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"How could that be?"

As Ye Heng spoke, he naturally walked towards the kitchen, casually picking up another clean apron hanging on the wall and tying it on. "I'll help you. What do you need me to do?"

Liu Zhixian was slightly taken aback as she watched him skillfully tie his apron, but the resentment in her eyes was replaced by a deeper warmth and surprise.

She never expected Ye Heng to offer his help. This simple and heartwarming scene touched her heart more than any expensive gift.

"You... you can do this too?" She walked to his side and handed him a bunch of washed greens. Her fingertips accidentally touched the back of Ye Heng's hand. It was slightly cool, but it made her heart tremble.

"Of course, I cook all the meals in the mountains."

Ye Heng took the greens, placed them on the cutting board, picked up the knife, and began to cut them with smooth and steady movements. The cuts were even in thickness, and the speed was not fast but very rhythmic.

Liu Zhixian stood to the side, watching the focused lines of his profile, watching his well-defined fingers grip the knife handle, and listening to the rhythmic tapping sound.

She suddenly felt that this morning, in this house filled with the warmth of everyday life, was more beautiful than any elaborate banquet.

An hour later.

As the food was served, Liu Zhixian took off her apron and took out a bottle of osmanthus wine that she had treasured for many years from the wine cabinet.

The amber-colored liquor was poured into a white porcelain cup, releasing a delicate aroma.

"This wine was planted the year I took over Tianfeng Pavilion," Liu Zhixian said, raising his cup, his eyes reflecting the candlelight and Ye Heng's shadow.

"Thinking...that one day I'll drink with you."

Ye Heng smiled slightly, raised his glass and gently clinked it against hers: "Happy birthday, Zhi Xian."

The two chatted as they ate, with Liu Zhixian mostly talking about the trivial matters of Tianfeng Pavilion over the years, while Ye Heng listened quietly, occasionally offering a comment.

The osmanthus wine was sweet and smooth on the palate, but had a strong aftertaste. After a few cups, Liu Zhixian's fair cheeks were flushed with a faint blush, and her eyes, as they sparkled, added a touch of naivety to her charm.

Looking at Ye Heng, she felt the weariness and tension she had endured alone over the years quietly melt away in this moment of warmth.

Just when the atmosphere was at its most relaxed and pleasant, Liu Zhixian's phone, which was on the coffee table, suddenly vibrated.

The name "Ah Zhong" flashed on the screen—he was one of her most trusted confidants.

Liu Zhixian frowned almost imperceptibly, a hint of displeasure at being disturbed flashing in her eyes.

She didn't want to answer, but Ah Zhong's call at this time must mean something important.

"I'm sorry." She smiled apologetically at Ye Heng, got up, and walked to the window to answer the phone.

"Master," Ah Zhong's voice was solemn.

"We just received news that the three leaders of the Punishment Hall, Wind Hall, and Fire Hall have accompanied... accompanied Young Master Chengye back. They conveyed a message that they would like to invite you to Tingtao Villa in the western suburbs tomorrow at noon, saying... that they have important matters to discuss."

Liu Zhixian's fingers tightened slightly as she gripped her phone, the warmth in her eyes vanishing instantly, replaced by a layer of frost.

Young Master Chengye...her nominal older brother, Liu Chengye.

Back then, the old master of the pavilion, who was also her adoptive father, knew that his biological son, Liu Chengye, was ambitious but incompetent and had a wicked heart. Before his death, he overruled the objections of others and passed the position of pavilion master to her.

This move naturally triggered a fierce backlash from Liu Chengye and his maternal clan, plunging Tianfeng Pavilion into the brink of internal strife.

It was at that moment that Ye Heng appeared like a divine warrior, using swift and decisive means to help her eliminate several of the most stubborn Grand Secretaries and their cronies, quickly stabilizing the situation, elevating her to the position of Grand Secretary, and completely shattering Liu Chengye's ambitions.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, this good-for-nothing older brother still hasn't given up. He secretly colluded with three powerful hall masters to make a comeback.

"Understood." Liu Zhixian's voice was devoid of emotion. "Reply to them that I will be at the appointment on time tomorrow at noon."

After hanging up the phone, she stood there silently for a moment. The lights outside the window reflected in her eyes, but they could not illuminate the deep-seated coldness within.

They're still harboring treacherous intentions... and they still dare to dream of reclaiming the position of Pavilion Master? How laughable.

She turned and walked back to the table, sat down again, picked up her wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

When she looked up again, her usual lazy smile had returned.

"It's nothing, it's a downer." She refilled Ye Heng's and her own glasses.

Ye Heng naturally heard the contents of the phone call.

He remembered what happened back then, and he knew that Liu Zhixian was able to maintain her position not only because of his help, but also because of her own ruthless methods and clever mind.

"Do you need me to go?" he asked directly. Given the relationship between Ye Heng and Liu Zhixian, there was no need for so many roundabout ways.

For him, this was just another troublesome matter that he could easily deal with.

Liu Zhixian shook her head: "It's alright, no need to trouble you. I'll go and meet them myself, and see how much skill they've gained over the years."

She gently circled around behind Ye Heng, her gaze falling on his broad and smooth back. Through the thin clothes, she could almost feel the strength and warmth contained within.

The kitchen was filled with the warm aroma of food that was almost cooked, mixed with his clean and refreshing scent, which made her heart skip a beat.

She leaned forward slightly, her forehead almost touching his shoulder blade, her voice soft and dependent:

"With you here... I feel at ease."

Ye Heng paused slightly in his hand holding the wine glass, but did not turn around. He simply hummed in response.

But the gentleness in that deep voice was enough to make her heart tremble.

Liu Zhixian received tacit approval, or rather, she sensed his silent indulgence.

So she raised her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, and slowly, tentatively, placed it on the back of Ye Heng's neck.

Her fingertips traced the lines of his neck, sliding down as gently as feathers, brushing against his slightly protruding cervical vertebrae, feeling the sense of security brought by those solid bones.

Then, his fingertips continued downwards, tracing the contours of his broad shoulders and back, outlining the muscles.

Ye Heng grabbed the hands that were wandering over his body.

"Liu Zhixian, you've always been a vixen."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly turned around.

Caught off guard, Liu Zhixian let out a soft gasp, feeling dizzy as she was suddenly enveloped in a firm, warm embrace.

Ye Heng's arms steadily supported her knees and back, lifting her up horizontally in his arms.

Liu Zhixian instinctively stretched out her arms and wrapped them around his neck.

The distance suddenly closed, and she looked up, able to clearly see his features so close to hers.

Suddenly she calmed down, her red lips curving into a captivating smile, her eyes sparkling with alluring charm.

"A vixen?" She breathed softly, her warm breath brushing against Ye Heng's chin.

"But you only use your charm on me..." Her fingertips playfully traced his Adam's apple, feeling the slight tremor there.

"Your heart is beating so fast. Is it because this osmanthus wine is too strong, or... am I more intoxicating than the wine?"

As she spoke, she deliberately shifted slightly in his arms, her soft curves pressed against his, conveying an astonishing heat and elasticity through the thin fabric.

Ye Heng carried her and walked a few steps to the large, soft sofa in the center of the living room. He loosened his grip and gently tossed her onto the sofa.

The sofa was incredibly bouncy; Liu Zhixian sank in and bounced back slightly, her long, black hair instantly spreading out, with a few strands clinging to her slightly flushed cheeks and lips.

Instead of being annoyed, she let out a short, pleasant laugh, stretched out a smooth foot, and lightly brushed her toes against Ye Heng's calf, her red lips parting slightly.

"You can't wait any longer? Just now... weren't you complaining that I was seductive?" She licked her slightly dry lips.

"Or perhaps, you like...me this way?"

The air seemed to freeze, or perhaps it was ignited, leaving only the heavy breathing of the two people.