Xiong Zhen felt a chill run through his body.

He was a security guard at the Yu family's company. The Yu family's company offered good benefits; their security guards had five social insurances and one housing fund, and they could also earn a salary of seven thousand yuan.

If this woman really is the daughter of the Yu family, then... wouldn't he have offended the master's daughter?!

Xiong Zhen's face turned cold, and he took a step, wanting to take the opportunity to leave.

"stop."

It was Xie Zhuo's voice.

His voice was cold and commanding, and even though Xiong Zhen didn't turn around, he could feel a powerful sense of intimidation.

A chill ran down his spine. Xiong Zhen turned around stiffly and forced a smile: "Sir... is there anything else you need?"

Xie Zhuo's eyes were dark, and his voice was icy: "Apologize."

Without hesitation, Xiong Zhen lowered his head as if he wanted to bury it in his chest, and bowed deeply to apologize: "Miss, I'm sorry. I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness. I offended you. I hope you will be magnanimous and not hold a grudge against a petty person like me."

Yu Qiao pursed her rosy lips, her good mood completely ruined; this was an undeserved disaster.

She looked around, picked up a glass of lemonade, and coldly splashed it on Xiong Zhen's head.

Xiong Zhen didn't dare to act recklessly at all. The fat on his cheeks trembled. He was used to being a tyrant at home, and this was the first time he had suffered such humiliation outside of work.

The onlookers' gazes fell upon him, feeling like needles pricking him.

Xiong Zhen felt depressed and humiliated.

Even though he knew he had mistaken someone for someone else, he stubbornly thought that this young lady Yu was really clueless. Why didn't she remind him that she had mistaken him for someone else earlier?

Otherwise, would he have made such a fool of himself?

Yu Qiao noticed his frustration and impatience. With a slight movement in her eyes, she grabbed Xie Zhuo's arm and said, "Let him pay the bill, and we'll go somewhere else."

Xie Zhuo was startled, looked down at the arm that Yu Qiao was holding, and said okay.

The manager, with great shrewdness, brought over the bill and smiled as he asked Xiong Zhen to pay.

Xiong Zhen stared at the bill of over five thousand yuan, feeling a sharp pain in his heart. He opened his mouth to say that he hadn't ordered it and hadn't eaten anything...

However, Yu Qiao had already pulled Xie Zhuo out of the restaurant.

Looking at the wasted food, Xiong Zhen paid the bill despite the many disdainful looks he received, and then said, "Give me a takeout container."

The manager looked bewildered, glanced at the food that was completely inedible, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked the waiter to get him a takeaway box to pack it up.

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"I'm sorry I'm late. I didn't expect this to happen." Xie Zhuo's attitude was sincere, his voice was calm, and his gaze never left Yu Qiao.

Yu Qiao's originally irritable mood was suddenly made a little nervous. When she saw that there were several scratches on the back of his hand, with blood trickling out, her pure black eyes paused.

Then he said, "It's okay, wait for me here."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yu Qiao let go of Xie Zhuo and turned to enter a pharmacy.

Not long after, she came out with a bottle of iodine, band-aids, and cotton swabs in her hand.

"Xie Zhuo, hold out your hand."

Xie Zhuo was puzzled, but did as he was told: "What's wrong?"

"Your hand is injured. Let me treat it for you. Such a beautiful hand shouldn't have a scar." Yu Qiao lowered her head, took out a cotton swab, and carefully applied iodine to his wound.

Xie Zhuo's hands were very beautiful, with fair skin, long and slender, and well-defined bones. There was also a red mole on the knuckle of his left ring finger.

She's so pretty she could be a hand model.

Xie Zhuo's pupils contracted sharply. Looking down, he saw her long, thick, vertical eyelashes, her pert little nose, and her delicate, luscious lips.

He kissed Yu Qiao's lips.

It's very sweet, fragrant, and soft.

Her unique fragrance filled his nostrils, and a surge of heat rushed to his lower abdomen. When he closed his eyes, the chaotic scene from that night came to mind.

Xie Zhuo's mouth was dry and his breathing was somewhat rapid.

"Qiaoqiao".

Yu Qiao didn't even look up: "What's wrong?"

"You are the first person who cares about me this much."

Yu Qiao was taken aback, clearly not quite believing it: "Stop being silly."

Xie Zhuo didn't reply, staring intently at her as she carefully treated his wounds, his eyes so gentle they seemed to melt into a pool of water, and his lips involuntarily curving upwards.

After putting on the last band-aid, Yu Qiao threw all the trash into the trash can.

She hadn't eaten anything yet and was getting a little hungry: "Let's go eat hot pot."

Xie Zhuo's dark eyes paused for a moment, then he said, "Okay."

We found a hot pot restaurant nearby.

Yu Qiao looked at the menu: "Do you eat spicy food?"

Xie Zhuo took a sip of lemonade: "Anything is fine, I'm not picky about food."

"Then let's go for the spicy hot pot, I want it extra spicy and numbing!" Yu Qiao raised an eyebrow and ordered it directly.

Hearing about the intense numbing and spicy flavors, Xie Zhuo's head throbbed. He pursed his lips and looked at the happy Yu Qiao, but he still couldn't bring himself to say anything to stop her.

Steam rose from the edge of the pot, and the pungent, spicy aroma filled the air.

Seeing all the steam rising towards Xie Zhuo, Yu Qiao licked her lips. Considering that Xie Zhuo had to go back to work later, she took the initiative to say, "Xie Zhuo, come sit over here, so you don't smell like hotpot later."

"good."

Xie Zhuo sat down without hesitation.

The two were very close; with just a little effort, one could touch her.

However, Xie Zhuo maintained his gentlemanly demeanor and did not overstep his bounds.

Yu Qiao loves hot pot, especially spicy food. She poured all the meat into the pot and picked out some tripe for Xie Zhuo: "This tripe is delicious, the duck intestines are delicious, and this chrysanthemum greens are delicious too..."

Xie Zhuo's bowl quickly piled up into a small mountain. He took a few bites and was so stimulated by the spiciness that he broke out in a sweat.

Yu Qiao didn't notice at all, and kept eating while drinking water.

Xie Zhuo's face turned a little pale, and he was sweating profusely. Soon, his cheeks turned completely red.

"Xie Zhuo, how does it taste?"

The hot pot was bubbling and steaming, both numbing and spicy, and then I took a sip of ice water.

Yu Qiao clicked her tongue in satisfaction.

"It's delicious." Xie Zhu lowered his eyebrows, choosing not to spoil the mood, but instead echoed her.

Yu Qiao licked her lips and turned her head to look, her pupils suddenly contracting: "Xie Zhuo, why do you look so pale?"

"I'm fine." Xie Zhu shook his head, put down his chopsticks, and stopped eating.

Yu Qiao then noticed that Xie Zhuo's bowl had hardly lost any food, and combined with Xie Zhuo's unpleasant expression, she couldn't help but frown.

"Xie Zhuo, you can just say you can't eat spicy food. What if you get sick from eating it? I can't afford to pay for it."

Yu Qiao asked a waiter for a glass of milk for Xie Zhuo.

"I just don't want our different tastes to affect your mood," Xie Zhuo said hesitantly, his voice hoarse and his breathing still a little unsteady.

His thin lips were pale, devoid of any color.

He usually eats a light diet, and suddenly eating strong-flavored food was something his body couldn't handle.

"There's no need." After what happened with Xie Heng, Yu Qiao had already come to her senses: "If you wrong yourself for others, they won't cherish you."

Like all those years she had given, she had suffered countless grievances for Xie Heng.

But they act all high and mighty, as if it were all your own choice and you deserved it.

Xie Zhuo's eyes dimmed several times, a hint of danger, possessiveness, and ruthlessness flashing across them, only to immediately transform into weakness. He shook his head, his voice steady: "Qiaoqiao, if you stay with me, I won't make you suffer."

Yu Qiao's heart skipped a beat, her eyelashes fluttered rapidly, and her beautiful smiling face was filled with tension and unease.

"Xie Zhuo, don't say those things again."

"We can't be together."

Xie Zhuo asked, "Why?"

Yu Qiao looked at him very seriously: "Because I don't want to see Xie Heng and Wen Ya again."

"I can't imagine the scene where I broke off my engagement with your brother, but then got together with you, and your brother calls me sister-in-law."

"and……"

Yu Qiao bit her lip: "What will others think of me then?"