After the divorce, he went on a motorcycle trip, and his ex-wife and daughter were filled with regre

Since we can't go out, we'll just have to eat breakfast at home.

Jiang Ye turned and walked towards the villa's open-plan, luxurious kitchen.

The kitchen was larger than the living room in his Donghu apartment, with a huge marble island in the center, and all kinds of imported kitchen utensils, including top-of-the-line ovens, microwaves, and dishwashers.

Jiang Ye walked up to the double-door Siemens refrigerator and opened the door with anticipation.

"Holy crap..."

After seeing what was inside the refrigerator, Jiang Ye couldn't help but swear.

This refrigerator is so big, but it's completely empty!

In the refrigerator, besides two bottles of Evian mineral water, there were several boxes of SK-II hydrating masks and a jade roller for massaging the face.

The freezer compartment is cleaner; there isn't even a piece of ice.

Jiang Ye was not giving up, so he opened all the kitchen cabinets again.

There was no rice, no noodles, no eggs, not even a single pack of the cheapest instant noodles!

The gas switch on the stove still had its protective film on, and the cookware was so new it could be used as a mirror. Clearly, this kitchen had never been used since it was renovated.

"Did this woman grow up drinking dew?"

Jiang Ye closed the cabinet door silently.

He took out his phone, opened a pornographic app, and prepared to hire a prostitute.

Then I realized the door was locked, so even if I ordered takeout, I couldn't get in.

Jiang Ye sighed. He couldn't even leave the villa now, let alone pick up food at the entrance of the residential complex.

He then pulled up Xia Yu's WeChat and sent her a message: "Mr. Xia, the door won't open, I'm hungry."

The message was sent but disappeared without a trace; half an hour passed without any reply.

Jiang Ye made a voice call directly.

"Beep—Beep—Sorry, the number you dialed is busy..."

The call was immediately disconnected.

"Good grief, they're determined to starve me for a whole day."

Jiang Ye tossed his phone onto the sofa, picked up the only bottle of mineral water in the refrigerator, unscrewed it, and took a big gulp.

They come, the security.

Jiang Ye simply lay down on the sofa in the living room, turned on the TV, and randomly picked a movie to watch.

At first, Jiang Ye didn't feel anything was wrong. But as time went by, around noon, the emptiness in his stomach began to grow stronger and stronger.

He was a tall, robust adult man, about 1.85 meters, who naturally had high energy expenditure. He hadn't eaten enough last night and hadn't had a drop of water today; the hunger felt like a tiny brush constantly scraping against the walls of his stomach.

To distract himself, Jiang Ye did push-ups and sit-ups in the villa.

As a result, the more you exercise, the hungrier you get.

By three or four in the afternoon, Jiang Ye was so hungry he was feeling dizzy and lightheaded. He lay on the sofa, watching a food documentary on TV. The sizzling grilled meat and steaming hot pot on the screen were a double torture for his mind and body.

Jiang Ye's initial amusement gradually faded as his hunger intensified, replaced by a slowly rising anger.

Joking is joking, and throwing a tantrum is throwing a tantrum.

Locking a grown person in a room and not giving them a meal, starving them for an entire day, is indeed going too far.

Time ticked by, second by second.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the villa was shrouded in gloom as the lights were not turned on.

It's 6:30 p.m.

"Beep beep - click."

The sound of the door being unlocked finally came from the gate.

Immediately afterwards, the door was pushed open, and Xia Yu walked in wearing a smart business suit, carrying an exquisite Japanese food takeout box, and wearing high heels.

She casually turned on the living room light.

The glaring lights came on, and Xia Yu immediately spotted Jiang Ye, who was slumped on the sofa with a dark complexion.

Xia Yu changed into slippers, walked to the coffee table, and placed the enticingly fragrant Japanese food box on the table.

She looked down at Jiang Ye, a mocking and smug smirk playing on her lips.

"Oh, you're awake?"

Xia Yu crossed his arms, his tone full of teasing: "How was it? How was it being the gatekeeper of my villa for a day? Was my bed comfortable?"

Jiang Ye slowly sat up from the sofa.

His gaze fell on the Japanese food box on the coffee table. Under the transparent lid, there were exquisite salmon sashimi, Wagyu beef sushi, and tempura.

However, it is only enough for one person.

"You did this on purpose?" Jiang Ye raised his head, his eyes calm yet frighteningly so, as he looked at Xia Yu.

"So what if it is?"

Xia Yu said calmly, "Jiang Ye, I'm teaching you some manners. Don't think that just because you signed that stupid agreement, you can act recklessly and do whatever you want in front of me!"

"You barged into my room and took over my bed in the middle of the night last night. This is the price you pay for overstepping your boundaries! I'm going to teach you a lesson and show you who the real owner is in this place!"

Xia Yu snorted and reached for the Japanese food box on the table: "Hungry? Too bad, I only bought one for myself. If you're really starving, there's tap water in the kitchen; you can go drink your fill."

"Snapped!"

Before Xia Yu's hand could even touch the Japanese food box, Jiang Ye suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Jiang Ye was very strong, and his grip on Xia Yu's wrist made her wrist bones ache.

"What are you doing?! Let go!" Xia Yu frowned and struggled hard, but found that she couldn't break free at all.

Jiang Ye slowly stood up.

He was a head taller than Xia Yu, and looking down at her from above, his usual lazy and casual aura had vanished, replaced by a chilling and oppressive presence.

"Xia Yu, do you think that just because you have a few stinking bucks and are some lousy CEO, you can trample on other people's dignity at will?"

Jiang Ye's voice was low and deep, each word sounding like it was squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with suppressed anger.

"I went into your room last night and took your bed. If you're unhappy, you can yell at me, hit me, or even kick me out. I won't say a word."

"But you locked me in the house, cut off my water and food, starved me for a whole day, and then came back with food to swagger and mock me in front of me."

"You think this is teaching me manners? You think this is funny?"

Xia Yu felt a chill run down her spine under Jiang Ye's terrifying gaze.

In all her life, no man had ever dared to speak to her in such a tone. At the company, she was the undisputed queen; outside, men would fawn over her and flatter her.

Jiang Ye's questioning not only failed to make her reflect on her actions, but instead stirred up the arrogance in her bones.

"I just thought it was fun, so what?!"

Xia Yu, enduring the pain in her wrist, raised her head and met Jiang Ye's gaze without flinching: "You're nothing but a tool I hired for 20,000 yuan a month! What right do you have to talk to me about dignity?!"

"Since you took my money, you have to put up with my temper! So what if I locked you in the house? So what if I starved you for a day? You asked for this!"