He looked up and down at Ye Ruohuan's attire. Her androgynous style made the man uninterested.

Ye Ruohuan showed an awkward but polite smile on her face, and the next second she heard Zhang Ling add: "Why does the Fu family only have a bunch of rubbish that can't do anything great?"

Ye Ruohuan couldn't believe it when Zhang Ling called her "trash". She was so surprised that she couldn't say a word, "I...I..."

Suddenly, a man in a black windbreaker walked out from the corner of the cafe. He walked to Ye Ruohuan's table, pulled Ye Ruohuan up, and turned around and left.

Before leaving, he said to Zhang Ling: "Sorry, Fu's doesn't do junk business either."

Ye Ruohuan was pulled out of the cafe by him and heard Zhang Ling's angry cursing behind him.

At the entrance of the cafe, Ye Ruohuan looked at the man in front of her with a serious expression. She asked with a little surprise: "Fu Yijian, why are you here?"

The streets were bustling with people, the temperature outside was a little low, and the wind was blowing from all directions.

Fu Yijian saw Ye Ruohuan inadvertently shrink his neck, and he slightly turned his body to block the wind.

He looked a little angry, looking at Ye Ruohuan who didn't care, and asked in a deep voice: "If I didn't show up tonight, how long would you have tolerated that man?"

Ye Ruohuan was stunned. She didn't expect that Fu Yijian would appear here just for her.

Although his words were a little harsh, she knew that he did this for her, so she felt warm in her heart.

Ye Ruohuan stretched out her little hand, tugged at the corner of Fu Yijian's coat, and explained, "This is my first client, I don't want to lose him like this, otherwise it would be a pity."

Fu Yijian listened to her soft voice and lost all his temper.

He was silent for a long time, then slowly said: "You shouldn't waste time on things like this."

Ye Ruohuan looked at him in confusion, and heard him continue, "Your talent should not be wasted on meaningless things."

Fu Yijian raised his hand and lifted her wind-messaged hair and tucked it behind her ears.

At that moment, Ye Ruohuan felt Fu Yijian's tenderness.

This was not a deliberate expression, but an accidental revelation of his love for her.

Ye Ruohuan's thick eyelashes trembled, and she asked, "What else can I do besides this?"

Fu Yijian held her hand in return, and with his other hand he pressed her head against his chest.

Ye Ruohuan felt his heartbeat and the vibration of his chest when he spoke.

"Huanhuan, I know you've always wanted to prove yourself, and I don't have any intention of interfering with you, but I hope you can understand that I just want you to stand on the same footing as others. As for how you go down this path in the future and how you compete with others, it's up to you to decide."

Fu Yijian spoke a long paragraph, his purpose was to confess his thoughts to Ye Ruohuan.

He didn't want to cause any misunderstanding between the two of them, but he didn't want to be a bystander who had nothing to do with it.

If Fu Yijian had not said this, Ye Ruohuan might not have understood his true thoughts, and this might have caused a rift between the two of them.

She buried her head in Fu Yijian's arms and said sullenly, "I know you are here, but I still want to work hard on my own. If I can't do it alone, I will definitely look for you."

Fu Yijian pursed his lips and said nothing. He knew that this was already Ye Ruohuan's biggest concession, and he couldn't push her too hard.

At the door of a cafe, a couple was hugging each other lovingly, attracting the attention of passers-by.

The point is not how close they appear to be, but because the man is handsome, the woman is beautiful, and there is deep love in their eyes.

Fu Yijian embraced Ye Ruohuan and left.

In the car, Ye Ruohuan suddenly glanced at a women's clothing store with a sweet style on the street. From the models in the window, she could see how beautiful the clothes were.

Any woman wearing it will attract a lot of attention from the opposite sex.

This reminded Ye Ruohuan of Zhang Ling’s evaluation of her tonight. She lowered her head to check her outfit and couldn’t help but frown. Is she really that bad?

She really doesn't look like a woman?

Ye Ruohuan touched her face with some doubt. She could see clearly from the rearview mirror that she had a small face, delicate features, and a cherry mouth. All of these were the classic features of a woman, right?

Otherwise, why did Fu Yijian fall in love with her in the first place?

Ye Ruohuan turned her head to look at Fu Yijian who was concentrating on driving. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but break the silence and asked, "Fu Yijian, why did you like me in the first place?"

The man who was extremely focused in the driving seat suddenly heard this question, and the steering wheel in his hands slipped slightly.

Fu Yijian glanced at Ye Ruohuan's expression in the rearview mirror and saw nothing unusual. Was this his illusion?

However, why did such a fatal question suddenly appear?

Fu Yijian was silent for a long time and came up with an answer: "Because you are good."

Ye Ruohuan asked suspiciously: "Isn't it because I'm beautiful?"

Ye Ruohuan's words reminded Fu Yijian of a certain memory.

At that time, Ye Ruohuan was still working as a host. He accidentally saw Ye Ruohuan's appearance on the screen, and that image has been lingering in his mind ever since.

The warm light in the room shone on her fair little face, making her skin look extremely white. Her beautiful eyes were looking around with a hint of affection, and her pink cherry mouth was extremely alluring.

Fu Yijian seemed to recall some scene again, and his mouth suddenly became dry. He slid his throat and said hoarsely: "There is this reason."

Ye Ruohuan felt relieved when she got Fu Yijian's affirmative answer, but on second thought, she felt that something was wrong.

While I was thinking about it, the car had stopped unknowingly.

Ye Ruohuan discovered that Fu Yijian had already sent her home. She was a little surprised that it happened so quickly.

Before she could come to her senses, the man in the driver's seat had already unbuckled her seat belt. He leaned over, placed his hand on the back of Ye Ruohuan's neck, forcing her to lean towards him, then lowered his head and kissed her pink and delicious cherry lips.

The temperature in the car kept rising. Ye Ruohuan felt suffocated and couldn't breathe. Her hand was pressed against Fu Yijian's chest.

Fu Yijian asked deeper and deeper questions, and felt that nothing he did could satisfy him.

So he freed one hand, held Ye Ruohuan's hands, and pressed them on top of her head, just to make it easier for him to kiss her deeper.

The atmosphere became more and more ambiguous. Ye Ruohan's face turned red with embarrassment, and she forced herself to keep up with Fu Yijian's swift movements.

After the kiss, Fu Yijian moved away from Ye Ruohuan reluctantly, his chest breathing slightly, staring at her water-soaked mouth with deep and hot eyes, and he did not speak for a long time.