She goes crazy, he'll cover for her; the darling of the group is someone no one dares to mess w

Han Xi was very patient with Fang Li.

Fang Li has disliked ginger since she was a child; she's the kind of person who feels like vomiting just from the smell.

But Han Xi managed to coax her into drinking a whole bowl of ginger and jujube tea.

After drinking a bowl of hot tea, Fang Li felt much better about her aching lower abdomen, and the heat also restored some color to her face.

After finishing her tea, Fang Li lay down, and Han Xi pulled the blanket over her. Then, he placed his hands on either side of her head, his deep, cold eyes fixed on her.

"Get well soon, I'm looking forward to continuing what we didn't finish tonight with you."

"..." Fang Li was stunned for a second, her cheeks turning red at a visible speed.

This man, how could he have become like this?!

Wasn't he supposed to be aloof and indifferent?

How could I possibly keep bringing this up?

What's left undone? He treated her so well, even if he didn't go all the way, he did everything else he was supposed to do, why isn't she satisfied?

Fang Li's ears were redder than her cheeks.

Having been together with Song Yuchen for nearly two years, they rarely saw each other, and with Song Yuchen deliberately avoiding them, their relationship consisted of nothing more than fleeting kisses, with no further intimacy whatsoever.

What Fang Li did with Han Xi tonight was the most intimate thing she had ever done with a man in her life.

She was both nervous and clueless. All she could remember was chaotic breathing and tearing. Her consciousness was completely occupied by the burning heat of their bodies pressed together, and she couldn't spare any attention to experience anything else.

He said he was looking forward to what he hadn't finished...

Thinking of certain images, Fang Li's long, curled eyelashes trembled violently. She quickly lowered her eyes and pushed away the man who was leaning over her. "Let's talk about it later. It's getting late. We have to go to work tomorrow. Go to sleep."

Han Xi's deep eyes flickered slightly, revealing a hint of playful sarcasm.

He swallowed hard, chuckled softly, then suddenly leaned down and gently kissed the corner of her lips before getting up, walking around to the other side of the bed, turning off the light, and getting into bed.

The blanket behind me was pulled back, and then a warm chest pressed against my back.

Fang Li curled up, her back slightly tense. The next moment, an arm appeared around her waist, its hot palm pressed against her lower abdomen. With a slight pull, it drew her back into its embrace.

"Go to sleep."

My lower abdomen felt warm, and I felt gentle, repeated sensations.

Fang Li quietly felt it, and soon her slightly tense body gradually relaxed. Her small hand naturally rested on the back of the man's hand that was covering her lower abdomen, swaying with his movements.

After about ten minutes, Fang Li's sore eyelids finally closed completely.

Feeling the woman in front of him gradually calm down, Han Xijun's handsome eyebrows relaxed, he gently touched the hair behind her ear with the corner of his mouth, tightened his large hand on her lower abdomen, and slowly closed his eyes.

.......

Knowing that Fang Li was unwell, Han Xi behaved very well for the next few days.

Every night, aside from a brief kiss, he would obediently hold her as they slept, behaving with self-discipline and never overstepping any boundaries. He should have been able to relax.

But for some reason, Fang Li couldn't help feeling nervous.

Moreover, the longer time went on, the more uncertain she felt.

Even when Han Xi occasionally asked her if her stomach was still hurting, she couldn't help but wonder if he was genuinely concerned about her or just wanted to know if her period had ended and when they could continue what they hadn't finished last time.

Because of this, Fang Li was frequently distracted at work for the next few days.

After being reminded by Zhou Yufan several times, she kept telling herself that what's meant to happen will happen, and that she should stop thinking about it and let things take their course. Only then did she feel a little better.

Fang Li was on the fourth day of her period, and her body was basically clean.

After work, Zhou Yufan made an appointment to have dinner with a young director who had risen to prominence in the last two years. Fang Li intended to accompany him, but halfway there, she received a call from Wen Yang.

As soon as the call connected, instead of Wen Yang's voice, a series of noisy arguments came through.

Interspersed among these were a few angry shouts from Wen Yang: "I already spent tens of thousands on the wedding dress last time, what more do you want from me!"

There were many voices on the other end, men and women, young and old, all vying to say something in a long string.

Wen Yang retorted in despair, "I'm broke! Why should I pay for Wen Tao's wedding? If you're so capable of agreeing to it, then go and cover your own losses!"

"......"

"I don't care! I've only been working for a few years. How much money have you taken from me? Where am I supposed to get any more money!"

"......"

"Go ahead and kill me if you dare! I have no money! Not a single penny!"

Snapped!

Crash! Sizzle!

A series of noises.

Fang Li was terrified when she heard this.

He quickly called out to Wen Yang, "Yangyang?! What happened? Are you alright?"

A scream suddenly came from the phone, followed by someone bursting into tears. After a long while, Wen Yang's angry and confused voice finally came through.

"Don't touch me! That's my bag!"

"Hello? Yangyang!"

"..." The call had already been disconnected.

Fang Li's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately looked at Zhou Yufan beside her, "Yangyang is in trouble!"

Zhou Yufan also heard the noise on the phone. He glanced at the time, turned around and pulled Fang Li toward the parking space: "Get in the car first. I'll call Director Zou and reschedule for another time. Let's go see Wen Yang first."

The black Maserati sped out of its parking space, turned around, and headed north of the city.

No. 37 Chaobei Road.

A decades-old residential community.

There are three buildings in total, each with five floors. There are no elevators, and the exterior walls of the buildings are dilapidated and gray, but they are still full of people living inside.

Most of the residents here are longtime residents of Beijing.

We know all the neighbors well.

On the fourth floor of Building 3, people come and go, and from time to time, arguments or cries can be heard from the windows.

Downstairs, the neighbors who were chatting together looked up one by one, then huddled together and whispered among themselves.

"The Wen family is really out of line. Look what they've done to our neighborhood!"

"You still have the nerve to say that you're both working parents and educated people? I think they're the most uncivilized family in our neighborhood!"

"Have you heard? It seems that the Wen family's son owes a lot of money, and it's thanks to his wife that he was able to cover the debts."

"Everyone knows that the Wen family is incredibly lucky to have found such a daughter-in-law. I heard that her family is very well-off, and she works for a big company. She's got money to burn!"

"No wonder, Teacher Wang used to say that the Wen family were true Beijingers and that Tao Tao would never marry a woman from out of town. But now? Why doesn't she say she wants to find a local girl?"

"They're just after their money. What does a household registration matter if you have money?"

"Sigh, it's all because of that daughter of the Wen family. She was such a good girl, but her parents abused her when she was young. Now that she's grown up, she's been hiding from coming back for so many years, but in the end, she still couldn't escape it."

As they were talking, another sound of something heavy breaking came from upstairs.

Then came another round of arguing and crying.