The second floor of the villa.

Shen Zhiyi stood at the bedroom door, carrying a plate of snacks.

Turn your head.

Behind the pillars on the stairs, several heads of varying sizes were hidden, all staring at her.

They were maids and bodyguards.

The butler, at the very back, silently made a fist-pumping gesture to encourage himself.

Shen Zhiyi: ...

She turned around and reached out to knock on the door.

Knock knock knock—

"Young master, here's your snack."

No one responded.

The butler lowered his head and sighed.

Look.

Upon hearing an unfamiliar voice, so pleasant and youthful, the young master didn't even open the door.

Shen Zhiyi raised an eyebrow.

"Young Master, I'm coming in."

She pushed open the door and went inside.

The butler looked up instantly, his pupils dilating in shock!

She actually dared to open the door and go in!

The nannies were also in a panic.

"Bodyguard!" The butler noticed a few more gray hairs on his head. "Quick! Get to the door and wait! Prepare to rescue them!"

The two bodyguards immediately moved to the doorway.

Ready to go!

Shen Zhiyi entered the house and gently closed the door.

There was almost no light in sight.

The curtains were all drawn tightly shut, with only the firelight flickering in the fireplace.

But it couldn't dispel the chill in the room.

Shen Zhiyi tightened her grip on the tray, her gaze sweeping over the black armchair and the dark velvet sofa beside it.

There's nobody here.

"Young Master?" she called out tentatively, gently placing the tray on the table.

The sound quickly blended into the darkness.

Just as Shen Zhiyi was about to turn around, a very faint rustling sound suddenly came from behind her.

It's the sound of wheels pressing against the carpet.

"Who gave you permission to come in?" A chilling, deep voice followed.

It was enveloped in a chill even more intense than the room itself.

There were no emotions, no ups and downs.

It even sounded a bit eerie, sending chills down your spine.

Shen Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat, and she turned around abruptly.

The light from the fireplace fell directly on Fu Yinzhou's face, outlining his extremely handsome features.

His brow bone was deep, and his eyelashes were as thick as raven feathers, casting a small shadow under his eyelids.

His nose, jaw, and Adam's apple were all cold and sharp.

But his lips, like flower petals, were a captivating crimson, which, together with his upturned eyes, softened the ruggedness of his features, revealing a touch of seductive and alluring charm.

Shen Zhiyi was almost stunned.

It's even more impactful than the photos.

The door that God closed for him might be the shutter of a camera.

No photos can capture his stunning brilliance!

only……

Shen Zhiyi glanced at him again.

That look in his eyes is so cold.

It was sinister, and it carried a scrutinizing air.

Like a venomous snake lurking deep in a cave, chilling, wary, and with undisguised disgust.

I asked, "Who gave you permission to come in?"

He pushed the wheelchair closer.

Shen Zhiyi then realized that he was taller and more imposing than she had imagined.

Even while sitting in a wheelchair, the sense of oppression was undeniable.

"Good day, young master. I am the new nanny. The housekeeper asked me to bring you some snacks."

She stepped forward and bowed slightly.

"I was worried about your safety because you didn't reply, so I took the liberty of coming in. Please forgive me."

She looked up.

Fu Yinzhou then got a clear look at her face.

His gaze froze for a moment.

Then, his anger intensified, and he pulled out the retractable cane next to his wheelchair and slammed it across the snacks on the table!

"Get out!"

Snap!

The ceramic shattered, like his splashing anger, suddenly exploding!

Shen Zhiyi was startled.

He swiftly dodged to the side.

Not a scratch.

"Yes, young master, I'll pack up and get out of here."

She seemed completely oblivious to the urgency in his words, squatted down, deftly put on the prepared gloves, and began collecting the broken porcelain shards onto the tray.

The butler and bodyguards outside the door were also startled.

As expected.

Smashing things, cursing, chasing people away.

The same three dishes as always.

But why hasn't that Shen Zhiyi come out yet?

The butler hissed softly and cautiously walked to the door, listening intently to the sounds inside.

Normally, she should be running out right now, covered in injuries, crying and still in shock.

Why is there no sound at all?

He and his two bodyguards looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Should we go in and take a look?" one of the bodyguards whispered.

"Without the young master's permission, who dares to go in?"

Another person hit him on the head.

The butler looked grave.

The bodyguard just pursed his lips and fell silent.

...

inside the house.

Fu Yinzhou's chest heaved.

He leaned to the side in his wheelchair, raised his eyes sharply, and glared angrily at Shen Zhiyi.

The firelight from the fireplace cast intermittent shadows on her face.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

They look so alike...

Perhaps this is what Zhizhi will look like when she grows up to this age.

His anger intensified.

The Fu family had long since gone to great lengths to persuade him to accept treatment.

They know what he cares about.

Over the years, she has been constantly bringing in women who resemble her, all in an effort to persuade him to open up and accept treatment.

But she's already dead!

Even so, there is no one in this world who can replace her.

She's not even worthy of being compared to her.

Not to mention that some of them had ulterior motives and actually tried to climb into his bed and become his woman.

It's absolutely disgusting.

"I told you to get out! Now! Right now!" he growled, his voice crackling with thunderous fury. "Did you hear me?!"

He reached for his cane again, a cold glint in his eyes.

However, due to emotional distress, a feeling of suffocation suddenly rushed to his throat.

His expression suddenly changed.

He clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles turning white.

His breathing became rapid.

Shen Zhiyi finished tidying up the broken pieces and stood up with the tray when she saw that Fu Yinzhou's face was pale, his lips were purple, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"Young Master, are you alright?"

Her heart tightened, and she quickly placed the tray on the table.

Fu Yinzhou did not reply.

He slumped to the side of his wheelchair, breathing heavily.

Stray hair clung messily to her forehead, and her fingertips trembled as she reached to unbutton the top two buttons of her black shirt.

"I'll help you."

Shen Zhiyi rushed forward and reached out, but before she could even touch his collar, he slapped her away forcefully.

"Don't touch me!"

Fu Yinzhou was extremely strong. When he swung her away, he swayed and almost fell off his wheelchair.

Shen Zhiyi subconsciously reached out to help him.

In his dazed state, he tried to dodge, yet also tried to push her away.

During the struggle, the wheelchair suddenly lost its balance, and Fu Yinzhou's body lurched forward, falling towards Shen Zhiyi along with the chair!

Shen Zhiyi exclaimed in surprise.

He was pulled to the ground by that enormous force.

His back slammed heavily onto the carpet, and before he could even cry out in pain, a tall figure pressed down on him.

Fu Yinzhou fell on top of her.

His face was buried squarely in front of her...

Shen Zhiyi was stunned.