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"you……!"

Jiang Momo was startled and tried to back away, but behind her was the stove and in front of her was Li Jiuyuan.

Instead of dodging, Li Jiuyuan took another step forward, closing the distance between them.

"Ninth Master!"

Jiang Momo was almost suffocated by the oppressive aura emanating from Li Jiuyuan. She turned her head away and did not notice the expression on Li Jiuyuan's face that was constantly staring at her.

It looked like they were sizing each other up.

It's more like an exploration.

Where did you go today?

His voice was cold, and Jiang Momo's heart trembled again. The call record resurfaced in Jiang Momo's mind, arousing all her fear and unease.

"I just went out for a casual stroll."

She frantically tried to find reasons for herself, even though those reasons now seemed utterly weak and unconvincing.

But it was the only method she could think of.

Where can I go that allows other men to answer my phone?

Jiang Momo was even thinking about telling Li Jiuyuan that she had gone to buy clothes and handed her phone to the sales assistant.

That sounds like a good idea.

Her mind raced, but a smile still appeared on her face.

In Li Jiuyuan's view, Jiang Momo was squeezed between himself and the table, and the smile on her face was forced. However, he still noticed that when Jiang Momo smiled, there was a very small dimple on her cheek.

It was light, and very sweet.

Like wine that has been sealed under a tree for many years, it appears calm and unassuming when opened, but is actually alluring and fiery inside.

"I've cooked a meal, Ninth Master, would you like to have some with us?"

Seeing that Li Jiuyuan hadn't spoken for a long time, Jiang Momo tried to use these words to overshadow the previous topic.

Li Jiuyuan seemed to have suddenly thought of something, his brows furrowed, and the kitchen seemed to have gotten colder.

"I'm not eating anymore."

He straightened up and released Jiang Momo.

Jiang Momo, however, dared not relax at all.

Li Jiuyuan was angry, a sudden anger, and Jiang Momo couldn't help but connect his current emotions with that phone call.

As it turned out, she was right.

It seems what's meant to happen can't be avoided.

She had prepared herself mentally, raised her hand, and tugged at Li Jiuyuan's sleeve, her tone both pitiful and cautious.

"There's something I want to tell you."

Li Jiuyuan first gave Jiang Momo a deep look, signaling her to continue.

"You called me during the day, but I didn't answer..."

Jiang Momo felt that her tone was quite good, even arguably an apology, but she didn't know which of her words had offended Li Jiuyuan.

Li Jiuyuan's cold eyes seemed to be filled with ice; he didn't say a word and turned to leave.

"Hey? Where are you going?"

Jiang Momo snapped out of her daze and immediately chased after him.

Li Jiuyuan was tall and had long legs, so he reached the second floor in just a few steps.

His aura was extremely low, and his tone was even worse.

Even Aunt Chen, who had worked in the villa for many years, unconsciously slowed her breathing.

"Aunt Chen," Li Jiuyuan said, "throw everything out of the kitchen and cook it all over again."

Jiang Momo frowned in dissatisfaction.

Why? She'd been doing this for so long! Why did she just collapse like that?!

Even if Li Jiuyuan doesn't eat it, he can still eat it himself.

Sure enough, these rich people are used to wasting food and don't know how to cherish it at all.

Despite these thoughts in her heart, Jiang Momo dared not say them aloud.

He could only secretly complain about Li Jiuyuan behind his back.

Aunt Chen was equally puzzled: "What's wrong, Mr. Li? Madam made coconut chicken, didn't you...?"

Li Jiuyuan paused in his steps upstairs, then uttered a sentence:

"I hate this food the most, and it's never allowed to appear on the family dining table again."

After he finished speaking, he went into the bedroom, and the sound of the door closing was not quiet, just a click.

The rest of Aunt Chen's sentence remained unanswered.

"Didn't President Li used to love this dish the most?"

Jiang Momo nodded in agreement.

She clearly asked Aunt Chen before cooking to make sure Li Jiuyuan liked it.

"Now it seems that what he disliked was not the food, but the person who cooked it."

Jiang Momo looked listless.

Aunt Chen comforted her:

"Madam, please don't talk nonsense. Mr. Li is probably just in a bad mood. I'll just make another dish. As for the rest, consider it my good fortune to taste your cooking today."

With Aunt Chen's encouragement, Jiang Momo's mood improved considerably.

But what she cared about was why Li Jiuyuan's reaction was so intense.

It seems that Li Yunqi definitely didn't say anything nice on the phone today.

However, since Li Jiuyuan didn't expose him directly or bankrupt the Jiang family, he probably doesn't know that he's just a substitute.

With this, the heaviest weight in Jiang Momo's heart was finally lifted.

As long as my identity isn't exposed, I can find a way to solve everything else.

As for Li Jiuyuan's reaction...

Jiang Momo found it inexplicably funny.

It seems that what outsiders say about Master Li being vindictive is just that he's petty.

Such a possessive person, getting so angry over just a phone call.

At the same time, Jiang Momo also realized that, in the end, as Li Jiuyuan's wife, she was nothing more than the private property of this rich man.

They cannot have any contact with outsiders and can only be kept by Li Jiuyuan's side.

For a moment, Jiang Momo couldn't tell whether she should laugh or cry.

She untied her apron and handed it to Aunt Chen.

Her hand suddenly stopped in mid-air. Then, Jiang Momo simply threw her apron on the ground and ran upstairs quickly.

Even the injury on her leg couldn't stop her.

Having been home for so long, Jiang Momo had completely forgotten that the bodycon skirt was still in her bedroom!

She slapped her forehead in frustration, hoping that Li Jiuyuan would never see it.

However, Lady Luck did not smile upon them.

As soon as Jiang Momo pushed open the door, she saw Li Jiuyuan standing by the bed, his fingers hooking the skirt and lifting it up.

The wind blew into the room as the door opened, and the wrinkled and sparse fabric swayed pitifully.

Her palms were instantly covered in cold sweat, and her feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move an inch.

Li Jiuyuan spoke, word by word:

"You used the black card I gave you to buy this kind of thing?"

As Li Jiuyuan finished speaking, the bodycon skirt slipped from his fingers and fell into the trash can next to him.

Jiang Momo's face burned.

Those humiliating memories from the club resurfaced in Jiang Momo's mind. It was as if she were back in that decadent place, her body covered in greasy hands.

Those rich people, those men who touched her, all wore masks.

It's as if as long as there's this layer of disguise, they can trample on her at will.

But for the sake of money, she had no choice but to give in and endure it time and time again.

Jiang Momo's body gradually grew cold, and cold sweat covered her entire body.

She looked up at Li Jiuyuan, and the person opposite her looked back at her as well. Jiang Momo met Li Jiuyuan's eyes.

It looks vaguely familiar.

But soon, Jiang Momo remembered.

For a moment, that cold, indifferent gaze overlapped with the eyes hidden behind countless masks in the club.

A thought suddenly occurred to her.

What difference is there between Li Jiuyuan and those other people?

The biggest difference is probably that he's richer than those people.