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

What should we do?

of course……

"Come on, come on!"

Meng Zhixue tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and pouted her lips, looking like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water.

She refused to believe that Zhou Yu, who had remained chaste in his past life and would never have touched her unless it was due to an accident while drunk, would switch from the Path of Ruthlessness to the Path of Union in this life when he was rational and sober!

It's just to scare her.

really……

Suppressing his anger, Zhou Yu chuckled softly, pulled the blanket over her face, and quickly wrapped her up like a spring roll, then wrapped her several times with the bed sheet.

He had no intention of forcing himself on her; in fact, he added several layers of protection for her. He simply gave her a hard slap through the blanket, which, of course, landed squarely on her buttocks.

Meng Zhixue was instantly frozen in place, stunned into silence.

That's going too far!

So what if I didn't eat the food he cooked?

Was it really necessary to beat her like a child? Doesn't she have any dignity?!

"Zhou Yu, you're a pervert!" With everything in darkness, Meng Zhixue was still a little panicked. However, when she finally managed to struggle out of the blanket, the man in front of her had already disappeared.

She stared wide-eyed, clutching the blanket warily, looking left and right to make sure the person was really gone. She jumped up, rushed to the door, and closed it immediately.

On the living room sofa, Zhou Yu sat with his legs crossed, listening to the sound of the door slamming shut, and swirled the golden liquor in his glass.

He took a small sip, suppressing the smile in his eyes.

……

The next day.

When Zhou Yu opened his eyes, it was just getting light outside the window.

A sliver of morning light peeked into the room through the gap in the curtains. He pressed the control button on the bedside table, and the curtains slowly parted to the sides, illuminating the entire room. He was now fully awake.

He is always full of energy and needs very little sleep. Even if he wakes up an hour early, he can still maintain excellent condition.

He got out of bed and strode toward the bathroom.

After washing up, I picked out a royal blue suit from the dressing room and put it on, then straightened my tie in front of the mirror.

As he walked downstairs, he pondered whether to make the braised noodles he had just researched the night before or the tomato and beef noodle soup. Before he knew it, he saw the warm light shining from the kitchen.

There are already people in the kitchen.

"You're up already? Are you in a hurry?" Hearing the noise, Meng Zhixue turned around in surprise, then looked at the clay pot of porridge cooking on the stove. "The seafood porridge isn't ready yet, it'll take at least another ten minutes."

She got up early on purpose, intending to cook the porridge for a longer time to make it more fragrant and delicious.

Besides apologizing to Zhou Yu, she was also craving it herself.

After a pause, Zhou Yu said, "No rush."

Taking off his suit jacket, he rolled up his sleeves and asked, "Do you need my help?"

"Huh?" Meng Zhixue shook her head. "No need, no need. I've already made yam and jujube cake, and I'll just fry a plate of spring rolls, and that'll be it."

Zhou Yu nodded, put on his clothes, and then suddenly had an idea and said, "I have something to do at the company today. Pack the porridge in a thermos and I'll take it to the company."

"No problem." Meng Zhixue nodded.

Once the porridge was cooked, she packed the piping hot and fragrant seafood porridge into a thermos. After thinking for a moment, she added a yam and jujube paste cake to the top of the thermos.

Spring rolls are pan-fried, and the point of eating them is to make them crispy. They won't taste good if you put them in a thermos for a while, so she didn't make them.

The dignity of Luofeng Village's top chef must be defended!

When she handed the thermos to Zhou Yu, her hand accidentally touched Zhou Yu's hand.

She didn't notice this detail, but Zhou Yu's hand, which was holding the thermos, gripped it tightly for a moment before slowly relaxing.

Zhou Yu's cool, peach-blossom eyes suddenly turned to Meng Zhixue. After confirming that she was completely unaware and it was not intentional, Zhou Yu chuckled softly.

"I'm leaving," he said.

"Oh, okay, be careful." Meng Zhixue waved dismissively, not even glancing at him. All her attention was focused on the bubbling casserole dish, her eyes shining brightly.

Her porridge needs to cook a little longer; she wants the seafood porridge cooked to perfection!

……

Entering the garage, Zhou Yu chose an orange-yellow sports car.

I left home earlier than usual today; the driver hadn't arrived yet, so I drove myself.

I was in a good mood throughout the journey.

Upon arriving at the company, he stepped out of the private elevator that led directly to the top floor, and carried the insulated container into the president's office in full view of everyone, placing it in the most conspicuous place on the desk.

Whether it was the employees in the president's office, the president's assistant who reported his schedule, or Wen Jueming who came to take his pulse as usual, they all saw him at a glance.

The subordinates dared not ask too many questions, but Wen Jueming asked as much as he wanted.

"What is this?" he asked.

"Oh..." Zhou Yu had been waiting for this. Hearing this, he cleared his throat and said, "Didn't she pretend to have a stomach hemorrhage and be hospitalized the day before yesterday? She was worried that I wouldn't eat well and would have a stomachache, so she got up early in the morning to cook seafood porridge for me. I said there wasn't enough time and it wasn't necessary, but she insisted on putting it in a thermos for me to take with me."

Wen Jueming: "...?"

Why say so much? Did he even ask?

The three words "seafood congee" are enough to answer his question. To be more perfunctory, just use the word "congee". Why be so verbose?

You have a helpless look on your face that says "women are such a hassle," but could you please tone down the smile in your eyes?

"You're just trying to show off, aren't you?" Wen Jueming said disdainfully. "Tsk, the stench of love! Looks like you, this eternal virgin, already tasted the sweetness last night?"

Zhou Yu: "..."

...No.

Seeing his frozen expression, what else did Wen Jueming not understand?

He laughed heartily, feeling he had won back the score, and took out his golden needles: "Come, come! It seems you'll be a while before you shed your virginity, so I'll give you a few acupuncture needles. Let me release some of your pent-up energy, so your thing won't be too suppressed and fail at the crucial moment."

Zhou Yu raised an eyelid and asked casually, "Do you think I'll mess things up?"

"Just tell me if it hurts or not!" Wen Jueming pretended to stop.

Zhou Yu: "...Stab!"

Wen Jueming is indeed skilled; he truly deserves to be a descendant of a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.

After a few needle pricks, Zhou Yu immediately felt refreshed, and the intense heat in his body was relieved, giving him a sense of relief as if a raging fire had been extinguished.

Was he really holding back a lot of frustration?

With this question flashing through his mind, Zhou Yu immediately threw himself into his work as soon as Wen Jueming left.

He worked efficiently until noon when his assistant came in to remind him that his lunch had been delivered. Only then did he rub his temples, get up, and take out his phone to call Meng Zhixue.

There was nothing important to say, he could just make up any excuse, he just suddenly felt like making a phone call.

But when he tried to call, the line was always busy.

Meng Zhixue was on the phone with someone, and the call lasted for more than ten minutes.

With a furrowed brow, Zhou Yu tapped his fingers lightly on the desk.

……

On the taxi.

Meng Zhixue was sitting in the back seat, making a phone call.

Her usually smiling almond-shaped eyes were filled with anxiety. She gripped her phone tightly, so tightly that her knuckles turned bluish-white, revealing her unease at a glance.

"Sister Chen, don't panic, tell me what happened."

"What?! Your sister has breast cancer, and your brother-in-law refuses to pay for her treatment and even says he wants a divorce? He's an animal!! Your sister had a huge fight with him and said she was going to jump off a building?! Please, no way!"

"There's no hurdle in this world that can't be overcome; it's better to kill the other person than to commit suicide!"

"Tell your sister not to get agitated. I'm already in the car, I'll be there soon!"

"..."

After hanging up the phone, Meng Zhixue looked at the driver ahead and asked anxiously, "Sir, can you go a little faster?"