Fu Yiming took Wenjing to his small apartment, since if he sent her back to the opera troupe now, no one would care about her.

He helped her onto the sofa and covered her legs with his clothes.

Fu Yiming made her a cup of honey water and fed it to her.

Wenjing struggled to finish the drink, looking at him with dazed eyes, "Who are you?"

Fu Yiming brought his face close to hers. "Take a closer look."

"Hmm...you look like that old...guy," Wenjing cupped his face and swayed it from side to side.

Fu Yiming was so angry he almost laughed. This old man was only eight years older than her, yet he was being called an old man.

Fu Yiming suppressed his urge to kiss her and turned to run a bath for her in the bathroom.

When he came out, she actually picked up a bottle of wine from the counter and started drinking it.

Fu Yiming quickly snatched the wine away, seeing her drunken state, he knew she couldn't possibly wash herself off.

He sighed silently.

He resignedly carried her to bed, covered her with a blanket, and sat on the sofa next to her, watching her.

Wenjing fell asleep as soon as her head hit the bed.

next day

Pear Garden

Qin Zhiluo stayed in bed, unwilling to get up, because her back ached.

Long Yanli carried her to wash up and eat.

"Where's Wenjing?" Qin Zhilu hadn't seen her all morning.

“At Old Fu’s,” Long Yanli fed her a bite of egg.

"What!?" Qin Zhiluo suddenly remembered that she hadn't brought her back last night.

Wenjing: Let's break up! There's no love left!

"Don't worry, Lao Fu is the most disciplined," Long Yanli fed her another spoonful of chicken soup.

"That would be best, someone quiet and not to be trifled with," Qin Zhiluo raised an eyebrow at him.

On the other side.

Wenjing snuggled lazily under the covers, wanting to get up, but then gave up.

Fu Yiming was awakened by her noise. "Awake?"

Wenjing sat up abruptly and looked at Fu Yiming sitting on the sofa.

Her computer was spinning rapidly...loading...and then it completely crashed.

"How did I end up here with you?" Wenjing rubbed her head, her voice hoarse, as if she had a headache.

Fu Yiming got up and poured her a glass of warm water.

“You were all drunk last night, and there was no one to take care of you when you got home, so I brought you back.” Fu Yiming placed the clothes prepared by the maid on the bedside and then turned to run a bath for her.

When Fu Yiming came out, she was still sitting on the bed in a daze. "The bath water is ready."

"Thank you," Wenjing said, looking at him somewhat awkwardly.

Fu Yiming's lips curled slightly as he closed the door and left. It was the first time he had ever seen her with such an expression; it was interesting.

Wenjing was surprised that he had stayed up all night on the sofa. A warm feeling welled up inside her.

After taking a shower, Wenjing changed into the pink hoodie and pink sweatpants he had prepared. She looked down at the outfit and sighed. This old man has amazing taste.

Fu Yiming looked at her, somewhat amused; he actually thought she was well-behaved.

He pulled out a chair for her and put breakfast on it. "I just made something quick and easy, see if it suits your taste."

"Thank you," Wenjing said, taking a big bite of toast. "Delicious," she smiled at him.

Fu Yiming felt that she was like a spring breeze, gently caressing his heart. His gaze always followed her.

Qin Zhiluo told Guandu about the hacker organization, and Guandu felt that he should also tell Junlin, which Qin Zhiluo agreed with.

Junlin was worried after learning about this, and immediately made arrangements upon returning home.

Long Yanli and the others found out and sent people over.

Qin Zhiluo thought the fugitive was doomed; this time, the spectacle was truly grand.

Qin Zhiluo nestled in Long Yanli's arms, watching him work. She enjoyed this peaceful life.