Fu Xingzhou carried Ye Yan all the way back to the Fu Family home.
Ye Yan initially resisted quite a bit, but eventually accepted her fate in silence, and at last, she fell deep asleep in his embrace.
That sleep lasted until the next morning.
The first thing she saw was the soft bedding; the room's cool color palette was characteristic of Fu Xingzhou's bedroom at the Fu Family home. Simple, yet it exuded a subtle luxury.
Ye Yan threw back the covers and got out of bed.
After freshening up briefly, a servant knocked on the door and entered, carrying a tray of Hong Kong-style breakfast tea.
"Where's Fu Xingzhou?"
"The Second Young Master Fu is speaking with the master. He'll be here soon."
The servant laid out the dishes one by one on the table.
A short while later, Fu Xingzhou returned.
He wore a plain dark blue cable-knit sweater and black trousers, his collarbone peeking out, exuding a sexy, porcelain white.
