Duanmu Ci lived on the eleventh floor of "Jingyuan" by the Huangpu River. While reciting Su Wuyu's poem, Duanmu Ci sincerely thanked the man named Elisa Graves Audis, who had invented the elevator...

A teacher carried Su Wuyu out of the wooden elevator and knocked on his own front door.

"Why is my master so late? Do you know how late I am..." Bu Tongxun, who came to answer the door, suddenly stopped talking and looked warily at the woman lying on her master's back.

Bu Tongxun's expression was unpleasant.

Duanmu Ci felt a headache coming on. "She was drunk and had nowhere to go, so I took her in for the night. It's that simple, nothing else!"

Seeing that Bu Tongxun still looked unconvinced, Duanmu Ci waved his hand, "Never mind that for now. Take her to the bathroom to shower, then find some clothes for her to wear. That's settled!"

Bu Tongxun wanted to say something, but before she could open her mouth, Duanmu Ci interrupted her, "You can say whatever you want after you finish your work!"

Bu Tongxun glared at someone resentfully, then roughly lifted Su Wuyu up and helped her towards the bathroom. Soon after, the sound of running water came from inside the bathroom.

Duanmu Ci sat on the rounded corner sofa in the hall, pondering the meaning of Su Wuyu's words, "My father is dead." It's normal to feel grief upon learning of the death of a close relative. However, Su Wuyu's behavior, while tinged with sadness, also carried a strange quality, as if her relationship with her father... hadn't been so good...

It's such a complicated relationship, so tangled and complicated. Perhaps only Su Wuyu knows the truth about it—Duanmu Ci was curious.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't be curious about such things, as it's inappropriate for his age... But Duanmu Ci happens to have a gossipy streak and a strong curiosity about certain things, though there's certainly an element of deliberate motive involved—

Curiosity keeps you young.

Duanmu Ci sat on the sofa drinking tea and waited for a while. Then the sound of water stopped, and Bu Tongxun took out a few clothes from her bedroom, preparing to change Su Wuyu. Duanmu Ci also waited outside the bathroom, because the guest room was on the second floor, and Bu Tongxun was definitely not strong enough to carry her up; she would need his help.

Sure enough, after Bu Tongxun changed Su Wuyu's clothes, she opened the frosted glass door of the bathroom and said to Duanmu Ci with a depressed look, "Please carry her upstairs, sir."

Duanmu Ci slipped inside and found Su Wuyu wearing a pink hllktty nightgown. After a hot bath, her face was rosy and glowing, completely devoid of her usual cold and aloof demeanor, instead exuding a tranquil, homely charm.

Duanmu Ci reached his hand under Su Wuyu's legs and carefully lifted her up in a princess carry. Her body was so light that Duanmu Ci was taken aback.

"You must be very happy to be able to have physical contact with such a beautiful woman, sir," Bu Tongxun said sourly from behind.

Duanmu Ci didn't need to turn around to guess what Bu Tongxun's expression was. "Instead of saying these two sentences, you might as well go upstairs and make up someone else's bed first."

Bu Tongxun, “…” Other people’s beds… Hehe.

Duanmu Ci carried the person upstairs, laid them flat on the bed, tucked them in, closed the door, and left.

Duanmu Ci rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on—how to explain things to Su Wuyu when she woke up tomorrow was another problem. Just thinking about Su Wuyu's cold face made Duanmu Ci want to sneak out and stay in a hotel to avoid running into her the next day, especially since they were in the same office…

This is really unpleasant.

Bu Tongxun stood silently beside Duanmu Ci, as if waiting for something.

Duanmu Ci knew exactly what she was waiting for—an explanation: "A few of my colleagues and I went out drinking, and she got drunk. We weren't comfortable sending her to a hotel, so I let her stay for the night—it's that simple."

This explanation seemed reasonable, and Bu Tongxun was ready to believe it. However, upon thinking about the woman's appearance, she suddenly became suspicious again.

A man brings a drunk woman home late at night—what a perfect script…

Perhaps my very existence is the only flaw in this script...

Duanmu Ci didn't want to say anything more and turned around directly. "I'm going to take a shower. If you have any questions, come to the bathroom and ask me—as long as you don't mind."

Bu Tongxun stomped her foot angrily and went back to her room to sleep.

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In the cold winter, the sun always seems to arrive late. Haishan, located in the mid-latitudes of eastern Asia, welcomed its first rays of sunlight around 7:00 AM, and dawn broke.

"ah!!!!"

As expected, a scream rang out at an extremely high decibel level on the second floor.

Hearing the sound, Duanmu Ci, who was having breakfast in the lobby downstairs, trembled slightly, and a drop of milk spilled from his lips, but he calmly continued eating his breakfast.

Wearing pink cartoon pajamas and barefoot, Su Wuyu ran out of the house in a panic. Looking around, she spotted a colleague having breakfast downstairs. Her expression calmed down slightly, but she still seemed very nervous. "How did I get here?"

Duanmu Ci didn't answer her question, but instead held up his milk glass and gestured towards her from afar, "Teacher Su, would you like to come down and have breakfast together?"

Breakfast was prepared by Bu Tongxun. Ever since this woman became Duanmu Ci's "housekeeper," Duanmu Ci had said goodbye to his daily routine of going to the steamed bun shop for breakfast.

Su Wuyu descended the escalator step by step, demanding, "Where are my clothes? Who changed my clothes?" This question was crucial; if the man in front of her had changed her clothes, wouldn't she have been at a huge disadvantage?

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