You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

In the audio-visual room, which had lost its light source, only the faint, cold light from the starry ceiling shone down.

It hit Chen Yuan's angular profile.

Shen Wanzhou leaned on his shoulder and looked up.

A hint of doubt flashed in her peach blossom eyes, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow on her eye sockets.

"Is it serious business?"

She repeated it softly.

Some blush-inducing images involuntarily flashed through my mind.

After all, it's late at night and everyone is alone in a room.

The tips of her ears involuntarily flushed a deep, ripe blush.

Her fair, delicate fingers unconsciously tugged at the hem of Chen Yuan's gray T-shirt.

Her knuckles tightened slightly, revealing the nervousness and anticipation in her heart.

Chen Yuan looked at her conflicted expression.

A low, muffled laugh escaped his throat.

The vibrations from her chest traveled along her skin, sending a tingling, numbing sensation into Shen Wanzhou's ears.

He stretched out his hand.

The rough fingertips gently pinched the tip of Shen Wanzhou's pert nose.

"What are you thinking about?"

The man's voice carried an obvious hint of mockery.

"Of course I'm going to the kitchen to make a midnight snack. You were so busy looking at reports tonight that you only ate half a bowl of rice."

"If we don't fill our stomachs soon, one of the cats will be too hungry to sleep in the middle of the night."

Shen Wanzhou's cheeks flushed instantly.

A blush spread all the way down to her slender neck.

Like a child whose secrets have been exposed, she angrily slapped away Chen Yuan's messy hand.

"I wasn't thinking anything else..."

She muttered to herself and stood up from the sofa.

To hide his guilty conscience, he walked out of the media room in his bunny slippers.

Their steps were so fast it was as if they were running away.

Chen Yuan watched her flee in disarray.

He shook his head, his eyes filled with an unyielding indulgence.

He strode after him.

The kitchen is open-plan on the first floor.

The warm yellow overhead lights lit up, dispelling the chill of the manor night.

This time.

Shen Wanzhou didn't peek from outside the door or from a high stool like she used to.

She walked to the kitchen counter and took out two identical solid-color aprons from the cabinet.

One is black, and the other is off-white.

She handed the black one to Chen Yuan.

She clumsily put the off-white apron around her neck.

He fumbled behind his back for a long time but still couldn't tie the ribbon properly.

Chen Yuan walked over.

He stood naturally behind her, his large, well-defined hands taking the two straps.

With nimble fingers, she tied a beautiful bow.

Warm breath brushed against the back of Shen Wanzhou's neck.

This made her flinch slightly.

"I'll assist you today."

Shen Wanzhou turned around and looked up at Chen Yuan.

His tone carried a hint of eager anticipation and seriousness.

Although she had cooked the noodles into a black paste last time.

But she felt she could handle simple tasks like washing vegetables, which required no special skills.

"it is good."

Chen Yuan did not refuse her kindness.

The two stood side by side in front of the large marble countertop.

Chen Yuan took out a piece of pork tenderloin with a beautiful texture from the refrigerator.

The chef's knife flew across the cutting board, making a crisp, clattering sound.

The pork tenderloin was cut into even strips and placed in a bowl to marinate with cooking wine and starch.

Shen Wanzhou rolled up her sleeves.

Two sections of her pale, lotus-root-colored forearms were exposed.

She stood by the sink, carefully washing a few bright green scallions and lettuce leaves.

The water was rushing and splashing.

Occasionally, a few drops of cool water splashed onto the back of her hand.

She didn't care and washed it very carefully.

After washing, she handed the drained vegetables to Chen Yuan.

Their movements were so practiced, like those of an old married couple who had worked together hundreds of times.

Heat the pan and add oil.

As the oil temperature gradually rises, the aroma of soybean oil begins to fill the air.

Chen Yuan evenly coated the marinated pork tenderloin strips with batter.

One by one, they slid into the boiling oil.

Shila-

Golden oil bubbled and churned in the pot.

Under the high temperature, the pork tenderloin strips quickly expand and set, becoming crispy and tempting.

Remove from the oil.

Leave a little oil at the bottom of the pot, then add tomato sauce, sugar, and balsamic vinegar.

Boil over high heat.

The sweet and sour sauce was bubbling and simmering in the pot.

The overpowering aroma instantly filled every corner of the kitchen.

It even drowned out the fragrance of flowers and plants outside the window.

Shen Wanzhou stood aside, looking at the pot of bright red and thick sweet and sour sauce.

I swallowed a big mouthful of sweet saliva.

My stomach let out a soft protest, much to my dismay.

Chen Yuan steadily flipped the frying pan with his wrist.

Return the fried pork tenderloin strips to the pot.

The sweet and sour sauce quickly and evenly coats each strip of meat, giving it an enticing sheen.

"Trying to eat it?"

Chen Yuan turned his head and looked at her staring intently at the pot.

Put down the spatula in your hand.

Chen Yuan did not rush to serve the dish.

He turned around and faced Shen Wanzhou.

His tall figure leaned forward half a step.

Her hands reached through her sides and braced themselves against the marble edge of the kitchen counter.

He simply wrapped her up in his arms.

Shen Wanzhou's back was pressed against the cold kitchen counter.

There was no way to retreat.

The man's chest pressed against hers.

Through two thin layers of apron fabric.

She could clearly feel Chen Yuan's strong heartbeat.

And there's that masculine scent mixed with the aroma of sweet and sour vinegar.

"Your...meat is going to burn..."

Shen Wanzhou stammered a reminder, her eyes darting around in a panic.

She just didn't dare look into Chen Yuan's dark and deep eyes.

Chen Yuan ignored the bubbling sauce in the pot.

He lowered his head.

The cool, thin lips accurately captured those deep red lips.

This was a deep kiss imbued with the warmth of everyday life.

The initial tentative exploration that occurred during their first time living together was gone.

Only the purest possession and indulgence.

Shen Wanzhou had nowhere to put her hands, so she could only climb onto Chen Yuan's broad shoulders.

Her fingers gripped the fabric of his T-shirt, but it was so soft that she couldn't muster any strength.

The sweet and sour sauce in the pot was bubbling away. Chen Yuan's thin lips were close to her ear, his voice low and intoxicating: "In this life, I will never be a kept man except for you."