I started as a spirited young man, and the system made me a male god.

At 5 p.m., Chen Fei took the elevator with his packed steamed sea bass, Longjing shrimp, and a pot of soft chicken and millet porridge.

I swiped my card to enter, and the entryway light turned on.

In the living room, the afterglow of the setting sun casts a warm and tranquil glow on the carpet.

I thought Jiang Che would be resting in the bedroom, but to my surprise, she was sitting at the living room desk, typing away on her computer.

Chen Fei's good mood was instantly dampened.

He approached quietly until his shadow fell on the table.

Jiang Che's fingers, which were typing on the keyboard, suddenly stopped. He looked up abruptly, a hint of panic flashing across his face.

"You're back?" she asked first, smiling sheepishly. "I was just organizing my notes from this morning, it wasn't difficult..."

"It seems that Mr. Jiang didn't listen to a single word I said this morning."

Chen Fei interrupted her, his voice not loud, but carrying a heavy sense of oppression.

He stood in front of her, leaned down slightly, and met her gaze: "I told you, if I come back and see you working, don't blame me for being impolite."

Jiang Che's heart skipped a beat.

Looking at Chen Fei's face so close to hers, she felt a sudden surge of nervousness.

She could have easily worked in her bedroom and gotten ready as soon as she heard the door open.

For some reason, she couldn't help but want to come to the living room to work, seemingly out of genuine curiosity about what Chen Fei meant by "you're welcome."

Confiscate the computer? Or criticize her more harshly for not taking care of her health?

When Jiang Che saw Chen Fei's hand approaching her, she almost instinctively closed her eyes and even straightened her back unconsciously, as if she wanted to meet the man's palm.

However, the expected "rudeness" did not come in any violent way.

She only felt a slightly cool touch gently falling on her forehead.

It was Chen Fei's hand.

He probed with his finger, then placed the back of his hand against it, lingering for a few seconds.

"You still have a slight fever," he stated calmly, withdrawing his hand. "Seeing that you've recovered quite a bit, I won't hold it against you. Come and eat something."

The anticipated conflict did not occur; it was just a routine temperature check.

Jiang Che's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and a sense of relief welled up in his heart, but then he felt a little lost.

What startled her even more was that an extremely absurd, even somewhat dark, thought uncontrollably entered her mind—

I've been busy all afternoon, and I've actually been feeling a bit drowsy and having trouble concentrating.

If... if Chen Fei's hand hadn't just been taking her temperature, but had instead been a slap on her cheek... would it have made her more alert?

This idea is too horrifying, and too...unspeakable.

Jiang Che was startled by himself, his cheeks instantly flushed, and even the tips of his ears turned red.

She suddenly opened her eyes, meeting Chen Fei's scrutinizing gaze. She quickly looked away and changed the subject: "I...I'm fine...By the way, how was your trip to the exhibition this afternoon? Did you find anything interesting?"

Chen Fei observed her every move, from closing her eyes and straightening her chest, to blushing and becoming flustered. Although somewhat puzzled, he still delivered the good news:

"Oh, it's alright. I passed by the booth of that new Chinese style women's clothing company yesterday, and they happened to have an important sample garment that was damaged, so I helped them fix it. Sister Zhou was very grateful, and she said she could offer at least 25 yuan."

"25?!" Jiang Che almost jumped up from his chair. The weakness after his illness and his previous wild thoughts were completely swept away by this huge surprise.

A radiant smile blossomed on her face, and almost instinctively, she took a step forward, stretched out her arms, and gave Chen Fei a firm hug.

"That's great! Chen Fei! You're amazing!" Her voice was full of excitement, her arms were around his neck, and her body was trembling slightly with excitement.

Chen Fei was taken aback by the sudden hug, and instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist to prevent her from falling.

However, the hug lasted for less than two seconds.

"Ugh..." Jiang Che suddenly let out a short groan, the arms around his neck loosened their grip, and his body swayed.

"What's wrong?" Chen Fei immediately tightened his arms around her and supported her.

"My head... I'm a little dizzy... I have low blood sugar." Jiang Che leaned against him. The excitement from before had passed, but the weakness from working all afternoon came back, and her vision blurred.

"I knew it!" Chen Fei said irritably, picked her up by the waist, and quickly walked into the bedroom, placing her on the slightly messy bed.

"You just recovered from a fever, so you can't have any emotional ups and downs, and you can't spend too much time on yourself. Are you behaving yourself now?" He scolded her as he pulled the blanket over her, then reached out to check her forehead temperature, his brows furrowing slightly. "It's a bit erratic. Lie down and don't move."

Jiang Che lay on the soft bed, watching Chen Fei frown and speak in a bad tone, yet move gently as he busied himself for her, which filled her with mixed feelings.

She obediently hummed in agreement, closed her eyes, and felt Chen Fei place the slightly cool, damp towel back on her forehead.

The bedroom fell silent, with only the fading light of dusk outside the window.

Chen Fei sat on the edge of the bed, playing on his phone and watching over her.

After a long while, Jiang Che said softly, "I'm sorry... I've troubled you again."

"I know it's troublesome, so be more obedient next time." Chen Fei's voice came from the side, still tinged with reproach. "To put it bluntly, if you keep pushing yourself like this, there's no end in sight."

"But I just looked at the quarterly report, and we lost tens of thousands of yuan last quarter." Jiang Che's tone became somewhat sad, even tinged with a sob.

Just as Chen Fei was about to offer some words of comfort, there was a light knock on the door.

Why would anyone come at this time? Jiang Che looked puzzled when he heard the knocking.

Chen Fei got up and walked to the entrance hall, looking out through the peephole.

A middle-aged man, around fifty years old, stood outside the door. He was wearing a well-made dark casual jacket and his hair was styled meticulously, but there seemed to be a deep anxiety between his brows.

Although Chen Fei was puzzled, he still opened the door a crack and stood in front of it.

The middle-aged man outside the door was visibly taken aback when he saw Chen Fei open the door.

He quickly looked Chen Fei up and down, exuding the aura and pressure of a superior.

Chen Fei was dressed casually in a short-sleeved shirt and trousers today. Because he was taking care of Jiang Che and had been busy all afternoon, his clothes were a bit casual. But this did not make him back down in the slightest under the scrutinizing gaze. He just calmly looked back.

"Who are you looking for?" Chen Fei asked, his tone polite but distant.

The middle-aged man frowned almost imperceptibly, and instead of answering Chen Fei's question, he asked somewhat urgently, "Where is Jiang Che?"

Chen Fei frowned even more and retorted sharply, "Who exactly are you? Tell me or I'll call security."

The middle-aged man seemed somewhat displeased with Chen Fei's wariness and questioning.

But he took a deep breath, looked at Chen Fei carefully again, as if confirming something, and then announced his identity in a deep voice:

"My name is Jiang Hongren. I am Jiang Che's father."