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It was past nine o'clock at night when An Xiaoyue finally came out after taking a shower.

She was wearing a fluffy bathrobe that reached her ankles, which gave off a very wintery vibe.

The Waterside Residence has a central heating system, but she just loves this soft and warm feeling.

Winter should have a wintery atmosphere.

She studied medicine and preferred a life that followed the seasons.

But the Waterside Residence wasn't for her alone, so it couldn't be decorated exactly according to her ideas.

After she finished showering, Fu Shengyang went in to shower as well, and also cleaned the bathroom.

An Xiaoyue stared at the closed bathroom door and quietly went to the study to look for her phone.

After she released the clarification video, Fu Shengyang, worried that she would suffer further harm, confiscated her phone.

Fu Shengyang hid it so well; she searched all afternoon but couldn't find any trace of the phone.

In the afternoon, she looked for the room and the dressing room.

The waterside residence is only so big, so the only place Fu Shengyang could possibly hide his phone is in the study.

This was the first time An Xiaoyue had stepped into Fu Shengyang's study since moving into Shuixie Residence.

The heavy wooden desk was piled high with documents and books, interspersed with colorful little items such as Rubik's Cubes and grip balls.

The large bookcase behind the desk was crammed full of books, leaving no space at all.

It's as if if you stuff one more book in, the entire bookshelf will lose its last support and collapse.

How could Fu Shengyang concentrate on his work in such a chaotic environment?

An Xiaoyue loves reading, and Jincheng's home also has a wall of bookshelves.

She has loved all kinds of books since she was a child, and started reading martial arts novels in the second grade of elementary school.

Although she didn't understand some of the words, it didn't affect her reading.

My mother is very willing to spend money on books, and gradually her collection has grown larger and larger.

Mom turned the TV wall in the living room into a row of bookshelves, and the living room became her favorite reading corner.

Most of the time, she and her mother stayed in the living room, each doing their own thing.

Judging from their worn condition, the books in Fu Shengyang's bookcase must have been read countless times and were books he really liked.

Boys and girls are indeed different.

She likes neat and tidy bookshelves, and when she reads, she doesn't make the books wrinkled or full of creases.

What kind of books would a big boss like Fu Shengyang like to read?

An Xiaoyue was curious.

Her gaze fell on the most tattered book in front of her, and she carefully pulled it out.

Narrow Gate.

An Xiaoyue has read many people's reviews of this book.

It was a sad ending.

So she never looked at it.

She's easily moved to tears and afraid of crying until her eyes swell up.

Why is Fu Shengyang so enthusiastic about a tragic novel?

She wanted to find the answer.

With a book in hand, An Xiaoyue completely forgot what she was supposed to do in the study.

Leaning against the wall, with the book against the bookshelf, I began to read.

Having probably not read anything other than her professional books for a long time, An Xiaoyue became completely engrossed in the book as soon as she started reading.

When Fu Shengyang came out of the shower and didn't see anyone, he thought to himself: Oh no.

He hurried to the study and saw a fluffy figure leaning against the wall, engrossed in reading a book.

The book she was reading was "The Narrow Gate," which he had read countless times.

She was barefoot, wearing a pair of fluffy open-toed slippers. Her long, delicate toes were red, but she was completely unaware of it and didn't seem to mind how tired her feet were.

Fu Shengyang reached out and took the book from her hands.

With tears welling in her eyes, An Xiaoyue recognized the person in front of her and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Go back to your room and sit down to watch."

She was absorbed in the emotions of the book and nodded blankly, "Okay."

Stepping out of the study, An Xiaoyue finally remembered why she had come there in the first place.

She stopped in her tracks, staring longingly at Fu Shengyang. "Can I have my phone?"

Fu Shengyang narrowed his eyes. "You're here to look for your phone?"

Yes?

“No,” An Xiaoyue denied. “I didn’t know what time it was, so I came to the study to check the time.”

"Oh~" Fu Shengyang said meaningfully, and chuckled, "Then I won't return your phone."

Ah!

How could this person be so wicked!

I was just teasing her.

"Fu Xian..."

Under Fu Shengyang's disapproving gaze, An Xiaoyue realized the problem with how she addressed him and immediately changed her address, "Shengyang, I need my phone."

What an awkward way to address him, Mr. Fu is much more natural.

What do you use your phone for?

At this moment, Fu Shengyang was like a worried homeroom teacher, patiently guiding his students while setting traps for them step by step.

If An Xiaoyue dares to jump in, she's doomed.

She said, "I just look at what's happening online."

She didn't tell the truth, and Fu Shengyang teased her by going along with her words, so she chose to answer honestly.

"Book or phone?" Fu Shengyang asked her, holding a book in one hand and a phone in the other.

An Xiaoyue replied without hesitation, "I'll read the book tomorrow, I need my phone now."

Fu Shengyang returned the phone to her and dragged his lazy steps back to his room.

The sound of shoes rubbing against the ground sounded exactly like Fu Shengyang's anger.

Why is he angry?

He was the one who made her choose.

An Xiaoyue didn't understand.

But she didn't hesitate to open the social media app.

A few seconds after logging on, An Xiaoyue's phone stopped lagging.

The message showed 999+, which was within her expectations.

She didn't open any messages, neither comments nor private messages.

She knew she couldn't handle it, so she decided not to watch.

An Xiaoyue chose to search for "An Xiaoyue's clarification" online, and the first search result was her own video.

She scrolled down through the videos one by one.

A video released by the auction house shows the "Lucky Star" item being auctioned.

She watched as a bunch of people started bidding, from 100 million to 200 million, and finally the auctioneer on behalf of the buyer raised his paddle and bid 300 million.

The scene erupted in uproar; the client was clearly determined to win.

The auctioneer surveyed the room. "Three hundred million. Any higher bids?"

After a few seconds of silence, the auctioneer brought down the gavel, "Three hundred million..."

In less than a minute, 300 million was gone!

"This ring costs 300 million?!"

While An Xiaoyue was shocked, she suddenly felt that the ring on her ring finger was unusually heavy.

Fu Shengyang crossed his legs and leaned against the headboard to read a book.

He didn't even lift his eyelids, and made a nasal "hmm" as a response.

"Do you have a lot of money?" An Xiaoyue suddenly wondered just how rich Fu Shengyang really was.

"With working capital, as long as we don't have to buy a lucky star every day, we could never spend it all in our lifetime."

Fu Shengyang, who said this, raised his chin, looking very proud.

An Xiaoyue clicked her tongue in amazement. To never have to worry about money for the rest of her life? It seemed so unreal.

"What's bothering you?"

Fu Shengyang, "When will you realize I'm angry?"

This... is nothing to worry about!

An Xiaoyue moved to sit down on the edge of the bed. "Why are you angry?" she asked sincerely.

Her beautiful eyes tilted as she gazed at Fu Shengyang's face.

When he's angry, he seems no different from usual; he's always expressionless.

Fu Shengyang slightly lifted his eyelids.

Seeing her obedient appearance, and that she even knew to put down her phone and come over to ask "why," he felt a sense of relief.

He really has no expectations of her, that's why such a caring word from her can make him feel nothing at all.

Instead of answering, Fu Shengyang asked, "Why are you reading this book?"

"It's the worst and most conspicuous one, so I'm curious about what books you usually read."

Fu Shengyang turned to the side, sat cross-legged facing her, and asked, "You want to understand me?"