Chapter 20 He actually smiled! Ambiguous!

After a while of mental preparation, Xia Mian's soft, sweet voice rang out again, "Brother..."

Fu Yanshen's dark eyes held an indescribable emotion that rippled outwards and gradually spread, his gaze becoming increasingly gentle.

Her voice suddenly warmed my gloomy thoughts and damp mood.

A smile played on the man's lips, and his deep, ancient eyes shone brightly, more dazzling than fireworks.

He laughed... a very pleasant laugh, not a sarcastic or cold smile, but a genuine smile.

Xia Mian's mind was in turmoil. In both her past and present lives, this was the first time she had ever seen this aloof and ascetic man show such a smile—charming, captivating, and melting her heart...

"Say it again." The man seemed not to have heard enough, and his handsome eyes lowered to get close to her cheek.

"Brother... Brother." Xia Mian lowered her head and called out again, feeling her tongue go numb.

She used to call her three older brothers at home all the time... but why does calling him Fu Yanshen sound so ambiguous and hard to explain...?

Her ears turned red and her cheeks burned; she dared not look at Fu Yanshen.

This is really beyond her capacity to handle.

Fu Yanshen chuckled softly, ceasing his teasing, and stood up in a very good mood, "Have you finished eating?"

With his military jacket draped over his arm, he looked down at the girl in front of him.

Xia Mian looked up and met his dark eyes, which held a slight smile.

The man's smooth jawline and straight nose forced her to endure another beauty overload.

She slowly got up and followed behind Fu Yanshen. The man had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his upright back came into view.

Xia Mian felt that he always had a deep bass version of "All Things Grow" as his background music every time he walked.

After getting into the SUV, Fu Yanshen turned to look at her and said, "I have work this afternoon, so I'll take you home first."

"Huh?" Xia Mian realized what was happening and immediately nodded, "Okay."

Silence returned to the car.

After a while, the man slowly spoke, "Besides liking design, what else do you like?"

"I like music." Xia Mian smiled faintly. "I want to minor in music and get a double degree."

"That's a great idea." Fu Yanshen nodded. "Don't you also like traditional opera?"

The man reminded her that Xia Mian was supposed to go to Master Yang Bilian's place for study that afternoon, so she decided to take a taxi.

"This afternoon I'm going to learn real spear fighting from my master."

Fu Yanshen looked at her with a smile in his eyes. The young girl had a wide range of interests and many hobbies.

He suddenly remembered her past life, how she had lived a life worse than death, constantly on the run, just to beg for food.

In this lifetime, he will never allow such a thing to happen!

His gaze turned sharp and cold, and the air inside the car seemed to drop a third.

"Do whatever you want."

He'll cover for you!

Xia Mian didn't know what she had done to offend him, but his face suddenly turned dark and cold again.

She nodded slightly, not daring to speak again.

She felt a little sorry for his subordinates; they must be very tired.

The SUV was parked in the Fu family's garage. After Xia Mian got out of the car, it turned around and drove away.

Fu Yanshen didn't get out of the car. Xia Mian's mind drifted back to the man's gentle smile. He rarely seemed to smile... but he smiled at the private restaurant...

She felt something was off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Mianmian!" As soon as she stepped into the living room, Zhao Baoqi rushed towards her.

The petite girl was more than half a head shorter than her, but her personality was like a little chili pepper, a little firecracker.

Spoiled and willful!

"Mianmian, I made your ear bleed yesterday, it was my fault!" Zhao Baoqi pointed to the two rows of gift boxes spread out on the coffee table for Xia Mian to see.

"After much painful reflection, I have decided to sincerely apologize to you. These are all my apology gifts!"

Xia Mian walked to the coffee table and looked at the two rows of open boxes. The boxes were filled with a dazzling array of items, including necklaces, bracelets, rings, and even limited edition hair clips, limited edition lipsticks, and cosmetics.

There were even several designer bags...

It's clear that Zhao Baoqi put in a lot of effort; his designs are mostly things that girls would like.

Xia Mian took Zhao Baoqi's two small hands and said, "Qiqi, I know you like me very much. I appreciate your kindness, but these gifts are too expensive. I can't accept them."

"Mianmian? You don't want it? Don't you like it? If you don't like it, I'll change it. I'll have the aunties send over some other ones."

As Zhao Baoqi spoke, he was about to give instructions to the servants.

Xia Mian quickly stopped her, "Qiqi, don't you understand what I mean? It's too valuable! So I can't accept it."

"But I feel that only good things can be shared with best friends! Giving away bad things, things I don't like, things that are rotten... that's disgusting, that's not treating your friends like human beings! That's disrespecting your friends!"

Zhao Baoqi hurriedly explained, his little face turning red!

"It's precisely because these are all good and valuable that I feel they are worthy of my best friend! Otherwise, it would be an insult to my best friend! It would mean I don't treat my best friend as a friend!"

Xia Mian looked at Zhao Baoqi with emotion, "Qiqi, your values ​​are really so upright!"

"Of course not! I'm Chief Fu's sister! I grew up being baptized by red ideology, so of course I'm perfectly legitimate!" Zhao Baoqi raised her chin, looking smug!

Xia Mian realized that if she really refused, Zhao Baoqi would definitely pester her in some way.

In the end, she had no choice but to pick a lipstick from the huge pile of gifts. "I like this shade, so I'll choose it!"

"Xia Mian! You don't consider me a friend, do you?" Zhao Baoqi glared at her with wide eyes and shoved a bag into her arms. "You have to take this bag too!"

"This bag is too expensive, it must cost at least 30,000 to 50,000 yuan!" Xia Mian quickly declined.

"You only picked out one lipstick from this whole bunch, who are you trying to piss off to!" Zhao Baoqi shoved the bag back into her arms.

"My mom just ordered these yesterday at the boutique. She ordered two bags, exactly the same, one for you and one for me, so we can use them as matching bags!"

"My mommy will be sad if you don't accept it!"

Xia Mian's heart skipped a beat.

"This is the bag that Auntie bought?"

“That’s right!” Zhao Baoqi grinned as he slung the bag over his shoulder to demonstrate. “The price isn’t too expensive, only 25,000 yuan, which is perfect for students like us. The style is also fashionable, not the old-fashioned kind.”

The atmosphere at the Fu family home is so wonderful, and everyone in the Fu family is so kind...

Then compare it to the chaotic and corrupt Xia family.

Xia Mian thought to herself, she was reluctant to leave.

This place is so wonderful...

"I can accept the bag, but you must take the other gifts." Xia Mian tried on the bag and had to admit that Fu Yubai had good taste.

The bag is a crossbody bag with a long strap, making it very convenient to carry and suitable for students.

“My color is red! Yours is beige!” Zhao Baoqi grinned and leaned close to Xia Mian. “My mommy chose the colors according to our personalities.”

“Red really suits you.” Xia Mian nodded. Zhao Baoqi was like a little chili pepper; red was definitely the perfect color for her. “I’m going to my master’s this afternoon to learn how to use a spear, so I’ll carry it with me!”

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhao Baoqi was driving a red Porsche, and Xia Mian was sitting in the passenger seat, looking at the scenery outside the window.

She had arranged to meet Ms. Yang Bilian at 2:30.

When Zhao Baoqi arrived at Teacher Yang's traditional Chinese courtyard house according to the navigation, he had just parked the car.

Xia Mian then saw a familiar figure emerge from the main gate of the courtyard house.