I could feel Fu Yuye's hand tightening around mine for a moment. He stood on my side, blocking me behind him. Physically, I was older than him, so this action would typically seem childish for most people. However, when all I could see in my field of vision was Fu Yuye's broad shoulders, I suddenly felt a mixture of complicated emotions.

That feeling was neither bad nor good. It was like I was a weak woman who couldn't do anything.

I could only hear Fu Yuye's cold and indifferent voice saying, "It's none of your business."

I have never seen such indifference in him before.

Fu Yuzheng, on the other hand, showed no signs of anger or excitement. In fact, he even had a good temper and smiled. When he smiled, there was a gentle curve at the corners of his eyes. His facial features were similar to Fu Yuye, and I felt as if I was seeing Fu Yuye ten years from now. However, I couldn't say that they looked very alike. Fu Yuye lacked that subtle air of hiding a knife behind his smile. He might be a Maitreya Buddha in front of others, but who knows what he is like behind their backs.

He said, "Don't worry, I won't come to disturb you. At least--"

He paused slightly, then gave me a pitying look.

Halfway through the conversation, there was no continuation. After Fu Yuzheng left, I looked at Fu Yuye curiously, but Fu Yuye acted as if nothing had happened, just saying, "He is my uncle. He won't object to us being together, Teacher, don't be afraid."

When he comforts me, he really does seem like a reliable adult.

I jokingly pinched his stiff face and said, "Yes, old man!"

Later, when Fu Yuye's grandfather used his shares and position to threaten him, he was confined at home. It was Fu Yuzheng who helped him escape and came to see me. During that time, I couldn't contact Fu Yuye for many days. I was worried about him, worried that he wasn't eating or sleeping well. I was afraid he might have been secretly taken somewhere I couldn't find. I was anxious that we would never meet again. But there was nothing I could do except wait for him. I didn't know how long I waited, but I continued to wait. Then suddenly, I saw him sitting in front of my apartment door. He looked relaxed, with a lazy smile on his face. For a moment, I thought it was an illusion.

I thought he came to explain to me why he hadn't been seen for so many days, or tell me about the difficulties he encountered, or hug me and act cute, saying he missed me. But he didn't. He, who loves cleanliness so much, was sitting on the ground at that moment, with bright eyes and pale skin revealing bruises that could be seen through. I felt sorry for him and wanted to help him up, and he calmly extended his hand to me.

Just as I was about to grip tightly, he said, "Teacher, let's break up."

I could only feel numbness spreading from my fingertips to my arm.

He even asked, unbelievably, "What?"

Fu Yuye stood up on his own, his expression gradually turning cold – a coldness tinged with compassion.

Their faces overlapped with Fu Yuzheng's. At that moment, I really felt that they looked so alike.

I am not an ignorant young lad. I can also imagine the immense pressure that Fu Yuye faces at home. But what I don't understand is, are money and power really that important? Perhaps it's because I have never had them, so I wouldn't understand. But when I think about it, Fu Yuye, who grew up in luxury since childhood, lives a glamorous life in front of others. Even the pants he is wearing now, casually sitting on the floor, would cost an ordinary person's several months' salary. Can I demand that he bow down to others for me?

Do I have the qualification for this?

I don't have that ability, I'm just an ant who will only drag him into the dust.

Now he wants to return to the branch, and all I can do is wish him a bright future.