The atmosphere at the dinner table was extremely warm, with everyone chatting and laughing while enjoying the delicious seafood.

Mu Siwen sat next to Lin Zhiyue, unconsciously paying attention to her every move from beginning to end.

When Lin Zhiyue gently took a bite of the tender fish, an expression of satisfaction instantly spread across her face. Her slightly narrowed eyes and upturned mouth corners were all seen by Mu Siwen.

His heart seemed to be touched gently by something, and almost subconsciously, he reached out and picked up a shrimp and began to carefully help Lin Zhiyue peel the shell.

I saw that he had a skillful technique and with a light push of his slender fingers, the shrimp shell was completely peeled off, revealing the crystal clear shrimp meat.

Then, he picked up a pair of clean chopsticks and carefully placed the peeled shrimp meat on the plate in front of Lin Zhiyue, and said considerately: "Be careful, don't burn yourself."

Lin Zhiyue was eating with gusto when she heard Mu Siwen's words and saw the extra peeled shrimps in her bowl.

The shrimp meat was crystal clear, lying quietly on the plate, exuding an attractive luster.

Lin Zhiyue started eating naturally.

In her mind, this didn't seem to be something worth making a fuss about.

When eating at home, her father would always thoughtfully help her peel shrimps and pick out fish bones.

No matter how busy he was at work, her father would always give her meticulous care at the dinner table.

Over time, she had become accustomed to the love from her family, so when Mu Siwen handed her the peeled shrimp, she just thought of it as being taken care of again and did not think there was anything special about it.

Mu Siwen's subtle yet gentle action naturally did not escape the eyes of his childhood friends and Mu Yushang.

Yang Jian was originally discussing seafood cooking techniques with Chen Wenlin. He caught a glimpse of Mu Siwen's actions out of the corner of his eye and his chopsticks in his hand suddenly paused, almost falling.

His eyes widened, his face full of surprise. He nudged Meng Yixiu next to him with his elbow and whispered, "Old Meng, did you see that? What's going on with Mu Siwen? The sun is rising from the west?"

Meng Yixiu put down the wine glass in his hand, watched this scene with interest, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said jokingly: "If this is not enlightenment, then what is it? But, is this considered an old cow eating young grass?"

Han Yizhi also laughed, pushed up his glasses, and joked, "We've known him for so many years, but we've never seen him care so much about a girl."

Mu Yuchang was so shocked that she even forgot to eat the crab in her hand.

She stared at her eldest brother blankly, wondering in her heart, "When did my eldest brother become so nice to girls? I used to act like a spoiled child and asked him to peel shrimp for me, but he always looked disgusted and refused outright. What happened today?"

The more she thought about it, the more incredible it seemed to her. Her eyes moved back and forth between Mu Siwen and Lin Zhiyue, as if she wanted to find out some shocking secret from them.

There was constant laughter in the lively private room. While Mu Siwen was talking with everyone, he was always paying attention to Lin Zhiyue's reaction beside him.

Of course he noticed the teasing looks from his childhood friends and the exaggerated expression of his sister Mu Yuchang.

He saw Yang Jian's eyes widened in surprise, the teasing smile on Meng Yixiu's lips, Han Yizhi's playful expression as he pushed his glasses, and Mu Yuchang's pretended dissatisfaction muttering.

However, Mu Siwen had no intention of explaining this.

His mind was entirely on Lin Zhiyue. From the first time he saw her, that heart-pounding feeling lingered in his heart and could not be shaken off.

He just wanted to be good to Lin Zhiyue without asking for anything in return, and to protect her silently in his own way.

He thought that through these seemingly insignificant actions, like helping her peel shrimps and kindly reminding her to be careful about burning her mouth, in the bits and pieces of daily life, Lin Zhiyue would gradually get used to his presence.

Just like the spring breeze, it blows gently. Although it is not ostentatious, it can integrate into each other's lives unknowingly.

During their previous interactions, Mu Siwen keenly discovered that except when facing his family, Lin Zhiyue's eyes were full of warmth and dependence. When dealing with other people, he was always polite on the surface, but there was a hint of alienation in his bones.

When talking to people, her polite smile and appropriate responses seem close, but in fact there is an invisible distance between them.

But Mu Siwen was not discouraged. He wanted to break down this barrier, go deep into Lin Zhiyue's heart, become the indispensable person in her life, and use his sincerity and love to melt the wall of her heart that she had built against the outside world.

After eating and drinking, Mu Siwen gently put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, took out a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth elegantly, and then said to the brothers who were having dinner together: "It's getting late, I'll take them back, and we'll make an appointment next time."

After saying that, he stood up and looked at the two ladies not far away with some tenderness in his eyes.

The brothers all smiled and nodded in understanding, and waved goodbye to him.

When Mu Siwen's figure disappeared at the door of the private room, Han Yizhi had a meaningful smile on his face, shook his head slightly and said, "It seems that he really cares about it this time."

Meng Yixiu leaned back in his chair, folded his hands across his chest, and agreed, "Yes, I've known him for so long, but I've never seen a woman who can get close to him, let alone be so considerate to him. Just now, when we were having dinner, he took such good care of the daughter of the Lin family, peeling shrimps and handing her water, showing great concern for her."

Yang Jian picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said slowly: "The Lin family girl is of noble status and naturally has high standards. She is not so easy to pursue. But with Mu Siwen's conditions, maybe there is a chance."

Chen Wenlin frowned slightly, turning the teacup in his hand gently between his fingertips, and said seriously, "Those rumors outside are really not to be believed. That girl is definitely not like what is said outside. Although she grew up in the countryside, if you look closely, the temperament she exudes is gentle and generous, and she is calm and has a unique charm. With this temperament, how many of those so-called socialites in Kyoto can compare with her?"

He put down the teacup, and his tone became more and more determined. "And her speech and behavior, every detail is extraordinary. Whether it is the clear logic when speaking, or the just right sense of proportion when dealing with people, you can feel that she is not simple. She must have real knowledge and real cultivation in her belly, and she is definitely not just a superficial appearance."

Everyone listened to Chen Wenlin's remarks with a thoughtful look on their faces.

Han Yizhi couldn't help but ask, "According to what you said, this girl will probably cause quite a stir in Kyoto in the future. I'm afraid no one can match her!!"