The room fell silent for a moment.

When Fu Jinxiao saw Shen Xingsui's conflicted and shy gaze, his eyes narrowed slightly. As intelligent as Fu Jinxiao was, he immediately understood what Shen Xingsui had misunderstood. However, after a moment's thought, a mischievous smile appeared on Fu Jinxiao's face. He not only did not explain, but also swaggered over.

The man's legs were long and slender, and every step he took made Shen Xingsui more nervous.

Finally, Fu Jinxiao stopped on the sofa beside him and leaned down, bringing the two of them extremely close. This was enough for Shen Xingsui to see his cool and aloof eyes up close. He had never even noticed before that when Fu Jinxiao's eyes were close, a slightly dark blue would appear. This shade of blue was more beautiful and captivating than any blue Shen Xingsui had ever seen.

Shen Xingsui's breath was filled with Fu Jinxiao's scent. He whispered, "You..."

"What about me?" Fu Jinxiao leaned against the sofa, a faint smile playing on his lips. He moved closer, his voice deep and magnetic: "You don't want to?"

Shen Xingsui's face turned bright red, and he stammered, "I...I'm not mentally prepared yet."

Fu Jinxiao's smile deepened, and then he chuckled softly, the low laughter coming from his chest. He lowered his head and smiled gently. This seemed to be the first time Shen Xingsui had seen him laugh so heartily, so openly, completely different from his previous fake smile that always carried a hint of kindness. It was more like the joy of a naughty boy who had successfully pulled off a prank.

...

Fu Jinxiao raised her head, her amorous phoenix eyes slightly raised, her tone sexy and teasing: "I didn't realize you had so many thoughts about me, Comrade Xiao Shen."

!!

Shen Xingsui realized he had been overthinking things, and he felt so embarrassed he felt like he was burning up.

Fu Jinxiao picked up the clothes again and put them next to him, saying, "Alright, hurry up and go wash up. It's still raining outside, you might catch a cold if you don't wash yourself."

Shen Xingsui felt even more ashamed after hearing this. He felt that he had simply made something up out of nothing, stirred up trouble, and indulged in wishful thinking, which was utterly disgraceful: "Oh, oh! It's a cold..."

To his surprise, Fu Jinxiao's words were not the end. The man smiled and looked down at the person on the sofa, chuckling, "Otherwise, what good things are you thinking about?"

Shen Xingsui said in shame and indignation: "No, no, I think about everything!"

He couldn't stay there any longer. Clutching his clothes, he rushed into the bathroom without looking back. When he turned on the water, he was so nervous that he turned on cold water instead. This sudden drenching woke him up, and he even exclaimed in surprise.

Fu Jinxiao's voice came from outside: "What happened? Should I come in?"

Shen Xingsui almost exploded: "No, no need, I'm fine!"

As Fu Jinxiao listened to the chaotic sounds inside, the smile on his lips deepened. Shen Xingsui seemed to have a kind of magic; whenever he was around him, he would feel very happy. He had met many outstanding people—those with excellent looks, those with outstanding talent, those who were quirky and clever, and those who were witty and humorous—but none of them could make him feel relaxed.

No burden.

There was no pressure.

Fu Jinxiao sighed inwardly. He wondered if Shen Xingsui hadn't been shy and resistant, but had instead been very enthusiastic in showing his affection, would he have agreed?

It wasn't that he was arrogant over the years. People in the industry would use all sorts of means to climb up to him. He had seen too many dirty souls and appearances and felt disgusted. He never gave a second thought to people who offered themselves to him. He had long seen through the filth of the entertainment industry. Even though he knew that as an only child he would get married sooner or later, he never intended to consider people in the industry.

but……

What if it were Shen Xingsui?

The answer is unknown again.

…

Shen Xingsui took a shower and calmed down considerably.

If he had known he would make such a fool of himself, he would never have come as a guest. Wearing the clothes Fu Jinxiao had given him, he came out of the bathroom and immediately smelled the aroma of food. He was starving after a long day, and following the smell, he found the kitchen on his own.

Fu Jinxiao turned around when she heard the voice: "I'm cooking fish, do you eat spicy food?"

Shen Xingsui nodded.

"I guessed you'd eat too." Fu Jinxiao put the lid back on. "Go check if the food's ready. You can wash your hands and eat first."

Shen Xingsui quickly said, "I'll help."

Fu Jinxiao watched as he obediently went to look at the rice cooker, then carefully found the dish rack, set the tableware, and busied himself back and forth, not idle at all, just like a little wife.

After serving the rice, Shen Xingsui noticed that there were already two dishes on the table: stir-fried shredded potatoes, a dish of green vegetables, and a large bowl of tomato and egg soup. There was even a fish stewing in the pot. He said, "I'll serve the dishes."

Fu Jinxiao waved her hand: "Just sit down, this is hot, don't burn yourself."

Shen Xingsui had no choice but to sit there.

Fu Jinxiao timed it perfectly, and soon brought out the fish, saying slowly, "It's not good to order takeout on a rainy day, so I just made something quick. Make do with this."

Shen Xingsui thought to himself that this was acceptable, but he quickly shook his head: "This is already very lavish. I never thought that you would cook for yourself at home in private."

Fu Jinxiao seemed to understand what he was thinking and smiled: "In your heart, should I be waited on hand and foot?"

Shen Xingsui choked up; he had once made this guess.

Fu Jinxiao naturally picked up a piece of fish for him. His somewhat aloof features looked particularly handsome amidst the smoky aroma of the food. It seemed as if they had used this smoky atmosphere to shorten the distance between them: "When you're out and about, there's no need to be so particular. I'm usually working outside and rarely come back. There's no need to hire a housekeeper, so I can do a little bit of everything myself. As long as I don't starve, that's fine."

Shen Xingsui looked at him casually, but he was very clear about the hardships he had endured. So he ate with extra care, finishing the whole bowl of rice. After finishing his meal, he said, "I'll wash the dishes!"

Fu Jinxiao said, "There's a dishwasher inside, just put it in."

Shen Xingsui nodded and said, "Okay, then you go take a shower."

The words were spoken naturally, but something seemed off. After saying them, Shen Xingsui herself felt that something was wrong, and then she glanced at Fu Jinxiao again.

Fu Jinxiao smiled and, unusually kind enough to let him go, nodded and left.

Shen Xingsui breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly cleaned up the dishes and then wiped the kitchen and dining table clean before stopping. Since Fu Jinxiao hadn't told him where he would sleep tonight, he didn't dare to wander around and could only stay in the living room. There were many albums and merchandise on the bookshelf in the living room, so he walked over and looked at them carefully.

The collection here is even more complete than his original one, and there are even some rare group photos and souvenirs. One of them caught Shen Xingsui's attention. It was a picture of Fu Jinxiao when he was very young. He was wearing very simple clothes and was probably singing. There was a thin layer of sweat on his face. The picture was blurry and there were not many audience members. But he still made a cool gesture to the camera in the crowd.

He was so engrossed in watching that he didn't hear a sound behind him.

Fu Jinxiao asked, "What are you looking at?"

Shen Xingsui's hand trembled as he held the photo, almost dropping it. He quickly said, "Hello, I just finished washing the dishes and had nothing to do, so I saw this shelf and came over to take a look..."

Seeing how nervous he was, Fu Jinxiao said slowly, "I didn't say you couldn't see it."

"This is a performance I did with my band in a shopping mall 13 years ago." Fu Jinxiao's face rarely showed a look of reminiscence as she looked at the photo and said, "It was quite a mess, wasn't it?"

“I know you’ve always worked very hard,” Shen Xingsui said. “You’ve always been a role model for me.”

Fu Jinxiao smiled and said, "I'm not as glamorous as you imagine."

This is the first time that someone who always maintains an excellent image and is extremely guarded and calculating has said to another person, "I'm not what you think I am."

After speaking, Fu Jinxiao quietly observed the young man in front of her.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and raindrops left winding trails on the glass windows. The sound of the rain seemed to envelop the entire town, making it somewhat noisy.

Shen Xingsui lowered her head and muttered softly, "I don't admire you just because of your glamorous appearance."

Although the rain was loud outside, Fu Jinxiao heard it clearly.

Shen Xingsui looked up at him, meeting the man's dark and deep eyes. He stared at Shen Xingsui for a moment, then smiled and said, "If the person standing in front of you right now was still this ordinary, disheveled person, would you still say such a thing?"

He'd heard plenty of sweet talk; ordinary compliments no longer moved him.

He thought Shen Xingsui would pledge his loyalty, but to his surprise, he said, "But this photo shows that you are no ordinary person either."

Fu Jinxiao was taken aback.

"The stage design is great, and your camera presence is amazing, especially when the lights come down, you look so cool." Shen Xingsui kept talking while looking at the photos. "And this, did you design this pose for the audience? Even though there are teammates behind you, you still stand out so much, you're not ordinary at all."

Many people may only notice the somewhat disheveled singer standing on the stage, surrounded by almost no one, while others only see him through the photos.

Shen Xingsui stared intently at the photo, a smile spreading across his face. His clear, youthful voice said, "I think Teacher Fu has always been amazing, not just in music, but also in film and acting. I really admire you and have always wanted to learn from you!"

Fu Jinxiao raised an eyebrow.

He had heard many people confess their love and express their affection. After hearing so many, he naturally became numb to it. However, after Jian Xingsui's sincere words, he felt an inexplicable surge of joy in his heart.

Is it true that the flattery of someone you're more fond of is more appealing?

In short, Fu Yingdi's mood did indeed improve because of these words.

Looking down at the person beside him, the warm yellow light fell on him, as if enveloping him in a gentle circle. The quiet rainy night seemed to make one's heart more sensitive. The person beside him was clearly unguarded and completely dependent on him.

Fu Jinxiao's wicked nature kicked in again. He leaned back on the sofa, looking down at Shen Xingsui, and asked when Shen Xingsui was completely off guard: "What exactly do you want to learn from me?"

“Our two families have a good relationship, and your aunt has repeatedly told me to take good care of you. You’ve called me ‘teacher’ for so long, so if you want to learn, I won’t hold back.” He took a step closer to Shen Xingsui, slightly bending down to be at her level. A gentle smile graced his handsome face, his tone slightly teasing, his voice low and magnetic: “How will you learn? Through words and actions?”

Shen Xingsui was taken aback.

Even though he knew they were talking about serious study matters, his face couldn't help but slowly turn crimson.

Why……

But it's really hard not to have impure thoughts.

Just as Shen Xingsui was thinking about what to say, his phone rang. He quickly searched around the sofa and finally found it. When he answered, he found it was his manager: "Hello, Sister Wang?"

Wang Meican said, "Ah, Sui Sui, I heard you say you might find the original sheet music recently. Have you found it? I was a little worried that something might have happened to you because you haven't called me, so I called you first to ask if you're okay."

Shen Xingsui forgot!

He felt very guilty and quickly and obediently replied to his agent, "I'm fine, Sister Wang. I'm sorry I encountered some things after I came out that delayed me. I was thinking of calling you earlier. I got the sheet music; it's with me."

Wang Meican breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, you don't need to apologize to me. As long as you're alright, that's all that matters. I heard that Jin Xiao went to pick you up, right? Where are you now? Did he take you out to eat? Are you home now?"

Shen Xingsui hesitated for a moment and looked at Fu Jinxiao.

Fu Jinxiao nodded, indicating that he could say so, since he hadn't had time to do anything.

Shen Xingsui honestly said, "I'm at Brother Fu's house. There's a traffic jam and it's raining outside. This street is very close to where Brother Fu lives, so I came to visit him."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

quite a while

Wang Meican exploded: "What?!"

Shen Xingsui felt like her eardrums were about to shatter. Wang Meican stammered, "You're at his house? How did you get there...Suisui, are you alright?"

Shen Xingsui asked in confusion, "I'm fine."

Wang Meican finally breathed a sigh of relief. She rubbed her forehead and sighed that Shen Xingsui was still too young. What traffic jams and fear of rain? Could that old fox Fu Jinxiao be so kind? In all these years, let alone rain, even if it was hailing, he had never taken anyone back to his private residence. Wasn't this just like being carried off to the wolf's den?

Wang Meican lowered her voice and said, "Sui Sui, it's not that I'm criticizing you, but you're out here. Even at Teacher Fu's house, you have to be careful about your personal safety. You can't let your guard down..."

Before she could finish speaking, a low chuckle came from the other end of the phone, followed by Fu Jinxiao's deep voice: "What do you mean by 'dropping'?"

Wang Meican froze.

"Go on," Fu Jinxiao raised an eyebrow. "I want to hear more."

"..."

Wang Meican hesitated for a moment, then chickened out: "Ahem, what I mean is, Sui Sui, could you take a picture of your original manuscript and send it to me? I'll contact the PR team to discuss a solution."

Fu Jinxiao looked down at him: "Where did you put your original manuscript?"

Shen Xingsui subconsciously pointed to the suitcase next to her.

Fu Jinxiao naturally reached for the box. Only when the box was in his hand did Shen Xingsui belatedly realize something: the box contained not only manuscripts, but also Fu Jinxiao's own album, limited edition photo figurines, and autographs! How embarrassing would it be if the person in question opened these things? He'd probably be arrested as a stalker!