A faint smile appeared in Yun Xinyan's eyes.

My family's concubine has already begun to protect her.

She liked her protective and doting concubine very much.

Fu Qingxiao raised her eyes, but her gaze fell indifferently on someone not far away, and said: "When you go to someone else's house, there are some basic manners that I shouldn't have to teach you."

Worried that Yan Sile would affect her son, Fu's mother rushed to the restaurant and happened to overhear Fu Qingxiao's words.

I silently gave him a thumbs up in my heart.

"Ah Xiao, guests are guests. Sile, if you haven't eaten yet, I'll have someone make you another serving." With that, he instructed someone to prepare breakfast.

Yan Sile smiled faintly and sat down elegantly opposite Fu Qingxiao.

A half-smile appeared on Yun Xinyan's lips.

Yun Xinyan wasn't wearing makeup; her bare face made her look even more approachable, and even a bit more youthful. She wasn't very old to begin with, only twenty years old, but now she looked more like a tender eighteen-year-old girl.

She wore her hair in a half-bun, with some long hair hanging down slightly. This made her look approachable and cute, with a touch of adorable softness.

Yun Xinyan quickly tidied up her dishes, just as the servant who brought breakfast said somewhat flusteredly in a low voice, "Young Madam, let me do it."

From Yan Sile's perspective, Yun Xinyan and the servant appeared to be conversing, and a hint of disdain appeared on her face.

As expected, she was just a nanny hired by the family. Brother Xiao would never look down on someone of that status.

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Yan Sile's eyes.

Unexpectedly, Yun Xinyan turned around gracefully, carrying a small dessert in her hand, and walked towards Fu Qingxiao, a faint smile on her lips.

"These are my carefully baked cookies, Mr. Fu, would you like to try some?" She held a small piece of cookie between her slender, long fingers and brought it to Fu Qingxiao's lips.

Yun Xinyan smiled charmingly, her smile alluring, seductive, and tinged with a touch of languor.

"I baked these myself. I'll be sad if Mr. Fu doesn't eat them."

The woman's exquisite and beautiful face was now so clean that all adornments seemed superfluous and cumbersome.

But her eyes revealed a hint of grievance, like a kitten's.

[System 250: Acting cute in public is shameful!]

[Yun Xinyan: Mind your own business!]

"How heartbroken are you?" His voice was somewhat cold, but his face still showed a hint of curiosity, or perhaps the aggrieved look in a woman's eyes.

Even though I knew she was faking it, I still felt a little sorry for her.

Such behavior would be considered as coaxing by those who know Fu Qingxiao well.

Yun Xinyan raised her eyebrows slightly and frowned. Even if Fu Qingxiao was slow to notice, he could tell that Yun Xinyan was trying to provoke Yan Sile, but he was still willing to indulge her.

Yun Xinyan casually took off her apron, revealing the black vest she was wearing underneath. Her slender, fair arms looked exceptionally white against the black vest.

She pulled up a chair and sat down next to Fu Qingxiao this time. Under the table, her smooth, delicate feet roamed restlessly over Fu Qingxiao's insteps.

Those beautiful peach blossom eyes shimmered with a faint watery light, exuding a captivating, alluring, and unrestrained charm that was simply irresistible.

"Mr. Fu, how could you bear to make me sad? I prepared breakfast for you first thing this morning."