Chapter 66: Chapter 66

Su Lingzhi sat up straight, her delicate face flushed with a rosy hue, and her ears were even redder, almost as if they were bleeding.

Suddenly, she cupped his face and locked him in a deep kiss.

Fu Yinli held her back with one hand and supported the bed with the other. Soft fragrance filled his embrace, making it difficult for him to endure, "Don’t ignite the fire, Zhizhi..."

Hearing his slightly breathless voice, Su Lingzhi stopped, her breath lingering at his Adam’s apple, and retorted, "Your voice when aroused sounds really nice."

As soon as she spoke.

Fu Yinli flipped over and pressed her beneath him.

The situation became uncontrollable in an instant, and Su Lingzhi’s heart pounded like a drum, "Aren’t you supposed to attend a meeting?"

"The meeting is recorded; I’ll watch it later."

Fu Yinli sealed her lips with his...

When the last layer of restraint was removed, he noticed the stain of red on it, and his expression froze as he looked helplessly at the person beneath him.

"Your period has arrived."

Hearing this, Su Lingzhi’s face stiffened, and she shyly pulled the quilt to cover her face.

Still filled with desire, Fu Yinli got out of bed, carried her to the bathroom, and murmured affectionately, "You mischievous little thing."

Once clean, Su Lingzhi sat on the sofa.

The scent of brown sugar ginger tea permeated the air, becoming more intense.

Before long, Fu Yinli came out holding the tea and sat down next to her.

Before tasting it, Su Lingzhi said, "I don’t like drinking this."

"Even if I made it, you don’t like it?"

"..." If you don’t like it, you just don’t like it. Could it change based on who made it?

Fu Yinli scooped a spoonful with a mud spoon, gently blew on it until it was the right temperature, and then fed it to her.

Su Lingzhi cooperatively drank it down.

Sometimes, even though he was bad, one cannot ignore the fact that he was usually very considerate, which could be described as attentive, especially during the days spent at Jing Garden.

"Does it taste good?"

"Tasty." Su Lingzhi replied insincerely.

Seeing her brows furrow slightly, Fu Yinli could tell that she really didn’t like drinking it.

Hearing the faint sound from his phone, Su Lingzhi asked, "Is your phone still on?"

As Fu Yinli took his phone out of his pocket, the sound gradually grew louder.

"What should a girlfriend pay attention to during her... period..."

Then, the voice stopped.

Fu Yinli turned off the phone and continued feeding her.

This was his first time taking care of a girl, lacking experience, relying purely on instinct.

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In a warm atmosphere, Su Lingzhi smiled slightly, "Actually, my period isn’t that troublesome; just as long as I stay warm. However, if you want to make ginger tea for me to drink, it’s not unwelcome."

Fu Yinli gazed at her relaxed eyebrows and eyes, "Are you happy now?"

"Of course I’m happy when my boyfriend is so considerate of me."

Her smile was light and airy, like stars scattered across the sky, sweet and refreshing.

It’s rare to see her so joyous, something never experienced in England, and still a first now.

Fu Yinli spoke in a gentle tone, "Be a little more proactive with me, and I’ll make it for you every month."

"Am I not proactive with you?"

In the evening, Fu Yinli received a phone call and left by himself without having dinner.

The Rolls Royce glided through the night, finally stopping in front of the main residence of the Fu Family.

He pulled out the car key and got out from the driver’s seat.

His tall figure melded into the cold moonlight, a white shirt accentuating his aloof and profound demeanor, with a powerful and mysterious aura that’s difficult to gauge.

Before him, the villa was luxurious and opulent, the grand entrance exuding grandeur and elegance.

Rather than rushing in, he leaned against the car body, lighting up a cigarette with indifference.

At this moment, a car shadow flashed by, stopping opposite him.

A charming figure emerged from the car, standing poised with dark, bright pupils surreptitiously gazing at the person silently smoking.

Fu Yinli raised his eyes to meet the gaze, his expression devoid of emotion.

"You’re back." A delicate and melodious voice resonated, carrying a hint of surprise.

The woman, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, wore a graceful tasseled cheongsam with a lithe, graceful figure, walking towards him elegantly.

Standing in front of him, she gazed mesmerized at his well-defined and profound brows and eyes, "It’s been a while, Yinli."

Fu Yinli frowned slightly and asked, "Why are you here?"

"I came to deliver a document to Grandpa Fu." She smiled at him, speaking joyfully, "It’s been seven years; you being back makes me happy for you."

In her beautiful eyes flowed a bright radiance, emanating an elegant and gentle disposition typical of a lady from a prestigious family, hailing from the Shao Family, Shao Yuwei.

Shao Yuwei asked, "How have you been all these years?"

"So this time you’re back for good, right?"

Impatiently, Fu Yinli frowned and put out his cigarette, then walked towards the villa entrance calmly.

Shao Yuwei’s face froze, and she looked at his handsome figure bewildered, silently following.

Seeing him return, the security guard at the door looked slightly surprised and quickly greeted respectfully, "Young Master."

And then called out again, "Miss Shao."

Upon hearing footsteps, the person reading the newspaper on the sofa lifted his eyes and, through gold-rimmed glasses, looked at the two figures appearing one after the other.

Then, the voices of Fu Yinli and Shao Yuwei sounded simultaneously.

Fu Rongzeng’s expression remained unchanged, steady as a clock, despite the sight of his grandson whom he hadn’t seen in seven years.

His gaze swept towards Shao Yuwei, speaking softly, "Yuwei, what brings you here?"

Shao Yuwei smiled and stepped forward, handing over the document, "I came to deliver a document to you."

The two families had been good friends, and Fu Rongzeng had long regarded Shao Yuwei as one of his own.

He accepted the document, casually placing it on the table, "Just in time, join us for dinner."

It was already eight-thirty in the evening; after finishing dinner post-work, Shao Yuwei had come over, still full, but she joined them at the table.

Once the housekeepers had set the table, they withdrew, leaving the three alone in the living room.

Having not seen each other in seven years, there was inevitably some estrangement between grandfather and grandson, compounded by unresolved grievances, casting a somber atmosphere over the meal.

Fu Rongzeng glanced at the two and spoke to Fu Yinli, "Serve Yuwei some food."

Immediately, the atmosphere became slightly delicate.

Shao Yuwei looked at the motionless person beside her and quickly alleviated the awkwardness, "Grandpa Fu, I can serve myself. Yinli has always been reserved, he doesn’t like to do..."

Before she could finish speaking, he had already placed a dish onto her plate.

Shao Yuwei was momentarily stunned, ultimately unable to decipher his feelings.

Fu Yinli paused with his chopsticks, turning his gaze toward the head of the table, "What did you call me back for, Grandfather?"

"You’ve been back for a week and haven’t come to visit even once. Is that proper?" Fu Rongzeng’s tone was gentle, yet it instilled an inexplicable sense of authority.

"Back then, you expressly said that unless I completed my task, I couldn’t come back."