Su Ci was sitting on pins and needles, the strawberry-flavored ice cream in her hand felt like a hot potato—neither discardable nor keepable. She had no choice but to start eating it. The man driving in front glanced back through the rearview mirror; the girl was holding the strawberry ice cream, licking it with her tiny tongue, taking small bites. The man's Adam's apple moved up and down, his eyes so dark they seemed capable of dripping ice water. At that moment, Fu Jue leaned over, 'Ci Ci, is this ice cream good? Let me have a bite.' Fu Jue wanted to eat the ice cream from Su Ci's hand. The next second, a sharp braking sound erupted, and the Rolls-Royce Phantom luxury car suddenly stopped by the roadside. Due to inertia, Fu Jue, who wanted to eat the ice cream, plunged headfirst into it. Fu Jue instantly turned into a clown, his face covered in ice cream. 'Damn it, Uncle, why did you brake suddenly?' Fu Nancheng said indifferently, 'There was a big truck coming from ahead, I didn't notice, go wash your face with water.' That was the only option, Fu Jue opened the car door and got out. Then Fu Nancheng added, 'Take the ice cream with you, don't dirty my car.' 'Oh, okay.' Fu Jue took the ice cream and even thoughtfully pulled out a few tissues to wipe Su Ci's hands, 'Ci Ci, you sit tight, I'll clean up and come back up.' Now there were three people left in the luxury car, Su Ci felt the atmosphere was subtly oppressive, she wanted to get out and help Fu Jue. But as soon as her hand touched the car door, the man in front's voice came through, 'Haven't you broken up with my little nephew yet?'

Su Ci looked up at Fu Nancheng in front of her. Fu Nancheng pulled out a cigarette from the cigarette pack, tucked it between his thin lips, then cupped his hands to light it with a lighter. The crimson flame flickered and died, and he exhaled a puff of smoke, staring at her through the swirling mist. Su Ci's heart tightened, 'Not yet.' Su Xue, sitting in the passenger seat, immediately said, 'Husband, Su Ci and Young Master Fu are newly in love, still in their honeymoon phase. Look how much Young Master Fu likes Su Ci, how could they possibly break up? Su Ci is now your little niece's girlfriend!' Fu Nancheng slowly rolled down the car window, letting in the cold night air. His left elbow rested on the door frame, and his hand holding the cigarette leaned on the steering wheel. He let out a low laugh from his throat. Heh. Su Ci looked at him. He didn't pay attention to Su Xue but stared at her through the rearview mirror with a half-smile, saying, 'An ungrateful wolf cub.' What more did he need to do to raise her? No matter how he raised her, she would never be tamed. He wouldn't raise her anymore. It was a waste of money, effort, and time. Why bother? He could raise anything better than this. He called her an ungrateful wolf cub. Su Ci's heart felt stung by something, a palpitation that was both tingling and painful, indescribable. It spread from her limbs to her entire body, threatening to swallow her whole. She turned her head to look out the window. At this moment, Fu Jue returned, 'Uncle, it's okay now, let's go home.' Fu Nancheng flicked the cigarette ash, 'The night has just begun, what's the rush? We won't go home tonight, we'll stay at a hotel.'

"Staying at a hotel? Su Ci had an uneasy feeling, always sensing that something would happen tonight. This night will be very long. ... The four people arrived at the Fu's Hotel, and the hotel manager hurriedly came out to greet them, 'President, how many rooms would you like me to reserve for you?' Su Xue immediately said, 'Husband, let's share a room.' Fu Nancheng did not object and agreed to share a room with Su Xue. He strode into the elevator, and Su Xue looked at Su Ci with a smile, 'Su Ci, your room tonight is right next to ours. If my husband and I make too much noise tonight, don't mind, okay?'"