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

"You didn't know?" Wei Hongyu was also surprised, then looked annoyed and muttered under her breath, "If I had known you didn't know, I wouldn't have said anything..."

Meng Zhixue stared at her with her clear, bright almond-shaped eyes, without blinking.

Wei Hongyu scratched her face: "Oh, okay! He asked my sister what she likes to eat, and my sister said she likes taro chicken and pickled fish. Then he asked about the specific cooking methods and stuff."

Unable to hide her ulterior motives, Wei Hongyu continued, "Few men know how to cook. Zhou Yu has been pampered since childhood, so he'd never know how. You're just a maid; how could he possibly cook for you? He'd definitely order from a restaurant!"

Meng Zhixue glanced at her but didn't say anything.

She finally understood why Zhou Yu called her a dog when she grabbed a meat bun and ran away.

If she cooks a whole table of dishes and people don't appreciate it and say they're tired of it, she'll want to grab a frying pan and shove it at them as a form of physical punishment.

...Although most of the time she only thought about it and wouldn't actually do it, she was definitely unhappy.

Feeling guilty, Meng Zhixue became somewhat absent-minded.

While playing with Xiaoxin, she was still very concerned about Xiaoxin's safety and emotions, but the malicious Wei Hongyu stuffed a sour grape into her mouth, making her so sour that tears almost welled up in her eyes!

It’s just that!

When she got off work, Wei Hongyu pestered her relentlessly, begging her to help her pursue Zhou Yu. She just chuckled and wanted to discuss a "profit-sharing agreement" with Zhou Yu so that Wei Hongyu would go bankrupt because of her love for men!

Let Wei Hongyu know what the wickedness of the human heart is, and what it means that lust is a knife hanging over one's head!

However, this was just something she thought about.

After all, Zhou Yu took over the family business at a young age and had countless properties under his name. He was much richer than Wei Hongyu and would never be interested in such a small amount of money.

The one who could take off Zhou Shao's suit and make him feel so good could never be a beautiful young girl...

The bathhouse masseuse, hmm, that's somewhat possible.

……

Back at Villa No. 15, Meng Zhixue walked very carefully.

Her eyes searched left and right for Zhou Yu's whereabouts, while she racked her brains for a way to explain herself... no, to justify it.

If you let someone down, you should always give an explanation.

Zhou Yu wasn't home.

She relaxed, took a deep breath, sat on the sofa, and started watching TV shows.

Unexpectedly, I had only watched the opening credits of the new urban romance drama I had just found when a phone call came in, and the caller ID showed Xue Yan.

After a long silence, until the call ended, Xue Yan called again a few seconds later. Meng Zhixue then took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Xuexue..." Xue Yan deliberately acted relaxed, asking with a smile, "Are you with Young Master Zhou now? Did you know about Young Master Zhou coming to Night Jue yesterday?"

Meng Zhixue replied, "I know."

"Then, then last night..." Xue Yan asked, "Did you make him do that last night?"

Meng Zhixue didn't know what had happened, but that didn't stop her from asking, "What do you think?"

Xue Yan's breathing suddenly quickened, as if she could no longer pretend. Her emotions collapsed, and she cried and pleaded, "Xuexue, I beg you, for the sake of our good friends, for the sake of how well I've taken care of you before, can you please let me go this time?"

"I... I was forced into this. If I didn't introduce you to Night Duke, Wang Xu would have people beat me up. I was really scared, and I had no other choice..."

"I'm sorry, Xuexue, I should have told you sooner..."

"..."

"Don't worry." Not wanting to hear any more, Meng Zhixue didn't bother to question her and simply said, "I won't do anything to you, but we don't need to contact each other anymore."

"But you had Sister Chen target me!" Xue Yan shrieked. "You said you wouldn't go after me, so why did you have Sister Chen make things difficult for me? Why did you have Young Master Zhou come and cause trouble for Wang Xu? Weren't you doing this on purpose for me to see?"

She screamed hysterically, "Meng Zhixue, you're disgusting! You take advantage of your looks to do whatever you want, you stole Senior Zhao but don't cherish him, if you don't like him, then don't seduce him!"

After shouting, she regretted it and stammered, "I'm sorry," crying and begging for forgiveness.

"..."

Meng Zhixue had no recollection of Senior Zhao.

When she was in junior college, her family did not support her studies, and she had a very hard time.

She had to earn her own tuition and living expenses, so she was either working or on her way to work. How could she possibly have the mind to care about Zhao, Qian, Sun, or Li? All her thoughts were focused on "making money," and she had no interest in romance whatsoever.

Meng Zhixue calmly hung up the phone and blacklisted Xue Yan.

She learned to avoid getting entangled with negative people from her past life.

However, worried that Xue Yan might hate Sister Chen because of her, she quickly sent a message to Sister Chen about it, telling her to be careful of Xue Yan so as not to be tricked.

When Sister Chen called, the two chatted for a while, and Meng Zhixue felt much better.

Her almond-shaped eyes were brimming with smiles.

The aftereffects of staying up all night were still there. She was watching a show on the sofa when her phone fell to the floor, and she fell asleep with her head tilted to the side.

When she woke up again, she felt her body swaying slightly, as if she had been woken up by the waves while sleeping on a boat.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Zhou Yu's beautifully sculpted jawline, his thin lips, his high nose bridge, and his captivating peach blossom eyes that glanced down at her as he sensed she was awake.

He... was holding her?!

Meng Zhixue stared in disbelief, her heart clenching.

"What?" After admiring the shock on her face for a moment, Zhou Yu curled his lips and chuckled softly, "Almost scared to death?"

There was a hint of smugness in his voice.

Meng Zhixue understood instantly and felt relieved.

She suppressed the urge to yawn and nodded, saying, "Because I was ungrateful today, and had the audacity to refuse your cooking and flatter you, so you're deliberately trying to scare me, right?"

"...What are you trying to scare me about?" Zhou Yu's smile faded.

"You hugged me on purpose!" The more Meng Zhixue spoke, the more she felt she had seen through his scheme. "You're devoted to your white moonlight, how could you easily hug and cuddle with someone else? You just don't like me because of what happened this morning, and you want me to think you're lusting after me, so you'll give up and quit your job!"

Zhou Yu said casually, "Oh, you're really smart."

"That's right." Meng Zhixue smiled smugly, realizing they were already in her room, and quickly patted his arm, "We're here, put me down... Ah!"

The triumphant tone instantly turned into a startled gasp.

Meng Zhixue's body was thrown high into the air and then fell heavily onto the bed. The soft mattress bounced her body upwards, making her dizzy.

When I looked up again, the bed sank, and a thick shadow suddenly loomed over my eyes.

Danger! Her almond-shaped eyes widened, and she instinctively tried to get up and run, but a hand grabbed her shoulder and pressed her down.

Startled, she turned her head and saw a long, slender hand with distinct knuckles.

Looking up, Zhou Yu, dressed in a black suit, was kneeling on the bed with one knee, one hand supporting him on his side and the other holding her rounded shoulder. His dark, cool peach blossom eyes looked down at her.

The emotion was calm, yet incredibly oppressive.

"If I really do desire your body..." His gaze slowly moved down to her full, red lips, then suddenly he looked up directly into her astonished eyes, raising an eyebrow casually as he asked, "What are you going to do?"