"Ha." A cold sneer escaped my lips. The man beside me turned to look at me, his brow furrowed in confusion.

He was indeed a handsome man—young, affluent, and polished. His suit was impeccably tailored, and his hair was styled to perfection.

"What is it?"

I shook my head and offered a thin smile. "Nothing."

He tilted his head, his gaze falling on the newspaper in my hands—Genius Pianist Shen Ningyi Returns for Homecoming Performance.

"Shen Ningyi... your brother?" Predictably, he asked.

"Something like that."

The man hesitated at my vague answer, but only remarked, "It’s been a long time since I last saw him! I think the last time was about..."

"Three years ago," I finished flatly.

"Right. He was just a child back then..."

A child? I sneered inwardly while maintaining a serene facade. "You sound like an old man," I teased.

"Oh?" He arched an eyebrow, his eyes bright with amusement. "I am an old man compared to you two."

"True, Uncle Lin," I emphasized the last two words playfully.

The car stopped at a red light. He immediately reached out and pulled me into his arms. The scent of faint cologne wrapped around me—a mixture of inexplicable warmth and unspoken desire. He kissed my lips lightly, then playfully nipped at my finger. A charming, slightly wicked grin played on his face. "Still calling me 'Uncle Lin'?"

"Ernuo," I murmured his name, smiling like a cat.

"Good girl," he whispered, kissing me again before the light changed. He let out a frustrated mumble as he let go to drive.

I reached out to muss his neatly combed hair. "If your employees saw you like this, your image as a 'perfect General Manager' would be ruined."

"They won't see."

"So, only I get to see?" I laughed, my finger brushing his earlobe. "What an honor."

"You little brat," he cursed affectionately, trying to catch my hand as I pulled away.

After a pause, I said, "Ernuo, can I move into your place in a few days?"

"Oh? Finally changed your mind?"

"Just for a while, okay?"

"Of course. But... I thought you preferred living in the dorms."

"The dorms are fine, but it gets annoying. My roommates are always bringing their boyfriends over. It makes me feel so lonely and pathetic," I said with exaggerated melancholy, though I wasn't sure how much of it was true.

"Lonely? Then what am I?"

"I’m just saying," I gave his arm a playful tug. "In their eyes, I am alone. I have to deal with them constantly trying to set me up on dates."

He glanced at me. "And did you pick any of them?"

"I thought about it. But the quality was too poor—none of them could compare to you."

"Reasonable."

"Besides, college boys are so childish. Not mature like you."

"True."

"Seriously? You're actually taking that as a compliment?" I huffed.

"Wasn't it one?" He gave me a foolish grin.

I sighed. "Fine, I suppose... So, I can move in anytime? I won't walk in on anything I shouldn't see, will I? If you have other women there, clear them out first."

"I'll make sure they leave quickly," he replied with a low, maddeningly charming laugh.

Lin Ernuo. He was a business associate of my father’s. Twenty-seven years old—handsome, intelligent, and rich. Aside from his high turnover rate for girlfriends, he was a perfect lover: attentive, gentle, and meticulous. Technically, he never saw more than one woman at a time.

He had broad tastes. If he didn't, a mere senior like me wouldn't have been among his many girlfriends. I had been with him for nearly three years.