When Gu Chengyu says he's going to pursue someone, he means he's serious about it.

Early in the morning, Su Qianqian stepped out of her bedroom and heard a series of clanging sounds, as well as a faint smell of burning.

She walked to the kitchen doorway, and what she saw made her eyes widen in surprise.

Gu Chengyu's noble aura was completely out of place in the kitchen.

He was bent over in frustration, frantically trying to deal with the two burnt eggs in the pan, his brows furrowed tightly.

"Ayu?"

Su Qianqian's soft, sweet voice rang out: "What are you doing?"

Gu Chengyu turned around at the sound and saw the little girl with messy hair at the door. An embarrassment flashed across his face, but he still obediently said, "I wanted to make you breakfast."

He appeared calm on the surface, but his slightly reddened ears betrayed his unease.

Su Qianqian looked at the mess on the kitchen counter and the wretched egg in the pot, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She walked over and couldn't resist gently hugging his strong waist from behind, pressing her face against his broad, warm back, her voice filled with laughter:

"You need to use low heat when frying eggs, and you can't use too little oil. Besides, you've poked it all over, so it looks more like scrambled eggs."

Gu Chengyu froze, not daring to say that he hadn't poked the shovel, but that the shovel was too difficult to flip, and after flipping it many times, it ended up like this.

He casually turned off the stove, his large hand covering her slender arms wrapped around his waist, his tone both annoyed and self-righteous: "Trouble! I'll have Aunt Zhang come up and do it."

God knows, Aunt Zhang and the cook had just been kicked out by him.

...

Afternoon in the study.

Su Qianqian curled up in the soft sofa, engrossed in reading a thick book on acting theory, her face slightly tense, occasionally making a mark with a pen.

Gu Chengyu sat behind his desk dealing with the pile of documents. His father and Assistant Zhao had made countless phone calls, and only today did he have the mind to look at company matters.

But his gaze kept drifting involuntarily to the figure on the sofa.

After looking at it for a while, he finally couldn't help but put down the document, get up and walk over, sit down next to her, and stretch out his long arm to pull her into his arms.

"Aren't your eyes tired after looking at this for so long?" he asked softly, his chin gently brushing against the top of her head.