In the past, there were days when Zhang Yurong waited for him to come back. She was both worried and angry. When he finally returned, the worry vanished, leaving only irritation, so she often left without speaking.

But now, it's finally turned around, with Li Yan waiting for her and worrying about her. Besides feeling unexpectedly touched, she couldn't help but want to know what he was thinking. Is he just worried about me? Could there be other thoughts?

Reflecting on herself before, she often harbored grievances against Li Yan, assuming he might be out drinking and partying, flirting with girls. Then what about him? Would he also think I'm out on a date with a man? She remembered him saying, "Actually, it's your odd behavior that caused my odd behavior."

"Why are you looking at me like that? Don't believe me? I came back early, had dinner with Yue Yao, and called you right after dinner..."

Zhang Yurong looked at him and interjected, "When you called me, I was having dinner with someone else. At the time, it was inconvenient for me to tell you who it was, and I didn't want you to know who it was, nor did I want the other person to know who you were, so I hung up on you... What did you think? Were you furious?"

"Furious? Why would I be furious?" Li Yan spread his hands in surprise.

"Aren't you... worried about me having dinner with another man? Not worried someone might have intentions towards me?" Zhang Yurong couldn't help but ask.

Li Yan was about to show his generosity, showing that he wasn't overly jealous, but seeing the hint of expectation in her eyes, suddenly understood something!

Most men don't like women to be overly jealous, but many women actually like their lovers to be jealous! As long as the jealousy isn't exaggerated, it often represents attention, representing care. It's more sincere than verbally expressing "love" because it's a genuine reaction and expression of human possessiveness.

Thinking about this, he considered their relationship was different from other couples. Now, Zhang Yurong doesn't want to see his generosity; she wants to see his attention!

"This question... can I not answer?" Li Yan thought about his phrasing while teasing her.

"No way!" Sure enough, Zhang Yurong immediately sensed he was being coy, "Not saying anything proves you have a ghost in your heart. Honestly, what exactly are you thinking?"

"Alright..." Li Yan sighed, then leaned back on the sofa, looked at the ceiling, and slowly said, "Actually... I..."

"Spit it out! Are you stuttering?" Zhang Yurong was displeased with his hesitation.

Hearing her urge, Li Yan continued, "Actually, when I came back and heard Yue Yao say you were going on some date, coming back late, telling us to eat first... At that time, I lost my appetite. In my mind, I was using elimination and exhaustive methods, guessing which Mr. Wang or Mr. Wu you were having dinner with. Later, I couldn't help but call you. You briefly said something and hung up. I could guess you didn't want me to hear the other person's voice, nor let them hear mine or know our relationship, so you quickly hung up the call...

Yes, I felt... very complicated, not angry, because I knew I didn't have the right to be angry. I myself am very indiscreet, flitting from place to place, inconsistent..."

Listening to him, Zhang Yurong secretly muttered: Your use of idioms really is a mess!

Finally, Li Yan looked at her seriously and said, "Alright, I admit, I'm a bit petty, not generous enough. I was jealous, nervous, and envious..."

Hearing the answer she wanted, Zhang Yurong raised her eyebrows slightly, feeling a bit smug: So you have your day too? Do you think no one is pursuing me or that I'm just obediently stuck to you?

Seeing Li Yan looking a bit frustrated, Zhang Yurong smiled broadly, "Doesn't matter, whether you're a big man or a little man, if you want to be jealous, just be jealous."

With that, she stood up.

"Hey! You made me say it, don't you want to explain yourself to me?" Li Yan reached out and grabbed her hand.

Zhang Yurong struggled but didn't break free. She snorted, "Humph, why should I explain to you? Aren't we supposed to not interfere with each other? Have you ever explained anything to me before? You just claimed to be a little man, now you're turning into a macho man?"

Li Yan still held her hand. Taking the opportunity, he pulled, causing her to fall back onto his lap, holding her in his arms, pretending to be cheeky, "I don't care, macho it is!"

"Let go of me!" Zhang Yurong didn't expect him to be so bold again. This time, instead of stealing a kiss, he just held her. She struggled and lowered her voice, "I'm warning you to let go! If Yue Yao or Mrs. Liu sees this, see how I'll deal with you!"

"Hey! We're a married couple; it's normal for them to see. It would be unusual if they never see us being intimate."

"Could you be any thicker-skinned?" Zhang Yurong said angrily, wanting to punch him, but feeling that this guy's strength and thick skin would render any punch ineffective and only hurt her own hand.

Li Yan leaned close to her ear, inhaling the faint scent of a girl, and softly said, "If I were any thicker-skinned, I might just carry you to the bridal chamber right now..."

Hearing "bridal chamber," Yurong was startled and pretended to pinch him. As soon as he showed a scared look and let go, she immediately stood up. "You said you wouldn't touch me again without my permission!"

"But when I was pulling you, you didn't refuse, which means you tacitly agreed. Later you told me to let go, and didn't I let go just now?" Li Yan argued while grabbing her small hand again.

Faced with his twisted reasoning, Yurong felt helpless. She could only say, resignedly, "OK! Now I won't allow you to touch my hand, aren't you going to let go?"

"We're Yun Country People, don't speak to me in international language, OK?"

Yurong felt her scalp tingle, both embarrassed and shocked. Luckily, he really let go obediently. It seems she has to constantly remind him; this guy is full of twisted logic, and she could easily fall into his trap.

"If I can't touch your hand, should I touch your foot then?" Li Yan muttered to himself, "Well, I might as well try hugging a thigh..."

Upon hearing the first half, Yurong felt this guy's thinking was too erratic, too full of ridiculous ideas, and then he really went to hug her thigh, making her scream "Ah!" and quickly scampered away!

Seeing her run off like a frightened little rabbit, Li Yan smiled and shouted loudly, "Hey! If you don't explain this to me, I'm going to cry!"

Yurong was shocked, feeling both outwardly scorched and internally burnt, a mess in the wind, shivers running down her entire body.

But joy turns to sorrow, mortification also leads to sorrow...

She was originally afraid that Li Yan would hug her thigh, and then touch her leg, or even worse, so she hurried to run away. Unexpectedly, she was stunned by his words again, wanting to accelerate her escape, but when she just came back, she was so surprised by Li Yan coming over to take the bag that she forgot to change shoes and was still wearing high heels!

And so she ran, so she accelerated... She had just reached the stairway when she twisted her foot, and her body pitched forward.

Li Yan was smiling as he watched her run away, but when saying those words, he had already noticed she was still wearing high heels and wanted to pull back. It was too late, regretting teasing her, fearing she would fall, he had already stood up and swiftly chased after her.

Perhaps because of surprise, perhaps hearing footsteps, thinking the pervert was coming, Yurong's foot twisted and she fell! Running in high heels takes training and skill to not twist an ankle.

But who is Li Yan?

Catching a bullet might be impossible for him, but catching a girl running in high heels falling was a piece of cake. As he rushed over, he instantly accelerated, and when Yurong's head was about to hit the stairs, he had already grabbed her slender waist, then twisted to pull her body around.

This was almost accomplished within a second, so much so that Yurong vaguely felt she was reliving the experience of being pulled up to the car roof in the parking lot of the Prince Hotel. She only felt her foot twist, hadn't even had time to feel the pain in her foot, her body had already thrown forward, and just as she was about to hit the stairs directly, she didn't even have time to scream, could only close her eyes, her mind filled with one thought: Oh no, now if I don't disfigure, I'll be black and blue!

But as she was about to fall, her throat almost ready to scream, she found her body was suddenly pulled by a great force, then a pair of strong hands held her, spinning her in mid-air. This surprise jolted the scream back down her throat.

She had already opened her eyes, and at this moment, there was only Li Yan! He saved me at a dangerous moment!

Yurong had experienced the sense of security from Li Yan at critical moments so many times. In fact, it was precisely this sense of security that made her begin to open her heart and start accepting him.

When she opened her eyes, she realized she had spun a full turn in the air, without even her feet touching the ground, entirely in mid-air, and at this moment, she was lying in Li Yan's embrace. This time, she had no intention to resist, fully permitting him to touch her.

But she found the spinning had cushioned the fall's impact but transferred her turning momentum, along with her body, fully onto Li Yan's body, causing Li Yan, holding her, to fall backward down the stairs, his back hitting hard.

"Are you okay? Did it hurt? I'm sorry, I'm too heavy," Yurong hastily asked. The staircase steps were raised, and falling would hurt much more than a flat surface, but her body didn't hit, entirely borne by Li Yan, which moved her emotionally.

But in her own home, there was no real danger, so Li Yan didn't need to show off his skills. Therefore, after catching Yurong, he intentionally let himself fall, knowing it wouldn't be severe. Yet, he was unexpectedly touched by how concerned she was, even forgetting about her twisted foot.

Li Yan placed his hand on her back, lying on the steps, gently comforting, "I'm okay..."

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