I agreed to be a kept man, but I'm still being punished by the system.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled patterns of light into the luxurious master bedroom.

Lin Yang's eyelids twitched, and his consciousness slowly rose from the deep chaos.

The touch is incredibly smooth.

The expensive, high-quality cotton sheets clung to his skin, feeling incredibly smooth.

He slowly opened his eyes.

What came into view was Su Man's sleeping profile.

Her usually frosty face was now relaxed and peaceful, her long eyelashes casting a quiet shadow under her eyelids.

Freed from the constraints of her professional attire and the pretense of a queenly aura, she exuded softness and vulnerability.

Her arm was still resting on his chest, her warm breath gently caressing his skin.

Just then, a cold blue light appeared on his retina without warning.

[Congratulations, host! Your obedience rate has increased to 86% for Su Man, the number one in the "Soft Rice Encyclopedia"!]

The deep blue number "86%" froze his heart like ice.

He checked his phone. Luckily, it was the weekend, otherwise he would have been late for work.

Good, obedience has improved by more than 10%.

Lin Yang's heart was filled to the brim with a feeling of satisfaction.

Last night's madness flooded my mind like a tidal wave.

On the sofa in the living room, she displayed an active clumsiness and wildness.

On the kitchen island, she was driven to the brink of despair, crying and begging for mercy.

In the master bedroom's bathroom, the reflection in the mirror shows a body soaked in moisture and sweat.

Finally, this two-meter-wide bed became the final battleground.

A thought popped into Lin Yang's mind.

My sister is fierce!

Especially for women who have been suppressing their feelings for years, heartbroken by their ex-husband's "backbone," and pushed to their limits in their careers, once they explode, their energy is enough to melt steel.

He boasted that his body was made of iron, and after four years of weightlifting training in college, his strength far exceeded that of ordinary people. But now he was also feeling soreness in his back and waist.

Then, a thought flashed through his mind, instantly cooling his newly formed sense of satisfaction.

There were no safety measures in place last night.

What if...she's pregnant...

"Gurgle—"

A loud rumbling in the stomach broke the tranquility of the bedroom at an inopportune moment.

Lin Yang's stomach was protesting the excessive consumption of energy.

The sound startled Su Man, who was beside her. Her long eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Those usually sharp and cold eyes were now still somewhat sleepy, glistening with moisture, making Lin Yang's heart skip a beat.

"If you're tired, take a nap."

Lin Yang lowered his voice, speaking so naturally as if they had been getting along like this for many years.

"I'm hungry, I'm going to make some breakfast."

Su Man didn't speak, she just looked at him with a complicated expression.

Finally, she nodded slightly, which was taken as tacit consent.

Lin Yang carefully removed her arm from his body, lifted the blanket, and got out of bed barefoot.

He picked up the discarded trousers from the floor, put them on, and walked out of the master bedroom shirtless.

The morning sunlight filled the empty living room, and the air still carried the lingering scent of last night's romance.

Lin Yang walked into the kitchen, which was comparable to a professional kitchen, opened the huge refrigerator door, and prepared to find some ingredients that could quickly replenish his energy.

Just as he bent down, he heard a slight sound of a door opening behind him.

He assumed it was Su Man who had gotten up, and said without turning his head.

"What would you like to eat?"

His response was only deathly silence.

And, a chilling killing intent.

Lin Yang suddenly sat up straight and turned his head.

A middle-aged woman, around fifty years old, was standing at the kitchen door, holding a dripping vegetable basket in one hand and a gleaming kitchen knife in the other!

The tip of the knife was pointed directly at him.

"Who are you?!"

The aunt's voice was shrill, filled with fear and anger.

"What are you doing in my house?!"

Lin Yang felt a chill run down his spine and immediately raised his hands.

"Auntie, please don't misunderstand! I'm Mr. Su's colleague!"

"A colleague? A colleague can walk around Mr. Su's house shirtless?"

The aunt clearly didn't believe it, and tightened her grip on the cleaver, adopting a posture of being ready to fight to the death at any moment.

Just as tensions were about to rise, the door to the master bedroom was pushed open.

Su Man, wearing a silk nightgown with a tear in it, leaned lazily against the wall in the hallway, watching the comical scene in the kitchen, and couldn't help but smile.

Finally, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The clear, slightly mischievous laughter brought a vibrant life to the cold mansion for the first time.

Lin Yang looked helpless.

"President Su, how can you still laugh? Come over here and explain yourself!"

Su Man then walked over gracefully, the hem of her bathrobe swaying, revealing her smooth and slender calves.

"Sister Chen, don't be nervous."

Her voice regained some of the director's air, but with a hint of barely perceptible gentleness.

"This is my colleague, Xiaolin. That's all, you can go back to your work."

The auntie, referred to as Sister Chen, paused for a moment, her suspicious gaze sweeping back and forth between Su Man and Lin Yang.

When she saw the few glaring red marks on Su Man's neck, she instantly understood everything.

"Oh...oh! He's Mr. Su's colleague!"

She quickly put the cleaver back on the knife rack, forcing an awkward smile as she tidied her things while secretly glancing at Lin Yang out of the corner of her eye.

"Kobayashi..."

As she walked away with the rag, she was still muttering to herself.

"She has a really good figure."

Lin Yang was speechless and touched his nose.

This minor incident was thus resolved without a trace.

Su Man walked to Lin Yang's side, her nose lingering on his youthful scent, a mixture of sweat and hormones, and her cheeks felt slightly hot.

"What would you like for breakfast?" she asked.

"Let's have noodles, something simple."

Lin Yang opened the refrigerator, his gaze sweeping over the top-quality ingredients, before finally taking out two eggs and a handful of noodles.

"You just woke up. If you feel tired, go and get some more sleep. I'll do it." His tone was full of unquestionable consideration.

Suman did not refuse.

"I'm going to take a shower first."

She looked deeply at Lin Yang, and the coldness in her eyes completely melted away, leaving only tenderness and a trace of dependence that she herself was unaware of.

"Come in and call me when it's ready."

"Um."

Lin Yang nodded.

Watching Su Man turn and walk back into the master bedroom, the smile on his lips grew wider and wider.

Soon, two steaming bowls of egg noodles were ready.

A golden, soft-boiled egg rests in the clear broth, garnished with a few bright green scallions, and its aroma is irresistible.

Lin Yang walked into the master bedroom.

There was no one in the room.

From the direction of the bathroom came the sound of rushing water, and... a faint singing voice.

The singing was off-key and somewhat whimsical, yet it conveyed a heartfelt joy and lightness.

Lin Yang stopped in his tracks.

He could almost picture the usually stern and aloof queen now naked, humming a tuneless song in the warm water.

This realization ignited a fire within him.

As if possessed, he walked step by step to the bathroom door, his hand already raised, almost touching the frosted glass door.

"Click".

The door was pulled open from the inside.

A wave of hot, moist steam, carrying the fragrance of shower gel, wafted towards me.

Su Man, wearing a large bathrobe and barefoot, walked out of the bathroom.

Her hair was wet and draped over her shoulders, water droplets sliding down her long, smooth neck and disappearing into the depths of her bathrobe.

After her bath, Su Man looked like a piece of finely polished jade, radiant with health and beauty.

Her face, without any makeup, shone like the finest white porcelain under the steam, smooth and rosy, with skin so delicate it seemed to break at a touch.

She stood there quietly, possessing a beauty that stirred one's emotions.