The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

Looking at the gentle and graceful "An Suxue" in front of him, who was completely different from yesterday, Ye Shu felt like his brain was an overloaded computer that couldn't keep up.

He subconsciously shook the instant noodles in his hand and responded somewhat blankly:

"Ah... good morning. I... I'll just make something simple to eat."

"You can't just eat instant noodles all the time; they don't provide much nutrition."

An Suxue frowned slightly. Her eyes and tone inexplicably reminded Ye Shu of his mother who used to nag him to eat on time when he was a child.

Is it just my imagination?

An Suxue, however, had already smiled:

"Wait for me to get ready. Maybe we can go out for breakfast together? I know a good place nearby."

Ye Shu nodded subconsciously. Rationally, he felt he should be polite and say something like "No need to trouble yourself" or "It's too much trouble for you," but when facing An Suxue, those polite words seemed to be stuck in his throat.

Her words possess a peculiar magic, gentle yet powerful, leaving no room for argument.

Seeing Ye Shu nod, An Suxue's smile deepened, as if she had already anticipated this outcome. She turned to go back to her bedroom, then stopped, as if remembering something, and turned back to add:

"Oh right, I haven't formally introduced myself yet. My name is Zhi Qiu."

After saying that, she walked back to her bedroom and closed the door.

Only Ye Shu remained in the kitchen, with only a particularly meager-looking packet of instant noodles in his hand. He blinked and repeated the name softly:

"Knowing Autumn..."

An Suxue, Xia Qing, and now Zhi Qiu...

Ye Shu's gaze involuntarily fell once again on the tightly closed master bedroom door. An absurd yet increasingly clear thought uncontrollably swirled and took root in his mind.

How many "An Suxue" lived in that bedroom?

He put down his instant noodles, deciding to put aside those complicated issues for now. Focusing on the upcoming breakfast was more practical.

After all, he felt a little more relaxed around this Sister Zhi Qiu. At least, she seemed to be the only one who would actually prepare breakfast.

A moment later, the door to the master bedroom opened slightly again, and Zhi Qiu came out.

She had changed into a light apricot-colored dress, which accentuated her graceful figure, and she carried a delicate handbag. With light makeup, she exuded a calm and intellectual charm, blending wonderfully with the backdrop of the mansion.

She walked towards Ye Shu, a gentle smile curving her lips:

"Have you been waiting long? Let's go. Today, your sister is treating us to a meal to welcome our little brother, Shu."

Little Shu, my younger brother...

The form of address lingered in Ye Shu's mind, making his ears burn slightly. But looking at her warm smile, he swallowed his polite words and simply nodded.

"Okay, thank you for spending the money, Sister Zhi Qiu."

As the elevator descended, the small space was filled with the faint woody scent of her perfume, elegant yet making Ye Shu inexplicably uneasy. He suddenly remembered something and tentatively spoke:

"Um... Sister Zhi Qiu, shouldn't we invite Sister Xia Qing and... Miss An to come along?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Shu felt Zhi Qiu's gaze fall on her face. Her eyebrows were still curved, but those smiling eyes made Ye Shu inexplicably nervous.

According to the unwritten rules of the martial arts world, anyone with squinty eyes is a monster.

Zhi Qiu gave a soft "heh," a breathy sound that seemed to carry a hook. Her gaze swept over the constantly changing floor numbers, her tone as gentle as ever, yet carrying a hint of something unfathomable:

"Them..."

Her voice trailed off slightly, as if she was carefully choosing her words:

"She's still asleep. It might not be appropriate to wake her up now."

Sleeping? The sun is high in the sky and you're still sleeping?

Ye Shu glanced at her phone screen subconsciously. It was almost nine o'clock; this excuse was really far-fetched.

The elevator doors slid open with a "ding." Zhi Qiu naturally reached out and gently took Ye Shu's arm.

Ye Shu's body stiffened instantly, and the muscles in his arms tensed involuntarily. This sudden intimate contact was far beyond his mental preparation.

Zhi Qiu seemed to notice his stiffness, and looked up at him with her always smiling eyes:

"What's wrong? Can't you even let your sister lean on you for a little while?"

"OK."

Ye Shu answered almost immediately, his voice a little hoarse. He muttered to himself:

"If you can do it, why can't I? Of course I can! I'm absolutely amazing! China Mobile, I think it'll work!"

He tried to relax his arms and make himself look more natural, but his senses were involuntarily drawn to the faint warmth and pressure coming from the crook of his arm.

Zhi Qiu seemed satisfied with his reaction, her lips curved into a smile, and she naturally took his arm and walked out of the lobby.

After walking for about ten minutes and passing through several tree-lined streets, Zhi Qiu stopped in front of a shop.

Ye Shu looked up and exclaimed, "Wow!" The storefront was very stylish, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows and a subtly luxurious modern Chinese-style interior. The waiters at the door were dressed in impeccably pressed uniforms. By all accounts, it had nothing to do with the word "cheap."

Ye Shu originally thought that the so-called "good breakfast shops" were at most clean steamed bun shops or tea restaurants, but she never expected them to be this kind of place.

Zhi Qiu took his arm and led him inside. The interior was quiet and secluded, with a faint aroma of tea and food floating in the air.

After taking their seats, Zhi Qiu pushed the menu in front of Ye Shu with a gentle smile:

"Order whatever you like, don't be shy with your older sister."

Ye Shu thanked him, opened the menu, and after just one glance, felt a little dizzy.

One steamed bun for 120?! Did you put Tang Sanzang in your bun?

He forced himself to remain calm, his fingers trembling slightly as he continued turning the pages. With each page, his heart raced faster. Bird's nest porridge, sea cucumber soup, all sorts of rare ingredients he'd never even heard of... the prices made his heart pound.

Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!

He felt like his back teeth were about to shatter. This wasn't eating breakfast; it was like gnawing on gold! If he really ate like this, he'd probably have to stay in this shop washing dishes for a week and might not even be able to leave.

Although Sister Zhi Qiu said "order whatever you like," he couldn't tell for a moment whether she meant "order whatever you like" or "order whatever you want." Although he didn't have to pay for the meal, Ye Shu's upbringing didn't allow him to do something like taking advantage of a landlord.

He clutched the menu, which felt heavier than a criminal code, his eyes darting away from the composed woman. He could only stare intently at the painful words, trying to find a budget-friendly meal option.

Zhi Qiu leisurely sipped the hot tea that the waiter had just poured for her. Her gaze swept over Ye Shu's expression, which was as if she were sitting on pins and needles, feeling like she had thorns in her back and a fishbone stuck in her throat. The knowing smile in her eyes deepened.

Just as Ye Shu was staring at the picture of the "Golden Soup Crab Roe Xiao Long Bao" and having an intense internal struggle, a hand gently pressed on the menu.

Ye Shu looked up and met Zhi Qiu's knowing gaze. In her ever-smiling eyes, there was not a trace of mockery at this moment, only gentle understanding.

"Little Shu, is there nothing you particularly like? You seem to be in a dilemma."

She smiled slightly and took the menu from Ye Shu's hand:

"Then how about this, whatever your sister eats, you can eat some with her, okay? Try the signature dishes here too."

Ye Shu felt relieved. She saw through his embarrassment but didn't point it out. Instead, she gave him a dignified way out in a gentle way that didn't hurt his self-esteem.

"Okay...okay, I'll listen to Sister Zhiqiu."