Sū Cí's eyes, red with emotion, were covered with a layer of crystal-clear tears. It turned out that all his tenderness and care for her had been false, and now she was seeing his true colors. "I am your little nephew's girlfriend, he is better than you!" Fù Nánchéng stiffened, and as a shadow climbed up all his brows, he laughed angrily in response, "Is that so? I thought it was because my little nephew couldn't satisfy you, so you couldn't wait to climb into his uncle's bed." Tears finally began to fall from Sū Cí's eyes, one by one, as she glared at him with watery eyes. Her soft, youthful voice carried a choking sob as she repeated, "Fù Nánchéng, you are a bastard, I hate you." Fù Nánchéng's handsome eyes moved rapidly, and then he reached out to undo the belt of her clothes. Hate him, then, since... she didn't like him anyway. "Why cry, are you feeling wronged now?" "On the first day I returned to the country, wasn't it you who slept with me? I was drunk, sleeping soundly, and you climbed on top of me. Did you tell my little nephew about this?" "You are not my Mrs. Fù at all, and you play the substitute, impersonating my Mrs. Fù. Did you ever think of my little nephew when I held you in my arms and kissed you while you slept? Moving between us, my nephew and me, must give you a great sense of achievement, right?" "Sū Cí, it was you who provoked me first!"

"No. It's not like that. She was also set up the last time he returned to the country, and this game of being a stand-in wasn't something she wanted to play. At this moment, a melodious phone ringtone sounded; she was getting a call. The phone screen displayed two characters: Fu Jue. It was a call from Fu Jue. Su Ci pressed down on his hand, clutching at a lifesaver, 'Fu Jue is calling, let me go quickly, or I'll tell Fu Jue that you're bullying me.' Fu Nancheng pinched her small, tear-stained pear blossom face and laughed at her innocence, 'Then I might as well tell Fu Jue that his girlfriend is restless, seducing his uncle in the middle of the night. Who do you think he'll believe?' Su Ci, '...' The melodious phone ringtone continued to sound, Fu Nancheng said, 'Answer it quickly, or my nephew will come knocking at our door. Of course, if you find it exciting, you can ignore it.' Su Ci looked at him, trembling all over. How could he be so shameless? Fu Jue was staying next door right now; he was doing this on purpose, wasn't he? Su Ci pressed the button to answer the call, and Fu Jue's voice came through immediately, 'Ci Ci, are you hungry? I'll go out and buy you some late-night snacks, okay?' Fu Nancheng looked at the girl. She was disheveled from his bullying, her long black hair carelessly tangled around her face and neck, her bright red lips a bit swollen from his kisses, very alluring. She was still crying as she talked to Fu Jue on the phone, so pitiful, and facing the boy's attentiveness, she said through her tears, 'No need.'"

The voice after crying is different, so tender and soft, it's hard to say who it tempts. Fu Jue was still talking, 'Alright, Ci Ci, have an early sleep. Tomorrow morning I'll take you for breakfast.' Su Ci was about to speak, but Fu Nancheng's big hand reached out, snatched her phone away, and hung up the call. He leaned down and said, 'You talk to my little nephew with this voice, if I don't give the word tonight, you two will end up sleeping together, won't you?' Slap. Su Ci took the opportunity to raise her hand and slapped him hard across the face. Last time she hit his right cheek, this time she hit his left. Fu Nancheng was knocked sideways. He tongued the bitten left cheek, and when he turned back around, he casually picked up the pillowcase, covered her tearful little face, and then kissed her red lips. She didn't deserve to be pitied.