At my words, Lu Xinran’s sweet expression faltered. A shadow crossed her dark eyes as she turned to Fu Shenyan, tugging at the corner of his shirt. “Brother Shenyan,” she murmured, “I was too selfish last night, disturbing you and Sister Shen. Could you please ask her to stay for breakfast with us? As… as my apology? Please?” Me… Heh. Of course. Some people never had to work for anything. All they had to do was master the art of playing coy and helpless, and they could have things others couldn't attain in a lifetime. Fu Shenyan, who had been completely indifferent to my presence until now, glanced over at me at Lu Xinran's plea. “Eat with us,” he said. The words were an order, cold and absolute. Did it sting? I was used to it. Forcing a smile, I nodded. “Thank you.” I could never bring myself to refuse Fu Shenyan completely. He was the kind of man who had stolen my heart with a single glance, and I knew I’d never be free. It was a rare privilege, eating a breakfast made by Fu Shenyan for the first time. Fried eggs and green bean congee—simple, yet extraordinary. I had always imagined a man like him, one seemingly cradled by destiny itself, would have hands meant for conquering the world, not cooking. “Sister Shen, you have to try one of Brother Shenyan’s fried eggs,” Lu Xinran said, placing one in my bowl. “They’re delicious. He used to make them for me all the time when we were together.” Then she placed one in Fu Shenyan’s bowl with a sweet smile. “Shenyan, you promised you’d take me to see the flowers in Nanjiang today. You can’t go back on your word, okay?” “Mm,” Fu Shenyan grunted in response, eating his breakfast with an air of elegant nobility. He was a man of few words, but for Lu Xinran, it seemed he had an answer and an indulgence for every request. Chen Junyu seemed accustomed to it all, eating his own breakfast with quiet grace, watching us like a spectator at a play. I lowered my gaze, my brow furrowing. Today was Grandpa’s funeral. If Fu Shenyan left with Lu Xinran, then at the Fu family home… It was a breakfast no one could enjoy. After a few simple bites, I saw Fu Shenyan finish and head upstairs to change. I put down my chopsticks and followed him. The bedroom. Fu Shenyan knew I was behind him. “What is it?” he asked, his voice detached. Without another thought, he stripped off his shirt, his powerful physique exposed to the air. On instinct, I spun around, turning my back to him. “It’s Grandpa’s funeral today.” The rustle of fabric and the zip of a fly sounded behind me, followed by his emotionless reply. “You can go on your own.” My brow tightened. “Fu Shenyan, he was your grandfather.” As the eldest son, what would the rest of the Fu family think if he wasn’t there? “I’ve already told Chen Yi to handle the burial arrangements. If there are any other details, coordinate with him.” He delivered the words with zero emotion, as if discussing some trivial matter. As he started walking toward the study, I raised my voice, the pain in it undeniable. “Fu Shenyan, is it true that besides Lu Xinran, everyone else is disposable to you? Does family mean nothing?” He stopped. Turning to face me, he narrowed his dark eyes, his posture radiating a chilling coldness. “It is not your place to lecture me about the Fu family’s affairs.” He paused, a cruel smirk twisting his lips as he spat out the words, “You are not worthy.” His words were like a bucket of ice water poured over me, a vicious chill seeping into my very bones. As his footsteps faded away, a bitter laugh escaped my lips. Not worthy. Heh. Two years, and I still couldn't melt a heart of stone. “I always knew you were shameless, but I didn’t realize you were a meddler, too.” A mocking voice drifted from the doorway. I turned. I hadn’t even noticed her there. Lu Xinran was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. The innocent, sweet girl from breakfast was gone, replaced by a cold, menacing glare.