Aunt Qi led Song Xingyao to Fu Siming's room and introduced her to him.

The room features a minimalist black and white design, exuding a business-like atmosphere.

Song Xingyao thought to herself: This man's room is as cold as he looks. Aunt Qi led Song Xingyao on a brief tour before going downstairs to prepare lunch.

Seeing that Fu Siming was still sitting on the sofa in the same position, Song Xingyao couldn't help but chuckle. This man had such strong self-control, but she quickly returned to normal.

"Young Master, I'll go prepare lunch." Aunt Qi bowed slightly to Fu Siming.

Fu Siming nodded. "Come here."

Song Xingyao walked over. There was a paper bag on the table. Pei Jing had just delivered something; inside was a brand new cell phone and an envelope.

He opened his phone's contacts, and only Fu Siming's name lay there quietly. He opened the envelope and poured out a black card, presumably Fu Siming's supplementary card.

“You’ll be living here from now on. If you need anything, just tell Aunt Qi,” Fu Siming said in a deep voice.

"Um...can I go out to work?"

"No need, the card has no limit."

"Then I..." Song Xingyao wanted to say something more, but the impatience in Fu Siming's eyes became increasingly obvious.

His unyielding expression silenced her, and she replied, "I understand."

Neither of them spoke at the dinner table; they silently finished their meal.

Fu Siming walked out of the living room door, and Song Xingyao watched his figure slowly disappear from sight. Then she stared blankly at the closed door for a long time.

After the meal, she habitually stood up to clear the dishes, but Aunt Qi came forward to stop her: "Young Madam, you don't need to clear the dishes. You can go and rest. If you want to go out, you can press intercom 3. Assistant Pei just told me that the young master has arranged for Old Xu to be with you."

Song Xingyao felt awkward upon hearing this form of address and said to Qi Ma, "You don't need to call me Young Madam, just call me Xingyao."

Aunt Qi smiled kindly, "This is inappropriate, young mistress. I've been taking care of the young master here for so long, and this is the first time I've seen him bring a woman home."

Song Xingyao remained expressionless. Although a fleeting joy crossed her heart, she quickly realized that even if she were taken home, to him she would be no different from any other woman outside.

Song Xingyao didn't understand why Fu Siming proposed to marry her, especially when she was at her most vulnerable, but she was willing to stay by his side for a while.

One afternoon, Song Xingyao curled up on the sofa, unsure of what she could do there.

The motion-activated doorbell suddenly rang.

She looked up at the doorway and saw Fu Siming appear, still warm from the setting sun. The golden sunlight cast a halo around his figure, and the warmth melted away his coldness. In that instant, she saw a touch of tenderness in his eyes.

Song Xingyao stood up to greet him, and they acted like any other normal couple. Fu Siming's cold eyes brightened, and he chuckled, "You're getting into character pretty quickly."

Song Xingyao stopped what she was doing: "I'm sorry, I..."

Upon hearing her words, Fu Siming's expression immediately turned cold. "Just adapt to your role."

"good."

That night, Song Xingyao lay nervously in bed.

Listening to the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, she had never experienced love before, but at this moment, she blushed because of this ambiguous scene.

She saw an exquisite wine bottle on the bedside table, its opening sealed by a piston, which made her reach out.

She gulped down the pale yellow, translucent liquid, the pungent alcohol making her cough repeatedly. One mouthful after another, Song Xingyao's face flushed red.

Fu Siming walked out wearing a bathrobe, the belt loosely tied at the waist. Water droplets slid down his collarbone, and the steam rising from the bathroom added to the man's mystery.

Song Xingyao looked up and saw this erotic scene, then squinted at him.

Seeing Song Xingyao's flushed face and her eyes glazed over with the smell of alcohol, Fu Siming stepped forward, snatched the wine glass from her hand, drank the last drop of wine, and then grabbed her wrist and pinned her down.

The hot breath he exhaled landed on Song Xingyao's face.

Without much effort, she broke free of the man's restraints, her bold hands climbing up his neck and intertwining. Her fingers, like feathers, lightly brushed against Fu Siming's ear. Fu Siming leaned down and gently kissed away the spicy drop of blood from the corner of her mouth.

Feeling the soft touch, Song Xingyao seemed dissatisfied and tightened her grip, then kissed Fu Siming's lips haphazardly.

Fu Siming's remaining rationality collapsed in an instant, like a vampire enjoying his feast in the night, gently kissing her fair neck.

A faint pink tinge remained on his lips and tongue before he whispered in Song Xingyao's ear, "Yaoyao..."

Song Xingyao could not hear a single word after that. The flickering light and shadow before her eyes flashed on and off, and after a long time, they slowly merged into the deep darkness.

The next day, when Song Xingyao got up, the man beside her was gone. The cold temperature made her feel that yesterday was just a dream, but the men's shirt she was wearing pulled her back to reality.

She went into the bathroom to wash up and only then did she notice the faint red marks covering her neck. Absurd memories flooded her mind, and her face slowly flushed.

Song Xingyao shook her head, trying to shake off the images in her mind, but the pain in her head stopped her.

Song Xingyao tried to turn up her collar, but it only made her look even more like she was trying to hide something.

At this moment, Aunt Qi's commanding voice came from the doorway: "Put all of these in this room, someone will come to take care of them later."

Song Xingyao peeked out and saw one person after another carrying paper bags into the dressing room next door. Qi Ma also saw Song Xingyao pop out.

"Young Madam, these are clothes that the young master ordered to be sent over. I will hang them in the dressing room later."

"Oh..." Song Xingyao looked at the men's shirt with two buttons still undone and went back to her room embarrassed.

Qi Ma acted quickly, and when she saw that Song Xingyao was wearing Fu Siming's shirt, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.

He led her into the dressing room, and then quietly left the room.

Song Xingyao looked at the clothes neatly hung in front of the solid wood glass display case, and the gemstones and watches on the trays reflected the overhead lights, dazzling her so much that she wanted to close her eyes.

She never imagined she would be so close to such magnificent and dazzling stars; it felt like she had ascended to heaven in one step, yet was standing on clouds.

The clothes that were delivered were all very stylish, simple yet elegant, and the smooth fabric slid through Song Xingyao's fingers.

She picked up a simple, pure white camellia suit. She thought Fu Siming really liked pure white camellias; the suit he wore yesterday, the day they got their marriage certificate, was also this style.