng's mother brought over bags and packages, her smile never fading.

"I had a great day today. I'll take you next time." She said, handing all the bags and purses to Liu Nian: "These are all the prizes I won with my card skills. I'm giving them to my daughter."

Liu Nian's eyes lit up, and he thanked her as he accepted the gift.

Just as she was unpacking, Feng's mother finally had time to give some to her youngest son, who was sitting awkwardly to the side.

"What are you still doing here?" Her words were full of disdain.

Liu Nian paused in unpacking, glancing at the sealed return journey.

If Feng Guitu were even slightly smarter, he would have made the best move to leave at this point. Instead, this filial son smiled and looked at his mother with a fawning expression.

"Mom, it's just that we haven't seen you for the past few days, so Niannian and I have been waiting for you to come back! Haha!" He became more and more guilty as he spoke, and Liu Nian could tell from his expression that this matter would be discovered sooner or later.

Feng's mother naturally noticed that something was wrong with Feng Guitu.

"You didn't do something heinous outside, did you?!"

Well! Only a mother like Feng would think of her son this way.

Feng Guitu wasn't angry at all; instead, he smiled even more obsequiously: "How could that be?"

Feng's mother looked at him suspiciously, then suddenly her eyes sharpened as she stared at a spot on the sofa next to Feng Guitu. Because of the distance, she even moved a little closer.

Liu Nian felt restless again, as if he were about to embark on a journey home.

Feng's mother reached out and touched the spot where the popsicle had gotten on her skin, looking at it repeatedly.

Liu Nian became nervous because of what she did.

This mother of the letter can't be as sharp-eyed as Feng Guitu said, can she?

"I feel like there's something off about this sofa today," she suddenly said suspiciously.

Feng Guitu took a deep breath and turned his gaze to Liu Nian.

Liu Nian received his plea for help and, thinking that Feng Guitu had been genuinely good to her, decided to help him.

Although it's unknown what the consequences would be if Feng's mother found out that Feng Guitu had spilled the popsicles on her beloved sofa, judging from Feng Guitu's current state, the consequences would probably be quite severe.

She didn't even bother opening the New Year's gift. She walked over and spoke somewhat shyly.

"Mom, I'm so sorry! My second brother was startled by my older brother and me when he was eating an ice cream today, and the ice cream accidentally fell onto the sofa."

One sentence dragged all three of them into it.

What Liu Nian said is also true. Feng Guitu was so surprised when he saw her and Feng Guiyu that he couldn't even hold onto the popsicle.

Liu Nian said this, and everyone thought that Feng's mother would punish all three of them together because they were all at fault. But instead, she directly called Feng Guiyu, who was working upstairs.

There was also a cleaning lady doing the housework; the five of them gathered together.

Mrs. Feng sat on a single sofa with a grim expression, with her nanny sitting next to her. Standing in front of them were the two Feng brothers and Liu Nian.

Mother Feng: "Tell me what happened!"

There was a moment of silence after he finished speaking.

Liu Nian lowered her head slightly and remained silent.

Feng Gui always kept to himself and avoided getting involved in matters that didn't concern him.

Although being punished by his mother to stand in the corner was like being interrogated as a criminal, he didn't get angry at all, and even had the mood to pay attention to Liu Nian's every move.

Upon noticing the little girl's restless little hands tugging at his clothes, he reached out without thinking and took her delicate, pale hand in his.

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