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The police car's tires rolled over the wet asphalt.

That mournful laugh, more desolate than an owl's, along with the grudges of the past five years.

They were completely thrown onto a dead end from which there was no turning back.

The scene was as if it had been cleanly and decisively cleaved in two by an invisible, sharp blade.

All the dampness, stench, and despair were kept outside the black and gold iron gates of Cloudtop Manor.

A clear morning in early summer.

The manor is filled with the fresh scent of podocarpus and morning dew.

Sunlight streamed through the huge French windows, cutting out bright gold bricks on the floor.

In the spacious open kitchen on the first floor.

The wall-mounted ultra-thin LCD TV is lit up.

The female news anchor's clear and articulate voice flowed through the quiet kitchen as she delivered her morning news report.

"Last night, police in our city arrested two fugitives suspected of engaging in a gang fight in a homeless community under an overpass..."

The television screen flashed by.

Two people, covered in mud and unrecognizable, were handcuffed and roughly shoved into a police car.

The blurry pixels couldn't hide the desolation and wretchedness that could be felt even through the screen.

Chen Yuan stood in front of the kitchen counter.

She was wearing a spotless white cotton loungewear.

His sleeves were casually rolled up on his forearms, revealing his strong, muscular physique.

He wore his favorite pure black apron around his waist.

Long, slender fingers held a delicate silver knife, deftly processing the ingredients on the cutting board.

I heard the news broadcast on the television.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

The chopping motion didn't stop for a second.

It's like hearing a boring news flash about a clogged sewer on some street.

They wouldn't even spare a glance.

With his large, well-defined hands, he casually picked up the remote control that was placed on the marble table beside him.

My thumb gently pressed the red power button.

Snapped.

The television screen went black instantly, and the female anchor's voice stopped abruptly.

The kitchen returned to its quiet state, with only the bubbling of the clay pot remaining.

Those dust particles that once left unsightly marks on his life.

Just like that disappearing red dot on the screen.

He swept her out of his world with such ease.

Not even a trace of memory remains.

His entire attention was now focused on the purple clay stew pot in front of him.

Inside is a stew of top-grade Indonesian golden bird's nest.

The red swallow strands unfurled and tumbled in the clear rock sugar water.

It has a light, sweet, viscous, and slightly gelatinous aroma.

This is a delicate task that requires simmering over low heat for three hours.

Besides controlling the heat, the person making the soup needs even more patience.

In this kitchen, Chen Yuan had no shortage of patience for the woman upstairs.

A soft, deliberately light footstep echoed down the corridor.

Plop, plop.

It felt like walking on cotton.

Chen Yuan did not turn around, but a warm ripple involuntarily appeared in his deep black eyes.

That sweet and refreshing peach scent of the shower gel.

It had already crept into his nostrils before the sound of footsteps.

next second.

A petite figure approached from behind.

Two slender, fair arms passed through his waist.

It wrapped around his lean waist without leaving any gaps.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a fluffy pink pajama set, with her head covering still on.

The fluffy rabbit ears drooped softly on her shoulders.

She pressed her cheek against Chen Yuan's broad back like a clingy ghost.

With her eyes closed, she greedily inhaled the comforting, cool scent of soap emanating from him.

"woke up?"

Chen Yuan's voice was deep and hoarse, and the vibrations in his chest traveled through their skin to Shen Wanzhou's face.

It carried a languid air of someone just woken up and a unique indulgence.

"Um……"

Shen Wanzhou uttered a soft, monosyllabic sound from her nose.

She unconsciously intertwined her hands on his stomach, wrinkling the apron straps.

"I smell something delicious, and I'm hungry."

She closed her eyes and gently rubbed her cheek against Chen Yuan's pajamas.

It looks like a Persian cat that has just woken up and is begging its owner for canned food.

That attitude of shedding all the pretense of a chaebol and relying on one person wholeheartedly.

Chen Yuan paused slightly in the hand holding the soup spoon.

The softest string in my heart was plucked into a mess by her unconscious rubbing.

Ever since that sensational fireworks proposal that captivated the entire city.

This socially awkward cat is becoming bolder and bolder in front of him.

They no longer hide more than two meters away as they used to.

She even learned to use this sticky method to dominate all his attention.

"Wait two more minutes."

Chen Yuan did not brush away her hands that were wrapped around his waist.

He let her hang on him like a pendant.

With his right hand, he lifted the lid of the purple clay stew pot.

The rich aroma of rock sugar bird's nest instantly filled the kitchen.

Shen Wanzhou twitched her nose, smelling the sweet aroma, and her stomach cooperated by letting out a soft rumble.

My cheeks instantly felt hot.

She buried her head even deeper into Chen Yuan's back, feeling a little embarrassed.

He tried to hide his unhealthy stomach.

A low, muffled laugh escaped Chen Yuan's throat.

He turned off the blue flame on the gas stove.

Pick up a delicate sterling silver spoon and scoop a spoonful of crystal-clear bird's nest from the stewing pot.

The deep red bird's nest strands trembled in the silver spoon, coated with a layer of glistening syrup.

"What was that on TV just now? Why did you turn it off?"

Shen Wanzhou closed her eyes and mumbled something casually.

When she went downstairs just now, she vaguely heard the sound of police cars arresting people.

Chen Yuan turned around and gently pulled her from behind him to his front.

His tall figure blocked her view of the outside world.

He trapped her completely between the kitchen counter and his chest.

Chen Yuan scooped up a spoonful of crystal-clear bird's nest with a silver spoon, blew on it, and brought it to the girl's lips behind him: "Don't look at that mess, open your mouth, ah—"