Severed ties and living in a dilapidated house? No worries, the poor thing has a space.

After that person left, Xiao Jingqi and his companion also departed first.

As soon as Fang Yu turned around after seeing them off, a person holding a folding fan looked at her with a half-smile.

Fang Yu glanced at it with disgust, then turned back to continue greeting the guests.

Wang Yuan paused in his fan-waving, his only smile vanishing, and asked the attendant behind him, "Don't I look handsome today?"

The attendant scrutinized him carefully: "Young master, you are naturally handsome and dashing. It's that country bumpkin who has no taste."

Fang Yu was standing at the counter, looking at today's income, when Wang Yuan walked in. This time, he didn't look at Fang Yu; he went to an empty table and sat down.

A waiter came forward to greet him: "Young master, what would you like to eat?"

Wang Yuan deliberately raised his voice: "Bring up all your signature dishes. I heard your restaurant opened today, so I came here to have a taste."

"Alright, please wait a moment, young master."

He was just trying to tell Fang Yu that he was there for dinner, but Fang Yu completely ignored him.

When the mala tang arrived, his expectant gaze faltered. He thought to himself, "This bowl of food looks so ordinary and unremarkable, and it's called mala tang?"

He suddenly felt that renting the restaurant to Fang Yu was a bit of a loss.

He picked up a piece of meat with some skepticism and tasted it. In an instant, he banished his doubts about Fang Yu from his mind and began to eat seriously.

He even ate a second serving. He was now very satisfied with the spicy hot pot, and the Liuliangye liquor was so much better than the wine brewed by his family.

After eating and drinking his fill, he wiped his mouth clean and walked towards Fang Yu, placing his fan on the counter: "Miss Fang, I think your spicy hot pot tastes pretty good, but the restaurant is a bit small. How about we cooperate? I have a few vacant shops that can be used to open restaurants."

Fang Yu paused, fiddling with the abacus, and looked up at him. Just as Wang Yuan thought he had a chance, Fang Yu said calmly, "Sir, this is a five taels of silver."

"Why don't you just rob someone?" Wang Yuan's henchman suddenly blurted out from behind.

Fang Yu frowned slightly, clearly displeased. Wang Yuan immediately scolded his attendant, "What are you saying? Shut up."

He smiled at Fang Yu again and returned to the previous topic: "Miss Fang, what do you think?"

Fang Yu's gaze shifted, meeting his expectant look. She slowly opened her lips and said to the waiter, "Show the guest out."

Wang Yuan was kicked out—no, he was asked to leave.

He stomped his feet in anger at the door, but there was nothing he could do. He then instructed his servant, "You must find a way to get her recipe for spicy hot pot."

The attendant was overjoyed: "Alright, I'll get right on it."

Fang Ling, who was coming out of the pharmacy with a packet of medicine in her hand, happened to see this scene.

She glanced briefly at the newly opened restaurant and thought she was mistaken, but the people bustling around inside looked like Li Shi.

She walked a little closer and saw Fang Yu talking to Wang Yuan inside the counter. She looked up at the sign with red silk flowers hanging on it.

She thought to herself, it shouldn't be like that, how could Fang Yu's family afford to run a restaurant?

But seeing Wang Yuan being kicked out just like that confirmed what she couldn't believe.

Wang Yuan was still a little angry. He flicked his sleeve, glared at the signboard, and strode away.

Fang Ling followed behind him the whole time. She had gone to the Wang family several times before because of the annulment of the engagement, but she was turned away each time. Today might be her chance.

She found a suitable moment, walked in front of Wang Yuan, and deliberately tripped and bumped into him.

Upon seeing that the figure was a woman, Wang Yuan caught her with both hands without thinking and asked softly, "Miss, are you alright?"

Fang Ling turned around timidly, looking frightened, her voice so sweet it could melt hearts: "I'm sorry, young master, are you alright?"

Their eyes met. Fang Ling's eyes showed surprise, while Wang Yuan felt a bit disgusted, especially since he had just been ignored by Fang Yu. He was getting angry just looking at Fang Ling's face.

He let go of her hand, put it behind his back, and turned to leave. Fang Ling chased after him with the medicine bag in her hand. "Young Master Wang, are you really alright?"

Wang Yuan flicked his folding fan open, glancing at her with disdain: "I know you still care about our marriage. Let me tell you the truth, my Wang family cannot marry you as our principal wife."

Fang Ling had known all along, but she was unwilling to accept it, especially seeing Fang Yu's family's life getting better and better every day.

A hint of disappointment lingered on her lips, yet she smiled, a touch of shyness in her eyes, as she said, "I have long admired Young Master Wang. As for titles and honors, they can never compare to the sincerity I have for you."

Wang Yuan closed his folding fan, lifted her chin, gave a cold sneer, and looked meaningfully into her eyes: "You like me that much?"

Fang Ling's watery eyes looked extremely aggrieved: "Of course it's true, how can Young Master Wang believe me?"

The scene shifts to a private room in a restaurant. Wang Yuan pours himself a glass of wine, drinks it all in one gulp, and then sits down on the bed, looking at Fang Ling with a leisurely air.

Although she had only experienced such a scene once before, Fang Ling was still a little nervous. She nervously pinched the hem of her clothes and took a deep breath before walking over.

Her eyes unconsciously swept around, especially the rooftops, hoping that no one would disturb her good time this time.

She walked gracefully to Wang Yuan's side and sat down, her eyes filled with timid shyness. She gently raised her fingertips and placed them on his lapel, the movement of her fingertips soft and slow.

Although Wang Yuan didn't seem to like Fang Ling on the surface, he was a man, and she had come to him willingly; how could he refuse?

He couldn't wait to pin Fang Ling down.

. . . . . .

Afterwards, Fang Ling nestled in his arms, her fingertips tracing circles on his chest, which had no pectoral muscles whatsoever.

“Young Master Wang, I am now yours. I ask for nothing more than to stay by your side. I will be content as long as I can stay by your side.”

Wang Yuan paused, then released her, got up, picked up the clothes scattered on the bed, and put them on. His tone was no longer as gentle as it had been during their passionate encounter.

"Want a formal title? Impossible. Even if I were willing to marry you, my father and mother would never agree."

Fang Ling, wrapped in a blanket, bit her lip, her tone extremely aggrieved: "I know I can't compare to Fang Yu. Since leaving the Fang family, I have indeed become more and more beautiful, but she already has someone she likes."

Wang Yuan suddenly felt like he'd been caught out. Being rejected by Fang Yu several times was already embarrassing enough, but Fang Ling's words made him even more indignant. He retorted stubbornly, "Who told you I like her? I just want the prescription she has."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ling's brows relaxed and her lips pursed slightly: "Fang Yu is a cunning person. It will be extremely difficult for Young Master Wang to obtain her prescription. Perhaps I can help Young Master Wang alleviate some of his worries."