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the other side.

In the studio of Hanju TV station.

Jiang Ye concluded his one-hour exclusive live interview.

He stood up, politely shook hands with the female host, and then strode out of the television station building, surrounded by bodyguards.

After getting into the back seat of the black Rolls-Royce Phantom, Jiang Ye stretched and rubbed his slightly swollen temples.

Dealing with these media reporters can sometimes be more exhausting than crashing the financial markets.

The carriage was quiet. Jiang Ye leaned back in his leather seat, watching the city night view rushing past the window.

When he mentioned "three dishes and one soup" in the live stream, he did feel a slight ripple in his heart.

But that was merely a lament about that foolish period of the past.

He no longer felt any love for Shen Qinghan; all that remained was utter indifference and coldness.

Jiang Ye took out his phone and glanced at the time; it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

He suddenly realized that he had been busy with Xingchen Technology these past few days and it seemed like he hadn't visited Xia Yu in a long time.

Ever since Xia Yu confronted his older sister Han Qingru in the hospital corridor to protect him, Jiang Ye has developed a special, inexplicable feeling for this seemingly cold but actually warm-hearted ice queen.

"Old Lei, head to Cloud Top One."

Jiang Ye gave an instruction to Lei Heng, who was driving in front.

"Alright, boss!" Lei Heng stepped on the gas, and the Rolls-Royce smoothly merged into the traffic, heading towards the most upscale neighborhood in Hanzhou.

After half an hour.

Jiang Ye skillfully entered the password and pushed open the double doors of Xia Yu's 300-square-meter penthouse.

The main lights were not on in the house; only a dim floor lamp shone in the corner of the living room.

Jiang Ye changed into slippers and quietly walked into the living room.

The sight before him made him frown slightly.

There was Xia Yu, the usually decisive and charismatic female president of Blue Ocean Group.

She was wearing a fluffy pink pajama set and curled up on the large leather sofa like an injured kitten.

She clutched her stomach tightly with both hands, her face pale, her brows furrowed, and her forehead covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

"Xia Yu? What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Jiang Ye's heart tightened, and he quickly walked over, squatted down next to the sofa, and asked with concern.

Hearing Jiang Ye's voice, Xia Yu opened her eyes with difficulty.

When she saw that it was Jiang Ye, a hint of grievance flashed across her pale face, her lips pouted, and her voice was so weak that it sounded like a mosquito's buzz.

"So you still remember to come see me... you busy man..."

Xia Yu rolled her eyes at Jiang Ye, turned over, buried her face in the sofa cushions, and said in a muffled voice.

"My period started... my stomach hurts so badly... it feels like an excavator is working inside me..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ye suddenly realized what was going on.

Oh, it's menstrual cramps!

Seeing the usually aloof and icy queen now rolling around on the floor, tormented by her period, and pouting angrily, Jiang Ye didn't find it troublesome at all. Instead, he found it inexplicably cute and real.

"You woman, you work like a maniac, you don't even eat on time, no wonder you're not healthy."

Jiang Ye shook his head helplessly, stretched out his warm hand, and gently rubbed Xia Yu's head twice.

"You lie still and don't move. I'll go get you something to eat."

After saying that, Jiang Ye stood up, turned around and walked out of the large apartment.

Xia Yu peeked half her head out from under the cushion, watching Jiang Ye's departing figure, feeling a pang of disappointment.

This straight man, he just left like that? Couldn't he even say something like "drink more hot water"?

However, it took less than twenty minutes.

The door was pushed open again.

Jiang Ye walked in, carrying two large supermarket shopping bags and sweating profusely.

He didn't even bother to drink a sip of water before plunging headfirst into the spacious open kitchen.

Wash vegetables, cut meat, blanch, and light the fire.

Jiang Ye's movements were fluid and skillful, almost painful to watch.

Soon, the sound of bubbling soup came from the kitchen.

A rich aroma of meat mixed with the sweetness of lotus root instantly filled the entire flat, transforming the originally cold and sterile house into a warm and inviting space.

Xia Yu lay on the sofa, inhaling the enticing aroma, and the pain in her stomach seemed to lessen somewhat.

She peeked out and looked at the tall, upright figure in the kitchen.

Jiang Ye was wearing an apron, holding a soup spoon, and intently watching the heat in the casserole.

At this moment, Xia Yu's eyes were completely captivated.

This tycoon, who commands the financial market and spends billions without batting an eye, is now willingly washing his hands and cooking for her in her kitchen.

This extreme contrast is a million times more lethal than any sweet words!

An hour later.

Jiang Ye carried an exquisite white porcelain soup bowl and walked to the sofa.

"Get up and have some soup, young lady."

Jiang Ye placed the soup bowl on the coffee table, reached out and helped Xia Yu up from the sofa, and even placed a soft cushion behind her back.

In the bowl are tender, fall-off-the-bone pork ribs and soft, stringy lotus root. The broth is an enticing milky white, with a few bright green scallions floating on top.

"Drink it while it's hot. I added red dates and goji berries, which are specially for replenishing your qi and blood."

Jiang Ye picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it gently, and then brought it to Xia Yu's lips.

Looking into Jiang Ye's incredibly gentle eyes, Xia Yu's eyes suddenly felt warm.

She obediently opened her mouth and drank the soup.

The delicious and rich broth flowed down my throat and into my stomach, and a warm current instantly spread throughout my entire body.

The pain in my abdomen miraculously subsided considerably.

"Is it good?" Jiang Ye asked with a smile.

"Hmm... it'll do alright, I guess."

Although Xia Yu remained arrogant, her actions betrayed her true feelings. She snatched the spoon from Jiang Ye's hand and began to drink it in large gulps.

After finishing a bowl of hot lotus root and pork rib soup, Xia Yu's complexion finally regained some color, and her mood visibly improved.

She leaned back lazily on the sofa like a well-fed kitten, a satisfied smile on her lips.

Jiang Ye sat beside Xia Yu, looking at her completely unguarded appearance, and a strong feeling of excitement suddenly welled up in his heart.

He felt the warmth of everyday life that he hadn't experienced in a long time.

This feeling is very reassuring and comforting.

Jiang Ye couldn't help but think of his eldest sister, Han Qingru.

His eldest sister showed him unconditional favoritism and protectiveness; it was kinship, gratitude, and she was the most indispensable relative in his life.

If Han Qingru will always be the older sister who loves and cares for him.

So, perhaps the person who can accompany him through this life, who can fight alongside him in the business world, and who can share the warmth of everyday life with him in the kitchen.

This is Xia Yu, who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside.