The orange sunset outside the window gradually faded, and the darkness spread to the entire sky bit by bit, leaving only the moon in the sky emitting bright light.
There was a dim light in the corridor, the wattage was not high and it could only illuminate a small area.
Wen Liyu, who was favored by the light, seemed to be wearing a light and bright white veil. Her fair skin was brighter than the light, which made the man in front of her unable to take his eyes off her.
Even when Fu Wenting returned home, he would still wear long sleeves and long pants. In the summer when everyone was eager to go shirtless, he still dressed warmly and formally.
He felt a little tired. He didn't know how to comfort his poor niece. The depressing atmosphere made him uncomfortable.
Standing in front of his niece who was constantly crying, the extremely serious leader sighed, put his hands on his collar, unbuttoned two buttons, and breathed a little easier.
The collar, without buttons, immediately fell to the sides, revealing a small part of his chest, through which the faint muscle lines and collarbone could be seen.
"Xiaoyu, don't cry." Fu Wenting bent down, exposing a larger area of skin, and comforted her in a deep voice.
He seemed unconscious and allowed his muscular chest muscles, which had never been seen by anyone, to be exposed in front of Wen Liyu.
Wen Liyu's eyes widened immediately, and the speed at which her tears fell changed from "splashing" to "tick-tick".
She sniffed, looked up at her uncle quietly, and blushed at his thoughtful gaze.
A blush appeared from her ears, spreading little by little to her entire head. Wen Liyu covered her face with her hands and muffledly said, "...Uncle is right."
"I was indeed wrong about what happened just now."
She paused, as if trying to think of how to explain.
Fu Wenting did not talk about this topic again. Wen Liyu was indeed a little rude to the elders just now, but Grandma Lin was not without faults. At least her words were really unpleasant.
He shouldn't have taught Xiaoyu right away. If he wanted her to know the importance of social etiquette, he should have comforted her first and then told her what she did wrong.
Fu Wenting sighed, holding her wrist tightly to prevent her from refusing, and made her look at him, "Xiaoyu."
"Uncle...Uncle." Wen Liyu was startled by his serious tone. She blinked her watery red eyes and looked at him with grievance and innocence.
"Be careful next time and don't be rude anymore." Fu Wenting patted her head. "As for Aunt Lin, I'll talk to her."
"Hmm..." Wen Liyu's tear-soaked eyelashes trembled. She nodded up and down and whispered, "Okay."
Seeing how well-behaved she was, Fu Wenting felt relieved and subconsciously raised his hand to button his shirt.
As soon as he put his hand on the button, he saw Wen Liyu pursed her lips, with obvious, undisguised regret in her eyes.
Fu Wenting paused and almost forgot.
"Xiaoyu."
The moment Wen Liyu looked at him, she lowered her head, revealing only a pair of shy red ear tips.
Hearing her uncle's serious tone, she blinked quickly in fear, "Uncle."
"It's normal to like good-looking people." Fu Wenting buttoned his shirt slowly, "But you have to be responsible for your actions."
"Ah?" Wen Liyu was stunned, and her mind immediately started to run wild with guesses.
Uncle is...is he asking her to take responsibility?
Such a straightforward uncle, right? Is there such a good thing?
"You're still young." Fu Wenting didn't notice her sudden burning gaze. "Be careful when choosing a partner."
"If you find a partner, it's best to show them to your family first." He paused, then continued, "You can also show them to your uncle."
"...Oh." Wen Liyu's previous thoughts were immediately interrupted by her uncle's elder-like admonition. She lowered her head and said, "I understand."
So that's what it meant. She thought...
It seems that my uncle still treats me as his niece... My uncle is only in his early thirties, but why does he think so maturely?
Just when the atmosphere between the two was a little awkward, a strong aroma of food came from downstairs.
The smell squeezed out all the random thoughts on the second floor, and Wen Liyu looked up at her uncle.
Fu Wenting tidied himself up, folded up his sleeves, revealing his sleek arms, and said, "Let's go downstairs for dinner."
"Okay!" Wen Liyu had been crying for hunger for a long time, and followed him to the stairs.
"System, will there be thunder at night?" she asked in her heart.
System: "Beep... There will be thunder around 11pm that will last for an hour."
Wen Liyu's tone rose slightly, "That's great!"
System: "Master, what are you planning to do...?"
"I'm going to attack at night!" Wen Liyu stared at the broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted man in front of her. "If I don't do this, my uncle will always keep himself in the position of an elder."
"I'll have to pry it open."
The three of them had an awkward dinner, during which Wen Liyu took the initiative to talk to Grandma Lin and apologized.
Grandma Lin responded with a smile on the surface, saying it was okay, but secretly she still piled all the vegetarian dishes in front of Wen Liyu, and put all the meat dishes and fish soup in front of Fu Wenting.
Fu Wenting wanted to change it back, but it was too late.
Wen Liyu simply changed her seat, sat next to him, and reached out to eat her favorite food.
Wen Liyu felt tired watching Grandma Lin's lips opening and closing constantly, and her hesitant look on her face made her want to say something.
She was still hesitant about the conversation on the second floor, and didn't dare to speak as before, but secretly asked, "Xiaoyu, why don't you eat celery?"
"Eating more is good for your health." Grandma Lin pushed the stir-fried celery towards her. "How can we tolerate a child who is picky about food?"
"Grandma, I don't like it." Wen Liyu didn't even look at the celery, simply ignored it, and continued to eat meat with her uncle.
She followed her uncle in picking up the food, which made Grandma Lin almost unable to hold back her kind smile.
After dinner, Wen Liyu was about to take a shower when she remembered that she didn't bring any change of clothes.
She hesitated for a moment, then ran to her uncle's room, "Uncle."
Steady footsteps were heard through the door, and the door quickly opened.
"What's the matter?" Fu Wenting looked like he had just taken a shower, his black hair was slightly wet, and water droplets dripped from the ends of his hair onto the towel on his shoulders.
Wen Liyu blinked, "I didn't bring any clothes..."
Fu Wenting hadn't expected this either. His brows knitted slightly, "...it's my uncle's fault for not considering it carefully."
He immediately began to think about which subordinate to call to buy clothes.
But all his subordinates were men, so he asked them to buy pajamas and...underwear for his little niece.
As soon as this thought came to mind, Fu Wenting's face turned dark.
He was irritated by his own imagination.
"Uncle, can you give me an old piece of clothing?" Wen Liyu asked, "I want to wear it as pajamas."
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