Face-slapping the Ye Family Father!

As a result, the next moment, Ye Shengge smiled and raised her lips, her eyes filled with amusement. "I'll move to the guest room!"

Fu Yushen: "..."

Ye Shengge pursed her rosy lips. "I feel a bit guilty about always occupying your room."

Fu Yushen remained silent, gazing at her steadily for a while before suddenly tilting the corner of his lips. "Shengsheng also feels guilty towards me?"

Ye Shengge was initially confused but then glared at him irritably. "What do you mean?"

He raised his left hand, revealing a sexy bone structure on his wrist with a bite mark on it. "When you used to bite me as a child, weren't you quite fierce?"

Ye Shengge suddenly felt a pang of guilt and stopped glaring at him.

Fu Yushen raised an eyebrow slightly. "So, sleep in this master bedroom."

Ye Shengge scratched her head. "But wouldn't that be like occupying your space?"

He lazily smiled, and his throaty chuckle had a seductive quality. "Considering that you used to call me 'Brother Yushen' when you were a child, I can't treat you poorly."

Ye Shengge: "..."

She indeed used to call him 'Brother Yushen' often when she was a child, but that was ancient history. Why was he bringing it up now?

Ye Shengge looked around the room and said, "There are still a lot of things if yours in this room. Should I clean up and move them to your room to make it more convenient for you?"

"No need, I'll come get what I need myself."

"Ah? So, you'll be running back and forth frequently? That's quite troublesome."

"Not at all," Fu Yushen replied with a meaningful tone, indicating that he didn't mind the inconvenience at all.

With lowered eyelashes, Fu Yushen looked at her and asked, "The finals of 'Dancing in the Chinese Style's are in a week?"

Ye Shengge nodded. "Yes, what's the matter?"

Fu Yushen inquired, "There's an auction tomorrow night. Would you like to go?"

Ye Shengge considered it for a moment. She had no immediate need to prepare for the finals, and it had been a while since she had attended an auction. She nodded, "Sure."

"Great, I'll take you tomorrow." Fu Yushen took the documents and, with a low, magnetic voice, said, "Goodnight."

Ye Shengge blinked in surprise. "...Goodnight."

Fu Yushen left, elegantly closing the bedroom door behind him.

Ye Shengge stood there for a moment before lying back on the soft, large bed.

After years of separation, when she first saw Fu Yushen, he seemed somewhat unfamiliar. However, after spending these past few days with him, she gradually felt like they were returning to the way things used to be.

The next evening, Ye Shengge went to the auction with Fu Yushen. Song Yang was driving in front, while Ye Shengge and Fu Yushen sat in the back.

In less than half an hour, they arrived at the auction venue. Ye Shengge noticed that there were staff members at the entrance who checked invitations before allowing entry. She followed Fu Yushen, expecting him to present their invitations. However, several managers from the auction approached them and greeted Fu Yushen respectfully. With great deference, they escorted him to a private room on the second floor.

Inside the private room, refreshments and tea were prepared for them. Ye Shengge took a seat.

From this vantage point, they had a clear view of the first-floor hall, indicating that the location of this private room was excellent.

Fu Yushen picked up a teapot and poured her a cup of tea. His slender, pale fingers touched the teacup's rim to check the temperature before gently cautioning her, "It's a bit hot."

Ye Shengge glanced at him. "I'm not a three-year-old."

He raised an eyebrow. "Was it a four-year-old who got scalded while drinking water and cried with goldfish-like eyes?"

Ye Shengge: "..."

On the side, Song Yang couldn't help but suppress a laugh.

Ye Shengge blushed and glared at Fu Yushen indignantly. "Don't make things up. That never happened."

The man chuckled lightly. "Alright, I was making things up. You've never been scalded while drinking water."

Ye Shengge: "..."

That was just adding insult to injury!

She decided he wasn't allowed to bring up such stories again!

After sitting for a while, Ye Shengge excused herself to use the restroom. When she returned, she admired the decoration of the auction house, which exuded an elegant and classical atmosphere.

Paintings hung in the corridor, and their considerable value was evident. Ye Shengge couldn't help but smile when she noticed that one of the paintings was a counterfeit. Had the auction house failed to distinguish between genuine and fake?

However, it wasn't her concern, so she didn't say anything.

While appreciating the paintings on the wall, someone suddenly called out to her from behind.

"Sister? Is it really you?" Ye Shanshan walked over in astonishment, covering her mouth in disbelief. "Sister, what are you doing here?"

Ye Shengge turned around indifferently and saw Ye Shanshan.

Ye Shanshan scrutinized Ye Shengge from head to toe, her eyes filled with astonishment. Everyone attending this auction was either wealthy or influential and had invitations. Ye Shengge should not have been here. Naturally, she found it surprising.

"Dad, Third Brother, look, Sister is here!" Ye Shanshan exclaimed, her tone innocent and lively.

Behind Ye Shanshan were her father, Ye Maohong, and her elder brother, Ye Huaijin.

Ye Maohong, who had been laughing and joking with Ye Huaijin moments ago, suddenly turned cold upon seeing Ye Shengge. He walked over and said in a stern tone, "Ye Shengge, how did you manage to sneak in here? Is this a place where you can just come and go as you please?"

"Sneak in?" Ye Shengge replied coldly. "I can be wherever I wanna be, and it's none of your business."

"You... You ungrateful wretch! I’ve only been away from home for a few days, and when I came back, I hear from Huaijin that you want to run away from home and sever ties with us! Why are you so ungrateful?" Ye Maohong was so furious that his chest heaved dramatically. He raised his hand to slap Ye Shengge.

Ye Shengge blocked his hand and said with a blank expression, "Mr. Ye, if you've already heard that I've severed ties with the Ye family, then you have no right to hit me."

"You... You disgrace!" Ye Maohong was so angry that he raised his hand again, intending to strike, but at that moment, he noticed Song Yang approaching.

Song Yang was Fu Yushen's top assistant, and Ye Maohong recognized him immediately.

Ye Maohong had been trying to establish a connection with the Fu family for a long time, but he had never had the opportunity. Now that he saw Song Yang, his attitude immediately changed. He put on a friendly smile and said, "Mr. Song, what a coincidence to run into you here."

However, Song Yang completely ignored him, walking straight past Ye Maohong to stand in front of Ye Shengge. He bent slightly, displaying an attitude of respect and caution, and said, "Miss Ye, I'm here to escort you back to the private room."