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It was evening.

Donghu Apartment.

Jiang Ye had just finished showering and changed into loose loungewear, and was about to order takeout on his phone.

The doorbell rang suddenly.

"Knock knock knock".

Jiang Ye dried his hair and went to open the door.

Jiang Ye was taken aback by the person standing outside the door.

It was summer rain.

But she didn't wear that cold and stiff haute couture business suit.

Instead, she changed into a soft, loose beige knitted loungewear set, her long hair casually pinned up with a shark clip, and wearing a pair of white flat shoes.

Having shed her CEO persona, Xia Yu now looks like a gentle, homely woman next door.

What surprised Jiang Ye even more was that she was carrying several plastic bags from a fresh food supermarket, each one stuffed full.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and help me lift it, it's choking me!" Xia Yu gave him a playful glare.

Jiang Ye quickly took the bag and welcomed her into the house.

"Didn't you have an important social engagement tonight that you couldn't refuse? Why are you here?" Jiang Ye asked, looking through the ingredients in the bag.

Xia Yu changed into slippers and awkwardly tucked a stray hair behind her ear.

"I canceled it. I just suddenly wanted to eat home-cooked food."

Actually, it was Jiang Ye's tolerance and concession that morning that made Xia Yu feel deeply moved and guilty.

This typical workaholic, for the first time ever, turned down a dinner party involving a multi-million dollar contract and went to the supermarket to buy groceries himself, just to make up for the guilt he felt.

Jiang Ye looked at the ribs, tomatoes, and live shrimp in the bag, and couldn't help but grin wildly.

He didn't expose Xia Yu's little bit of arrogance, tied on an apron, and strode into the open kitchen.

"Go sit on the sofa and watch TV for a while. Dinner will be ready soon."

Jiang Ye skillfully washed the vegetables, cut the meat, and heated the oil in the wok.

Soon, the sizzling sound of stir-frying vegetables filled the kitchen.

Xia Yu did not go to the living room.

She walked to the kitchen doorway, crossed her arms, and leaned quietly against the doorframe.

Watching this tall, wealthy man, wearing an apron, skillfully busy himself for her amidst the aroma of scallions, ginger, and garlic.

A broad back, a focused profile.

All of this felt incredibly real to Xia Yu.

Here, there are no financial statements worth billions, no ruthless business battles of deceit and treachery, and no hypocritical socializing.

The only sounds were the chopping of vegetables on the cutting board and the bubbling steam from the pot.

As Xia Yu watched, her eyes welled up with tears.

In less than an hour, a simple four-dish meal with soup was served.

Sweet and sour pork ribs, boiled shrimp, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a light vegetable soup.

The two sat facing each other at the dining table.

Jiang Ye placed a piece of pork rib in Xia Yu's bowl: "Try it, and see if my cooking skills have deteriorated."

Xia Yu took a bite, and the sweet and sour meat juice burst in her mouth.

"tasty."

She lowered her head and ate her rice in big mouthfuls, but tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably.

In this not-so-spacious apartment, we ate this most ordinary home-cooked meal.

For the first time, Xia Yu truly felt a strong sense of security from this man.

. . .

After dinner, the night gradually deepened.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of Donghu Apartment, the neon lights of Hanju City merge into a dazzling sea of ​​light.

Jiang Ye poured two glasses of red wine and handed one to Xia Yu. The two sat side by side on the carpet in front of the French windows, looking at the night view outside.

The main lights in the room were not on; only a dim floor lamp emitted a warm glow.

The speakers were playing deep, soothing jazz music.

"Cheers." Jiang Ye held up his wine glass and lightly clinked it against Xia Yu's.

The glass made a crisp "ding" sound.

Xia Yu tilted her head back and took a big gulp of red wine. The slightly intoxicating alcohol quickly spread through her bloodstream, giving her cheeks two charming blushes.

The usually ruthless and aloof female CEO of Blue Ocean, who was decisive and cold at the conference table, completely let down her guard and burdens at this moment.

She turned her head, her large, watery eyes staring intently at Jiang Ye.

Her eyes held a mixture of the grievances accumulated during the past few days of cold war, the gratitude she felt for Jiang Ye's concession today, and the strong attachment that had grown in this warm atmosphere.

"Eno."

Xia Yu called out softly, her voice carrying a tenderness she would never normally display.

Before Jiang Ye could respond, Xia Yu suddenly put down her wine glass and pounced on him.

She stretched out her fair arms and took the initiative to wrap them around Jiang Ye's neck, pressing her burning cheeks close to his.

The next second, she tilted her head back and gave him an awkward but incredibly passionate kiss.

Jiang Ye was stunned for half a second.

Feeling the woman's amazing tenderness and passion in his arms, the suppressed evil fire in Jiang Ye's heart was ignited in an instant!

He grabbed Xia Yu's slender waist, taking the initiative and deepening the kiss.

"Well……"

Xia Yu let out a soft moan, her hands involuntarily gripping Jiang Ye's collar tightly.

Dry wood ignites a raging fire, and it spreads like wildfire in an instant!

That night, the two put all their business differences and ideological disputes to the back of their minds.

From the large leather sofa, the journey led all the way to the soft, large bed in the bedroom.

They held nothing back, freely expressing their desire for each other.

Xia Yu moaned and writhed beneath Jiang Ye, her long hair scattered on the snow-white pillow, her forehead covered with fine beads of sweat.

She shed all her coldness and hardness, revealing a charm and madness that only Jiang Ye could see.

The night wind outside the window rattled against the glass, but the temperature inside the bedroom kept rising.

This passionate and intense lovemaking didn't gradually subside until late into the night.

……

early morning.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled patterns of light on the floor.

Jiang Ye slowly opened his eyes.

I felt completely relaxed, all the fatigue swept away by last night's frenzy.

He lowered his head and looked at his chest.

Xia Yu was sleeping soundly, her head resting on his arm, curled up on his chest like a docile kitten.

Her long eyelashes cast a shadow beneath her eyelids, and her breathing was steady and gentle. Her usually taut and delicate face now appeared incredibly serene and relaxed.

Jiang Ye reached out his finger and very gently tucked a stray strand of hair that had fallen across her cheek behind her ear.

Looking at the sleeping woman in his arms, Jiang Ye felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

This sense of satisfaction is completely different from making billions in the financial market.

That was a sense of security that filled the emptiness deep within my soul.

Jiang Ye suddenly felt...

During the day, they fight their own battles in the business world, evenly matched, but at night, they return home to this warm companionship and the everyday warmth of family life.

Perhaps this is the perfect ending to his life that he has been searching for all along.

After the relationship completely thawed.

The two entered a sweet and inseparable period of daily life.

Jiang Ye no longer concealed his concern and favoritism towards Xia Yu.

. . . .