His long, beautiful fingers intertwined tightly with Ye Zhiwei's. Ye Zhiwei had no idea that interlocking fingers could be so tender and intimate. Jiang Jianian even held Ye Zhiwei's hand to his lips and gently kissed it. His gaze towards her was as hot and passionate as his kiss.

Ye Zhiwei covered her lips with the back of her hand holding her phone, not daring to look at Jiang Jianian.

He was flirting with her.

Her cousin hadn't even hung up the phone yet, and he was already flirting with her like this.

"Little cousin?" Ji Shuli's voice came from inside.

Ye Zhiwei took several deep breaths to calm her voice before she said, "I'm here."

“I’ve never been through this door. Why is it locked? Could this be the kitchen? Stop cutting fruit and check if the kitchen door is locked. I’ll be right outside. Oh, and where’s Jiang Jianian? You can have him open the door.” Ji Shuli seemed oblivious to anything amiss. Ye Zhiwei blushed shyly, but she still managed to say in a normal tone, “Okay, I’ll have Jiang Jianian open the door.”

Ji Shuli refused to leave.

Outside, seemingly still unwilling to give up, he turned the doorknob several times.

Ye Zhiwei's heart almost stopped. She was worried that Ji Shuli outside the door would notice, but at the same time she couldn't help but find Jiang Jianian sexy. She really didn't dare to look at him. She was too shy. She never expected that Jiang Jianian could look at her so—embarrassingly—even while kissing her clasped hands.

It seems they've finally teased him enough.

Jiang Jianian then let go of his hand.

Ye Zhiwei was so teased that she covered her face with both hands and refused to look at Jiang Jianian.

Jiang Jianian whispered, "Ye Zhiwei, if we don't open the door soon, Ji Shuli will start to get suspicious."

How dare he bring this up? How could he possibly have the nerve to do it?!

Ye Zhiwei covered her face, still feeling embarrassed and angry. She avoided looking at Jiang Jianian and said in a low, angry voice, "Who did this?"

"It's my fault."

"It's all your fault." Ye Zhiwei pushed him.

Jiang Jianian responded, not denying it.

She removed her hands from her face, but she was still too embarrassed to look at Jiang Jianian. She glanced at him and quickly looked away. After a while, she said, "You can't do this. You have to control yourself."

"Ye Zhiwei," he suddenly called out to her.

"Hmm?" Ye Zhiwei was surprised by his sudden seriousness.

“I’ve already restrained myself enough.” Jiang Jianian looked at Ye Zhiwei, took her hand again, his emotions churning, and asked in a low, slightly hoarse voice, “Can I be a little less restrained? Would you like to experience it?”

This person!

Ye Zhiwei was stunned for a moment. She couldn't believe that Jiang Jianian could flirt with someone so seriously. This time, she really ran away. "Don't tease me! Also—my cousin is still outside. Hurry up and open the door for him. I'm going to cut some fruit!"

Ye Zhiwei ran away.

Jiang Jianian saw that Ye Zhiwei was still blushing when she ran away, but he just laughed and didn't bully her anymore.

He straightened his slightly disheveled T-shirt, calmed himself down a bit, and opened the door.

Ji Shuli was about to call Ye Zhiwei again when the door opened unexpectedly.

Ji Shuli raised her eyebrows while holding her phone and said, "I knew it must be this one. I've been looking for so long, I've almost walked all over the place. If I keep going around in circles, I'll have to go back. This floor is quite big. If I had known I would get so confused, I would have just let you take it directly."

Jiang Jianian was not interested in Ji Shuli's words and responded with a cold and perfunctory attitude.

Ji Shuli: This brat is always asking for a beating. Sometimes I really want to punch him.

Even though the young master Ji was very unhappy and wanted to teach Jiang Jianian a lesson, he couldn't help but think of his previous crushing defeat in fencing and how two of his friends were almost killed by Jiang Jianian.

Ji Shuli silently put the idea aside: for the sake of her little cousin's money, she would not argue with Jiang Jianian for the time being.

Ji Shuli went into the kitchen.

“This kitchen is quite spacious, no wonder you couldn’t hear me fiddling with the door just now,” Ji Shuli remarked. “By the way, is the tea in the refrigerator? Take me to get it. Is my little cousin cutting fruit in the kitchen? She’s so careless. I was so scared of her, I had to save her several times. Luckily, after you came with me, Uncle didn’t seem too suspicious.”

Jiang Jianian seemed to realize it was Ji Shuli before he came in with Ye Zhiwei. He glanced at Ji Shuli, did not refuse her, and led her to get the tea.

After taking the tea, Ji Shuli planned to take another look at Ye Zhiwei. She saw Ye Zhiwei holding a fruit knife and trying to cut a watermelon with terrible technique. The watermelon was rolling around and Ye Zhiwei hadn't even managed to cut it open.

Ji Shuli was about to tease Ye Zhiwei when Jiang Jianian stepped forward, grabbed Ye Zhiwei, and frowned, saying, "The way you're holding the knife is too dangerous. I shouldn't have let you cut the fruit. It's my fault. Give me the fruit knife, I'll cut it myself."

This concerned tone made Ji Shuli, who was originally going to mock Ye Zhiwei's fruit-cutting skills, feel quite embarrassed.

Ye Zhiwei hadn't expected that Jiang Jianian would bring Ji Shuli over so soon after she came in. She hadn't fully recovered from her shyness yet, and her face was still a little red. After obediently handing the fruit knife to Jiang Jianian, Ye Zhiwei left the space to Jiang Jianian and walked to Ji Shuli's side.

The brother and sister stood together by the kitchen counter watching Jiang Jianian cut a watermelon with a fruit knife.

The watermelon that had been wobbling and rolling around in Ye Zhiwei's hands became very obedient in Jiang Jianian's hands.

Jiang Jianian skillfully cut the watermelon in half, revealing its juicy, bright red flesh. The two halves of the watermelon were perfectly aligned. Not only were the two halves perfectly aligned, but every slice of watermelon that Jiang Jianian cut next was the same size, with no discernible difference.

Even slicing a watermelon is done so neatly and cleanly, with perfect alignment. Ye Zhiwei sighed that Jiang Jianian's hands were becoming increasingly underutilized, while also lamenting that she herself was somewhat useless.

"Xiao Jiang's knife skills are pretty good. This watermelon is cut almost like a machine cut it." Ji Shuli seemed a little shocked and couldn't help but sigh. Then he glanced at Ye Zhiwei and laughed, "But speaking of which, little cousin, you've been in the kitchen for so long and you've been messing with the watermelon, but you haven't even cut it? I can't help but wonder what you've been doing in the kitchen? Slacking off?"

Ye Zhiwei coughed and immediately said, "You—what do you mean? I wasn't cutting a watermelon at all! I was clearly being—"

"What?"

"Cough!" Sure enough, people tend to speak when they get emotional. Ye Zhiwei stopped abruptly, and after a while, she had to grit her teeth and say, "That watermelon was so round and so big that it rolled around when I was cutting it, which is why I didn't cut it properly."

"How come Xiao Jiang cuts so well?" Ji Shuli couldn't help but tease Ye Zhiwei. After teasing her, she glanced at Ye Zhiwei and said with a smile, "Little cousin, why is your face so red? Did I say something to you and you got angry?"