"Young Master," Wang Ma chimed in, "Miss Zhizhi probably ate too fast and got bloated."

"In that case," Qi Shen pondered for a moment, gently touched the girl's small face, and said in a warm tone, "After you finish eating, I'll take Zhizhi for a walk."

"Okay," Fang Zhi agreed without hesitation.

Taking a walk is better than seeing a doctor; it won't give you away.

It wasn't that she didn't want to eat more; it was because the dance dress was her birthday gift after the college entrance exam. Her body had grown a bit in the past two years. The dress length was fine, but the chest area was a little tight, so to maintain her figure, she couldn't eat much these days.

During his meal, Qi Shen glanced at the little girl next to him several times; she was staring intently at her phone.

Sometimes she would purse her lips and smile slightly, sometimes she would pretend to be thinking, as if something on the screen was particularly attractive to her.

Qi Shen frowned slightly and put down his chopsticks.

Just as Fang Zhi was engrossed in reading the captions, a cold, pale hand with prominent blue veins reached out in front of her and snatched her phone away.

She paused for two seconds, then looked up and met his eyes.

The man's thin lips curved into a refined smile. "What is Zhizhi looking at? Why are you looking at it so intently?"

Just as Fang Zhi was about to return the phone, Qi Shen had already looked at the text on the screen:

1. Life is short, so laugh while you still have teeth.

2. I spent 100 yuan to have my fortune told, and the master told me that I only have one life.

3. You have a butt and so do I; we're destined to be together.

Qi Shen: "......"

He was speechless for a moment, then lifted his eyelids and glanced at Fang Zhi, who seemed to have done something wrong, with amusement, and laughed, "I didn't expect Zhi Zhi to be interested in these things."

Fang Zhi lowered her head again, her voice soft and gentle, "Brother won't be angry, will he?"

"Won't."

Qi Shen parted his thin lips and uttered two words, only to be proven wrong a second later, his eyes darkening instantly upon seeing the fourth one.

"Zhizhi." His smile vanished, his narrow eyes behind his glasses revealing no emotion. He turned his phone screen over and asked casually, "Do you know what this means?" as if the calm before a storm.

Fang Zhi, who was closest to him, didn't miss the fleeting chill emanating from the man. She glanced silently at the screen:

The steel wool speaks of forbearance.

He lowered his head again and honestly said, "I don't know."

Qi Shen narrowed his eyes, realizing that the girl wasn't lying.

He gave a faint "hmm," and said, "You should watch less of that junk stuff in the future." Just because he, as a young nobleman, doesn't avoid dirty and messy things doesn't mean he's unaware of them. This statement is exactly the kind of tricks played by the middle class or nouveau riche.

It would be an insult to a little girl's eyes to see this.

Fang didn't know if there was anything wrong with his statement, but he nodded anyway and whispered, "I understand."

Qi Shen turned off the phone and handed it back to her. It wasn't until the man finished his meal that he realized he hadn't looked at the phone again.

The sun has completely set.

After taking Fang Zhi for half an hour around the villa, Qi Shen returned home, washed up, and spent some time cuddling with her before embracing her and falling asleep.