Eldest Brother Ye Mingzhe

The next morning, gentle sunlight streamed through the window, waking Ye Shengge from her slumber. As she looked at the unfamiliar ceiling, it took her a moment to realize that she was in Fu Yushen's room. Yesterday, she and Fu Yushen had obtained their marriage certificate, and she was now supposed to live here.

Ye Shengge got out of bed, and the wounds on her shins had already started to heal. The ointment that Fu Yushen had asked the old butler to deliver was quite effective.

During breakfast, Fu Hexuan sat in the main seat, while Ye Shengge sat next to Fu Yushen. Fu Hexuan seemed delighted and said, "Yushen, let's pick a good day soon and hold a wedding for you and Shengsheng! It's also a good opportunity to announce your marriage!"

Fu Yushen nodded slightly, "Okay."

Ye Shengge was surprised and discreetly nudged him with her leg under the table.

Fu Yushen's breath caught. He looked down and realized his leg was lightly touched by her. Through the thin fabric, he could distinctly feel the softness and warmth of her body.

Fu Yushen's eyes darkened a bit. He turned his head to her, silently asking, "What's wrong?"

Ye Shengge leaned in closer, lowering her voice as she whispered in his ear, "We signed a divorce agreement just yesterday, with a one-year term. It would be troublesome if we announce the marriage now. What do you think?"

Furrowing his brow slightly, Fu Yushen asked, "Troublesome?"

Ye Shengge continued in a hushed tone, "So, let's not rush with the wedding and keep the marriage a secret for now. What do you say?"

Fu Yushen's gaze deepened as he looked at her for a long moment before withdrawing his expressionless gaze.

Ye Shengge then turned to look at Grandpa Fu, her eyes curved as she said, "Grandfather, let's postpone the wedding for a while. There's no need to rush."

Fu Hexuan didn't mind waiting, but he couldn't help but hope for a grandchild sooner. "Shengsheng, ultimately, getting married is your decision as young people. If you want to delay the wedding for a while, it's fine, but don't make me wait too long."

Ye Shengge smiled sweetly and said a few more things, temporarily deflecting the matter.

Grandpa Fu didn't stay at Jingyuan, so after breakfast, he returned to the old mansion.

Today was the weekend, so Fu Yushen didn't need to go to the company. He sat on the living room sofa, wearing a loose-fitting thin sweater, and casually flipped through a financial magazine, exuding an indifferent and noble aura in every move.

Ye Shengge remembered the ointment from last night and her eyes flickered slightly. She went upstairs to retrieve it and approached Fu Yushen, feeling slightly uncomfortable as she said, "This ointment works well. You have a bite mark on your wrist. You can try using it."

Without lifting his head from the magazine, Fu Yushen replied, "No need."

Ye Shengge raised an eyebrow, "Do you want to keep that bite mark forever?"

Finally, he put down the magazine and glanced at her. His tone was cold, "Aren't you the one who wanted a divorce? Why bother about these things?"

Ye Shengge: "..."

He looked at her with a dark expression, his deep black eyes locking onto hers. "What if I say I want to keep that bite mark?"

Ye Shengge: "???"

What was this fetish?

Were there people who enjoyed leaving scars on themselves?

Ye Shengge vaguely remembered that she hadn't bitten him so harshly back then. How come the bite mark had lasted until now without fading?

Well, since he didn't want to use the ointment, Ye Shengge couldn’t force him either and turned to leave.

Fu Yushen leisurely stretched out his leg.

Ye Shengge's attention was entirely on the ointment in her hand. As she took a step, she suddenly stumbled on something, losing her balance and falling towards Fu Yushen.

In the next moment, she fell into a firm embrace.

The man reached out to catch her.

Ye Shengge was almost lying on him, their bodies pressed together. She suddenly felt the warmth and solidity of the man's chest which caught her off guard.

Fu Yushen held her waist with one hand and lowered his gaze to look at her. "Are you okay?"

The two were very close, and the man's warm breath sprayed on her neck, causing a shivering sensation on her tender skin.

Ye Shengge shivered suddenly, and her earlobes turned warm.

"Th-thank you!" She immediately got up from him, and awkwardly turned to run.

Watching her retreating figure, Fu Yushen raised an eyebrow slightly and calmly withdrew his tripping leg.

The old butler, who had just entered the living room, was stunned to see this scene. It turned out that the master had actively tripped Miss Ye!

Back in her room, Ye Shengge touched her neck, waiting for the tingling sensation to subside before letting out a long sigh. She placed the ointment on the dressing table, and her phone buzzed.

She received a text message.

[Hello, you have passed the preliminary competition of "Dancing in the Chinese Style." Please participate in the semi-finals as scheduled one week from now. The semi-finals' theme is "Pure White," and we look forward to your outstanding performance.]

Ye Shengge almost forgot about this. Some time ago, Ye Shanshan wanted to participate in a Chinese-style dance competition and persuaded her to join. They registered together in the name of sisterly love, but in reality, it was to use her as a foil. Ye Shengge, the ugly duckling, was supposed to contrast with Ye Shanshan, the elegant swan.

She did see through Ye Shanshan's intentions, but at that time, she was trying to please the Ye family, so she obediently went along with it, thinking that being humble and obedient would make the Ye family notice her.

Unexpectedly, her biological brothers only had merciless mockery and ridicule for her. They said she was overestimating herself, embarrassing the Ye family on stage, and that she couldn't compare to Ye Shanshan even in her wildest dreams.

Looking at the text message on her phone, Ye Shengge felt a bit surprised. She had actually passed the preliminary round? If that was the case, would she have to face Ye Shanshan again in the semi-finals?

A faint smile tugged at the corners of Ye Shengge's bright eyes, and her lips curved slightly. She was eager to see if Ye Shanshan could still secure first place this time.

The preliminary round's theme was "Pure White," and it was a competition of classical Chinese dance. Many people knew how to dance, but only a few could perform it well.

Ye Shengge put her mind to it, designed a stage performance based on the theme of "Pure White," and then began the arduous rehearsals.

When Fu Yushen learned that she was participating in the competition, he didn't object. The sharp-witted old butler had already been aware of the situation. The master didn't restrict Miss Ye at all; it seemed he was standing behind her, supporting her in whatever she chose to do.

Soon, the week passed, and Ye Shengge arrived at the competition venue on time.

As she entered the backstage area, she unexpectedly ran into Ye Shanshan and Ye Huaijin.

Standing next to them was a handsome man in a well-fitted suit.

Ye Shengge looked at him with a cool gaze. That was her eldest brother, Ye Mingzhe.