After returning home with the child, her ex-husband knelt down and gently coaxed her.

The large bedroom, decorated in a cool black, white, and gray color scheme, was filled with sunlight that peeked through the gaps in the curtains.

The person lying in bed was bathed in warm sunlight, their fair and flawless skin as delicate as a peeled egg, with a faint pinkish tinge.

It seemed as if he had taken a long, deep sleep.

Slowly opening her eyes, her bright eyes squinted slightly, unaccustomed to the sudden light, and she immediately noticed the unfamiliar decorations beside the bed.

My sleepiness vanished instantly, and my mind became clear.

An Ning turned her eyes and glanced at the bed. The thin, cool gray blanket had a familiar cedarwood scent, which was crisp and pleasant.

A wave of soreness washed over her lower back and abdomen. She lifted the blanket and her gaze fell on her slender, white waist, her eyes widening in surprise.

The traces of past lovemaking are clearly visible on the surface.

Her fever had subsided, but suddenly it rose again. Anning quickly pulled the blanket over her face and secretly smiled.

The enchanting scenes of last night's delicious meal are like a dream, vividly replaying in my mind.

It turns out it was all true.

This is Lu Xiyan's room!

She was in Lu Xiyan's bed!

She lifted a small section of the blanket, revealing two clear eyes. Her bare hands circled the bed, but she couldn't touch that burning body, and the spot beside her was also cold.

She propped herself up with her aching back and sat up, glancing around the room.

The person is not here.

Her gaze suddenly fell on her left wrist, where a pale green ribbon swayed gently with her movements, making her skin appear even whiter.

He vaguely recalled that last night, when he placed her hand above him, their fingers intertwined, and when he touched her ribbon, her body trembled slightly, and she raised her chin to kiss his lips, stopping his movement.

Later, he carried her into the bathtub. Her left hand rested on the porcelain-white edge, and with her remaining consciousness, she whispered, urging him not to take it off.

He chuckled softly and asked her, "This is such a treasure?"

She gave a vague reply, "It looks good."

He fiddled with the ribbon with his fingertips, lightly touching her delicate skin, causing her body to tremble slightly.

He found it quite interesting, which is why he didn't take it off.

An Ning unwrapped the ribbon that had been wrapped around her several times, looked at the several wounds on it, and suddenly raised her hand to cover them.

You can hide it for a while, but you can't hide it forever.

If he knew the truth, he would feel terribly guilty.

Her eyes flickered slightly; she had to make this scar disappear.

Just as she was about to get out of bed, she looked down and realized that she had changed her clothes. She was wearing a milky apricot silk slip dress that hugged her shapely figure, and the length just reached her thighs.

She got up and got out of bed, stepping barefoot onto the clean floor.

The soreness in her body made her stagger a couple of steps before she could steady herself by grabbing the single sofa next to the bed. She looked down and pinched the thin fabric of her nightgown at her waist; it was the perfect size.

His rosy lips curved slightly upward; it turned out he knew her size.

His room was so big that Anning walked barefoot on the floor for a while before finally finding the bathroom.

She stood in front of the mirror, her eyes widening in surprise.

You won't know until you look in the mirror, and then you'll be shocked.

The nightgown had two thin straps hanging on her slender shoulders, exposing large areas of skin covered with uneven marks.

From the neck down to below the collarbone, it's unbearable to look at.

Suddenly, she remembered last night. Lu Xiyan was lying on top of her, his heart pounding like thunder, like a lion that hadn't eaten for days and nights, holding onto the meat in his mouth and refusing to let go.

She was already exhausted, yet she couldn't help but respond to him.

This exhilarating intimacy has been a long, long time coming.

An Ning stared at herself in the mirror, and her clear eyes seemed to have regained some light, even becoming somewhat beautiful.

A slight smile curved her lips as she asked softly, "Lu Xiyan, does this mean we've made up?"

Just then, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

An Ning hurriedly went into the dressing room, grabbed a large white shirt, and draped it over her shoulders to cover the absurd look on her skin.

She opened the door, "Lu—"

"Miss An, you're awake?"

An older woman, seemingly a servant, stood at the door, her attitude very respectful.

She swallowed the rest of her words and smiled politely, "Hello."

"Your clothes were dirty yesterday. These are new clothes that Mr. Lu prepared for you." The maid handed her the clothes. "Mr. Lu is downstairs, waiting for you to have dinner together."

An Ning took the clothes and thanked him softly. Suddenly remembering something, she asked, "Is it just President Lu? What about Mr. and Mrs. Lu—"

"Ms. An, Mr. Lu said you should come downstairs after you've changed your clothes."

The maid left before she could finish asking her question, after giving her a brief explanation.

Yesterday's arrival was so sudden, and we ended up spending the night here. Anning actually wanted to ask if Lu Xiyan's parents were home, and what to say if she ran into them downstairs.

She entered the room carrying a brand-new dress, a modern Chinese-style cheongsam.

The garment features a creamy white satin base with gold embroidery that resembles blooming flowers. The stand-up collar is adorned with pearl trim, giving it a vintage feel.

Moreover, the short sleeves and fitted cut flatter the figure, exuding a gentle and poetic Chinese style.

Anning changed into the clothes; the size was right, and she liked the color very much.

The person in the mirror looked like a figure in a painting because of this outfit.

To her surprise, the high-necked cheongsam perfectly concealed the marks on her neck.

This is where Lu Xiyan's thoughtfulness lies.

He always thoughtfully considered all her needs.

......

After going downstairs, Anning's steps became lighter.

Upon entering the living room, one sees a man sitting on a large sofa. His white loungewear makes his skin appear even whiter. He has his legs crossed and is leaning against the sofa, holding a document in his hand, and speaking softly to Li Quan beside him.

"Western Banquet!"

An Ning smiled faintly, walked over, and her eyes couldn't help but show a touch of tenderness.

Hearing the voice, the man looked up at her, his expression aloof and distant.

An Ning paused slightly, as if something was amiss.

Only one night had passed, yet he looked at her as if she were a stranger.

Lu Xiyan's gaze swept over her for a moment. The white cheongsam with its cinched waist accentuated her perfect figure, and the short skirt reached above her knees, revealing two long, white, and straight legs.

Her shoulder-length hair was tied up in a bun, her face was pure and clean without any makeup, and her eyes, which were clear yet held a hint of doubt, looked at her.

Perhaps it was because she was so alluring last night, but Lu Xiyan actually saw a hint of charm on her face.

Realizing he shouldn't have such thoughts, he quickly banished the ambiguous images from his mind. Without a word, he handed the documents in his hand to Li Quan and walked past An Ning toward the restaurant.

"Have a meal."

The two words, spoken in a cold and aloof tone, were a stark contrast to their appearance last night.

Anning caught up with him. "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong last night?"

Lu Xiyan ignored him and continued walking forward.

"Lu Xiyan, I'm talking to you."

Anning stared at his straight back, somewhat annoyed. "Why are you ignoring me?"

Upon entering the restaurant, a fine meal was laid out on the table.

Lu Xiyan sat down and slowly ate his breakfast with his knife and fork.

An Ning sat down opposite him; the large dining table was empty except for the two of them.

Not knowing what he was being awkward about, Anning changed the subject and asked, "Just us? Where are your uncle and aunt?"

As soon as she finished speaking, not only did the maid who was cleaning nearby glance at her, but Li Quan, who was standing not far away, also raised his eyebrows slightly.

In contrast, Lu Xiyan's flawless face remained cold and expressionless, showing no emotion whatsoever.

Receiving no response, Anning simply put down her knife and fork. "Have you thought about that question from last night?"

He said he would answer her when he woke up today.

She was quite confident last night, but seeing him like this now, Anning is a little unsure.

Lu Xiyan lowered his eyes slightly, picked up the bitter coffee next to him, and took a sip.

The bottom of the cup lightly touched the table, making a soft, crisp sound.

He raised his eyes and glanced at An Ning. "Speak, what do you want?"

His voice was calm and still, exuding an aloofness that kept people at a distance.