Fu Nancheng took her hand and led her inside. Su Ci followed behind him, his broad and warm palm completely enveloping her soft and delicate hand, a big hand holding a small one. She thought the days of being a substitute were over, but who knew they would continue. As soon as they entered the living room, they heard the voice of Fu's wife, Lin Xiangyu, looking around, 'My son went to bring back my daughter-in-law, why hasn't he brought her back yet? Keep the door closed, and if he comes back alone later, shut the door and don't let him in.' Fu Nancheng, '...Mom.' Mrs. Fu immediately spotted the delicate figure behind Fu Nancheng and rushed over, 'My dear son, you finally came back, I've been waiting for you for so long. Is this my good daughter-in-law, Su Xue?' 'Mom,' Su Ci called out obediently. 'Good! Very good!' Mrs. Fu immediately agreed, she was very satisfied with this daughter-in-law, 'Xue Xue, actually, I've admired your great reputation for a long time.' 'Me?' 'Yes, you are the flower thief who plucked my son!' '...' Su Ci's small face flushed bright red, and the night deliberately buried in the depths of her memory suddenly emerged in her mind. 'Xue Xue, I want to interview you exclusively, how is my son, this tall flower? That night he was still a... pure boy.'

Madam Fu winked ambiguously. In fact, Su Ci had already guessed that it was his first time that night, and now that it was confirmed, she immediately looked towards the man. Fu Nancheng, tall with long legs, stood aside, his deep and narrow eyes also falling on her. Two people, four eyes met. The scenes of that night became clear and scorching in a flash of electric sparks. Su Ci quickly looked away. 'Mom, I don't remember anything from that night.' Madam Fu laughed heartily, 'Xue Xue, let's make dumplings together, our family will have dumplings tonight.' 'Okay.' ... Su Ci started making dumplings with Madam Fu. Because the dumpling wrappers were on top of the refrigerator, Su Ci went to get them. But the refrigerator was too high, she couldn't reach it even on tiptoes. At this moment, a tall and straight figure came up from behind, his long arm reached up, easily getting the dumpling wrappers over her. Su Ci knew that Fu Nancheng had come because she could already smell the clean and refreshing scent of men on him. She turned around, 'Thank you.' But Fu Nancheng didn't give her the dumpling wrappers. He cornered her, trapped her in his arms, then his handsome waist bent down, bringing his handsome face close to her, and asked in a low voice, 'Did you really not remember anything from that night?' The blush on Su Ci's face instantly dyed her snow-white earlobes, and her deer-like eyes sparked with a wet glow, 'Yes, I don't remember.' 'Heh.'

A careless, hoarse laugh rolled out from Fu Nancheng's throat. He hadn't expected Su Xue to be so shy and charming during the day. Why hadn't he noticed it before? It had been two nights since he had held her in his arms to sleep, and now, at such a close distance, the sweet scent of a young girl wafted from her, making his heart itch. He couldn't help but tease her, "So... how about I help you remember well tonight?" "..." The atmosphere instantly became ambiguous, and Su Ci's heartbeat became uncontrollable again. "Xue Xue, why are you taking so long with the dumpling wrappers? Are they placed too high? Let me get them for you." At this moment, Mrs. Fu came over. When she saw her son bullying her daughter-in-law in his arms, she let out an "Oh my," turned around and left, "I'm old, let the young ones do it." Su Ci wished she could crawl into a hole. She snatched the dumpling wrappers, trying to sneak away from the left. But as she moved left, the man moved left; as she moved right, the man moved right. His tall figure maliciously blocked her here, teasing her. Su Ci's little face was hot. She raised her hand, dabbed a bit of flour, and smeared it directly onto his handsome face, "For blocking me." Fu Nancheng stepped back, and she took the opportunity to run away like a flash. Watching her slender figure, Fu Nancheng wiped the bit of flour on his face with the back of his hand, then let out a pleasant laugh. ... After the family of three ate dumplings, Mrs. Fu said, "Son, Xue Xue, the new room upstairs has been prepared for you. You two should go to bed early." What? Sleep here? Does that mean she has to sleep with Fu Nancheng again?