A pampered young lady from a wealthy family is reborn, choosing a rich wife over a rich man.

Villa No. 15, second floor study.

Zhou Yu sat at his desk with a focused expression, twirling his pen in his hand. Suddenly, he stopped and scribbled a sharp annotation on the contract.

He was wearing a loose-fitting camel-colored loungewear set. The color of the clothes neutralized the coldness around him, and when illuminated by warm light, even his cool peach blossom eyes were tinged with warmth.

At one point, he stopped working, looked out the window at the night view, and relaxed his eyes.

He was startled when he suddenly noticed his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window.

Does he... have a big nose?

The question inexplicably flashed through Zhou Yu's mind, and he looked at his hands again, feeling as if a feather had brushed against his heart, and his throat felt a little itchy.

He couldn't help but wonder: who was the person Meng Zhixue mentioned in the private room last night, the one who kept going day and night, making her feel like she was dying?

It couldn't possibly be him anyway, he's still... cough.

For some reason, he frowned.

……

the next day.

Seven o'clock in the morning.

As Zhou Yu came down from the second floor, he immediately saw a slender and graceful figure busy in the kitchen.

"You're up?" Meng Zhixue walked out of the kitchen carrying a steaming pot of seafood porridge. When she saw Zhou Yu, she greeted him with a bright smile, "The porridge is ready, come and eat."

"...Okay." Zhou Yu replied calmly.

He pulled out a chair and sat down, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes as he looked at the seafood porridge Meng Zhixue had brought to him.

In an instant, his expression changed to one of understanding.

"Did you ask my mom if she specially cooked seafood porridge for me?" he asked.

"Ah..." Meng Zhixue's expression went blank for a moment, then she quickly smiled again, "You're my boss, someone I need to take care of, so of course I have to put you first in everything!"

As for her own love of seafood porridge and wanting to try fresh seafood from the refrigerator, that's not important, not important at all!

"By the way, Young Master Zhou..." Meng Zhixue said after checking the time on her phone, "I just wanted to let you know that I've also signed a work contract with Sister Ying, and I'll be working at her place during the day from now on."

Zhou Yu lifted his eyelids and looked at the person in front of him.

Although she smiled sweetly and obediently, it was clearly just a notification, not a report.

"Why didn't you say so yesterday?" he asked.

Meng Zhixue blinked: "Hmm... I thought you weren't interested in my personal affairs, so I was too embarrassed to tell you. It's not that I necessarily need to work two jobs, it's just that our employment contracts are only for three months. Even if I quit working at Night Duke, I still need to make a living."

Zhou Yu: "..."

He understood the implication: it was her freedom to choose who she worked for, and for him to ask further would be intrusive and impolite. Besides, he was only paying her three months' salary; he had no right to interfere too much.

However, he didn't care.

He agreed to let Meng Zhixue stay by her side mainly so that Madam Zhou would stop focusing on his "illness," at least for the next three months, to give him a breather.

"I understand," he said calmly.

"Mmm!" Thinking about going to Wei Suying's house soon and hugging the sweet and soft little boss Xinxin, Meng Zhixue smiled and revealed a pair of dimples.

Zhou Yu's heart stirred, and he couldn't help but glance at her again.

……

In the days that followed, Meng Zhixue spent her time shuttling between Villa No. 12 and Villa No. 15.

Although she had to work two jobs, she didn't feel tired at all; on the contrary, she felt happy!

Playing with the baby during the day, the soft, sweet little thing just melts her heart. The special affection from her boss makes her willingly give him loving hugs!

Zhou Yu is easier to deal with at night...

He remained celibate for his beloved, never glancing at her more than once, and even staying away from home for several days.

Even if he comes back, she only needs to make a larger portion of breakfast and dinner for herself and share it with him; the rest of the time is hers.

Simply perfect!

However, just when she thought her peaceful life would continue like this, she unexpectedly encountered the thing she wanted to avoid the most.

That afternoon, she was scraping apple puree in the kitchen, feeding her little one a bite, when she suddenly felt someone pinch her buttocks lightly.

She was horrified and turned around in astonishment, only to be met with the gentle and refined smile of a middle-aged man.

He is Wei Suying's husband, Wang Chengyuan.

Unsurprised by her surprise, Wang Chengyuan, while enjoying her shock and bewilderment, asked with a deliberately low, mellow voice, "Why aren't you continuing to scrape the apple puree? Did I disturb you?"

"Oh... I just noticed your pants were dirty, so I patted them. Did I scare you?"

A violent storm raged in Meng Zhixue's mind, leaving her speechless with shock. Her hand holding the spoon tightened involuntarily, almost breaking the stainless steel spoon in her hand.

What should I do?

She knew all too well that when a man and a woman got involved in a romantic relationship, it was almost always the woman who suffered!

Moreover, given their respective backgrounds—one a poor nanny whose only asset was her looks, the other a wealthy university professor—who would believe that she had no intention of seducing him, but rather that it was the hypocritical and depraved Wang Chengyuan who offended her?

Her back was soaked with cold sweat, and Meng Zhixue's face was pale.

"Why are you so scared? I didn't do anything to you." Wang Chengyuan smiled gently, implying something. "I've been married to your sister Ying for over ten years, and it's rare to see her like a young girl so much. Because of this, I like you too much."

Meng Zhixue's face paled even more.

Wang Chengyuan's words struck at her biggest fear: she and Yingjie had only known each other for half a month, while Wang Chengyuan had been her husband for more than ten years. Even if she confessed to Yingjie, would Yingjie believe her?

Even if Sister Ying believes her, so what?

They're a married couple with children, how can they get a divorce?

Although her mind was in turmoil, Meng Zhixue tried her best to calm down.

She glanced around, then picked up the fruit knife from the cutting board with trembling hands. Her clean, bright almond-shaped eyes glared at Wang Chengyuan warily, her stubbornness and sharpness evident.

If he dares to push his luck again, she will not hesitate to take action!

"Alright, alright!" Wang Chengyuan slowly raised his hands and stepped back, his eyes filled with a confident smile. "The child is still being returned. Don't get agitated. Take your time to consider it."

Meng Zhixue spat.

Now that you know the child is here, can't you put away your dirty thoughts?

After this mess, she was somewhat distracted all afternoon.

Little Heart, perhaps trying to comfort her, kept making "ah ah ah" sounds at her, wrapped her chubby little hands around her neck, and left a series of drooling kisses on her face.

Meng Zhixue was amused, but then felt depressed.

How could such a good child have such a disgusting father?

Wang Chengyuan, that beast in human form, is not worthy of Xinxin and Sister Ying at all!