Her Rescuer in the Family

Chapter 1: Someone is watching

The top floor of a five-star hotel in Sydney.

Inside the luxurious banquet hall, crystal chandeliers adorned the high ceiling, casting shimmering lights.

In the center of the hall sat a grand piano, where a pair of hands danced across the black and white keys.

Those hands were well-proportioned and slender, with neatly trimmed nails that gleamed under the overhead white light.

Listening to the melodious piano piece, Max suddenly smiled, “Your father seems to care a lot about your little step-sister.”

Mark ignored him, casting a glance at the young pianist with disinterest.

The young woman was dressed formally, wearing a graceful floor-length gown in a delicate shade of light blue, tailored to perfection, it complements her fair complexion, enhancing her skin's ethereal radiance. Paired with a diamond necklace, it adorns her neck like the stars in the night sky, transforming her into an elegant swan.

Mark blended into the warm orange glow, his focused gaze reflecting a radiant arc, unbelievably handsome.

As the piano piece came to an end, Alice rose from the piano bench, the intense light fading from her figure, her demeanor suddenly reserved.

Amidst the praises of others, Alice approached a woman from behind.

“You play so well, no wonder you got into the Sydney Conservatorium of Music with the top score.”

Shuya smiled and said, “I’ve never had to worry about her studies, but she’s just not very talkative.”

“Artists tend to be shy. I wish my son could be half as obedient as Alice.”

Shuya responded with a smile, while Alice stood silently behind her, becoming a quiet background.

Three years ago, Shuya met Qing Fu, Mark’s father, and shortly thereafter, she moved into the Fu family with her daughter, Alice.

Over the years, although Shuya did not have a legal status, she accompanied Qing Fu to public events.

Tonight, for her sake, Qing hosted such a grand banquet for her daughter’s enrollment, inviting even business partners, almost confirming her status as Mrs. Fu.

Shuya was proud, playing the role of the hostess as she raised toasts with Alice.

Until she encountered Mark, Shuya set aside her pride and adopted a gentle demeanor.

Mark was the eldest son of the Fu family and Qing’s only son. He took after his mother in appearance, with handsome and gentle features, except for his narrow, cold eyes, which gave him a distant air.

Shuya had always been polite to this stepson, ‘Mark,’ stepping forward to greet him, ‘I asked Alice to bring seafood last time. Do you still have some? There’s plenty at home, I’ll have him bring you some when he leaves.’

Mark said, ‘Yes, there’s still some.’ His attitude was neither warm nor cold.

While speaking, Mark’s gaze shifted to Alice, who stood beside Shuya.

Alice suddenly felt uncomfortable all over.

After a moment of tension, Alice cautiously lifted her eyes and met the pair of narrow, cold eyes, quickly looking away, recalling the events of the past few days.

A week ago, Shuya asked her to deliver seafood to Mark, and Alice took the Fu family’s car to go.

Mark’s door was ajar, and without much thought, Alice pushed the door and called out, ‘Mark.’ then walked in.

Passing through the foyer, Alice’s eyes were met with the sight of a naked body on the sofa in the living room.

The woman was not wearing clothes, straddling another man, their face flushed, eyes glazed, their lips slightly parted, emitting intermittent breaths.

The person beneath the youth had his back to Alice, with the half-length black hair.

Upon hearing the movement at the door, the person turned his head, but before he could see Alice, she fled in panic.

As soon as she ran out, she bumped into someone.

Alice looked up in panic, but before she could apologize, she was stopped by the person in front of him.

The man had narrow, high-bridged eyebrows, pressing Alice’s shoulder, and when he lowered his eyes to look at Alice, the light-colored pupils looked very indifferent.

It was Mark Fu, Alice’s step-brother.

Behind Mark was another person, holding documents or something similar, looking like they were about to discuss business.

Alice cleared his throat, and with Mark here, then…

Who was the person inside?

Looking at Alice, who was wide-eyed and shocked, Mark asked, “What’s wrong?”

Before Alice could answer, there was a rustling sound from inside the room, a bit ambiguous.

Mark frowned, bypassed Alice, and walked in.

Mark’s voice was low, and Alice stood at the door hearing him speak, but couldn’t hear what he was saying.

A casual voice stood out, with a smile, even an apology felt insincere.

“Beauty is irresistible. Who can resist it?”

“I’m sorry, can I buy you a new sofa, Master Fu?”

After being kicked out, he still had a smile on his face, listening to Max scolding him as he walked with Mark.

“Yun, you bastard, you actually got into Mark’s house! Don’t you know he’s a germaphobe? You just got back to the country and caused trouble. Why didn’t you die of AIDS abroad?”

Pei Yuns still had a smiling face, “First, AIDS doesn’t necessarily kill now. Second, his house is clean. It feels good to mess it up.”

Max: …

It's a waste of time to scold him.

Yun's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw Alice standing aside.

Alice's beauty can be seen at first glance. Her eyebrows are very delicate, her nose is fair and delicate, and her lips are reddish. She is very good-looking and clean.

Yun had never met Alice, but for some reason he recognized her at first glance.

"You are Mark’s younger sister, right?" Yun showed a kind smile and handed over the phone, "What a coincidence! I am a friend of Mark, please give me your contact information."

Alice took half a step back.

Mark came out and said to Alice, "Give me what you have in your hand."

Alice hurriedly handed the seafood to Mark.

Mark asked again, "How did you get here?"

Alice answered honestly, "Take Uncle Wu's car."

Mark hummed, "You should go back first, and be careful on the road."

When Yun wanted to say something else, Mark glanced at him.

Alice nodded and left quickly.

Before entering the elevator, she vaguely heard Max's scolding, "Are you f*****g sick? You are flirting with Mark’s..."

The elevator door was closed. Alice didn't hear Max's words behind him. After going downstairs, she ran all the way to the car and got into her room when she got home.

This was Alice's first visual experience of s*x, but she had no friends and no one to share her inner shock.

She had almost forgotten about this incident, but when she saw Mark again, she remembered everything.

Mark also came to attend Alice's college entrance banquet today and gave her a pen as a gift.

Alice was filled with worries and lowered her head to accept the gift.

Shuya was annoyed, ‘Alice, why don't you say thank you?’

Alice hurriedly came to her senses and raised her eyes to look at Mark.

Mark has a tall figure, and the clothes on his body are ironed without a trace of wrinkles. Standing in the bright lights, he has a calmness and dignity that cannot be shaken by others.

Alice lowered her head and said softly, ‘Thank you, Mark.’

Mark: ‘No problem.’

Before the banquet was over, Mark and Max left early.

In the evening, Shuya took off her makeup, put on a mask, and discussed with Qing about Alice studying abroad.

She originally wanted Alice to go directly to a good music school in Europe after finishing high school, but Qing disagreed.

His attitude was still the same tonight, "Alice is still young, let's talk about it in two years."

Shuya thought about Alice's character and felt that it would be better to postpone studying abroad for two years, so she did not continue the topic.

By the time she finished applying the facial mask and taking care of her skin, Qing was no longer in the bedroom.

Shuya went to the study to talk to him about marriage. They had been together for three years, and she, Mrs. Fu, could not sit still without that piece of paper.

Shuya had hinted at this many times over the years, but Qing didn't answer and seemed to have no such plan.

To be fair, Qing was very good to Shuya and Alice, especially Alice. On the day Alice reached the adult age, he gave her a million-dollar piano, her usual food and clothing expenses were also the best.

Shuya went to the study room, but Qing was not there.

Just when she was wondering where she was going, Alice's door opened and Qing walked out.

Shuya was slightly stunned. This was not the first time she saw Qing entering Alice's room at night, but the look at his face at this moment made her feel a little subtle.

Qing is forty-seven years old this year, with high eyebrows and deep eye sockets. The years have accumulated on him a calm and majestic aura.

When Shuya first met him, the impression he gave her was that he was gentle, considerate and generous.

As she got to know Qing more deeply, she discovered that Qing was a very controlling person, and the tenderness he displayed during their interactions was nothing more than superficial.

But Shuya didn't care because Qing was generous enough.

And his desire to control is not only over others, but also over himself. He rarely shows his emotions.

Qing pressed his hand on the door handle of Alice's room. Before closing the door, he glanced into the room again. His secretive eyes were unusually softly reflected by a corner wall lamp.

Turning around to see Shuya in front of the study door, Qing returned to his usual seriousness.

He asked, "What do you want from me?"

The corners of Shuya's mouth curved into a gentle curve, "It's okay, I wanted to ask if you would like something to drink tonight?"

Qing refused coldly, "No, I would like to go to bed early."

Shuya smiled and said yes. Before going back to the room, she frowned and couldn't help but glance towards Alice's room.

After breakfast the next day, Alice went to the piano room to practice the piano.

The piano room was a recreation room that Qing had renovated and designed specifically for Alice to practice piano.

The room is well lit, with a whole side of floor-to-ceiling windows facing the back garden of Fu's villa.

Alice was sitting on the piano bench, and the smooth and melodious piano sounds came from her smart and slender fingertips.

Qing stood in the back garden with a cigarette in his fingers. Through the thin smoke, he looked at Alice who was practicing piano in the piano room.

Large swaths of sunlight shine through the window on Alice, making her profile look beautiful and soft.

The elegance of classical music complements the quiet and gentle temperament of the young woman playing the piano, like the slow breeze ruffling the water of a river.

Qing squinted his eyes, looking at Alice as if he were looking at a fine piece of art.

Shuya on the side was frightened because she saw a hint of secret and obscure emotions under Qing's admiring eyes.

Qing suddenly said, "Eighteen years old is the best age for a person."

He turned his head and looked at Shuya playfully, "Isn’t it?"

Shuya was frozen. She was always good at socially talking but couldn't force out a smile.