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

This night was destined to be a sleepless one.

Jiang Ye seemed to want to unleash all the desires that had been building up over this period of time.

After two rounds of exercise, Xia Yu thought she could finally rest. Just as she closed her eyes, Jiang Ye turned her over again.

"You... are you ever going to stop...?" Xia Yu didn't even have the strength to speak, her voice trembling with tears.

"Having taken your 20,000 yuan salary, I have to do my job to serve my employer well, right?" Jiang Ye grinned mischievously and pressed his lips against hers again.

It took all night, the whole night to sort it out.

The noise in the bedroom finally subsided as the sky outside the window began to lighten and the first rays of dawn illuminated the city.

Xia Yu felt sore all over, as if her body was falling apart, and she didn't want to move a single finger. Like a lazy kitten, she curled up tightly in Jiang Ye's arms, listening to his strong heartbeat, and closed her eyes drowsily.

Before falling into a deep sleep, Xia Yu had one last thought.

That bastard's stamina is really worth every penny...

Then, with a relieved smile on her lips that she herself didn't even realize, she fell into a deep sleep.

......

Xia Yu slept more soundly than ever before.

When she opened her eyes again, the glaring sunlight was already shining directly onto the bed through the gap in the curtains.

Xia Yu stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, somewhat bewildered.

She reached for her phone on the bedside table, turned on the screen, and took a look.

12:30 PM.

Just as she was in a daze, the bedroom door was pushed open.

Jiang Ye walked in, looking refreshed, wearing his gray pajamas. His hair was half-dry, indicating that he had gotten up and washed up earlier. Looking at Xia Yu, who was wrapped in a blanket on the bed with messy hair and a frustrated expression, he couldn't help but smile.

"Awake? Ms. Xia, you slept for quite a while." Jiang Ye walked to the bedside, looking down at her with a hint of teasing in his voice.

Xia Yu glared at him, her mind instantly flooded with the crazy and absurd scenes from last night. Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly pulled the blanket up, wrapping herself up tightly, leaving only her eyes showing.

"You're still laughing! It's all your fault!" Xia Yu muttered irritably.

"Why blame me? If our agreement remains in effect, I'm just doing my job for the money." Jiang Ye spread his hands innocently.

"Shut up!" Xia Yu grabbed a pillow in embarrassment and anger and threw it at him.

Jiang Ye easily caught the pillow and casually tossed it aside.

at this time,

"Gurgle—"

A discordant sound broke the silence of the bedroom.

Xia Yu froze, and a blush rose on her face.

From noon yesterday until now, apart from drinking those three deadly glasses of baijiu at the banquet, she hasn't eaten anything. Plus, she went through such strenuous exercise last night, so her stomach is completely empty and is now protesting madly.

Jiang Ye looked at her embarrassed expression, as if she wanted to disappear into a crack in the ground, and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Are you hungry?

Xia Yu bit her lip, then nodded with a forced smile, "Um...maybe. Let's order takeout!"

"What takeout do you want?" Jiang Ye turned and walked out. "Takeout isn't hygienic; they just use pre-packaged meals. You lie here and rest for a while; I'll go get something to eat."

Xia Yu was stunned for a moment, watching Jiang Ye's back as he walked out of the bedroom, somewhat unable to react.

Is he going to cook?

The founder of Kunlun Capital, a top tycoon with hundreds of billions of yuan in his hands, actually had to cook for her himself?

Xia Yu stayed in bed for another half hour, but finally couldn't resist the protests from her stomach and forced herself to get up despite the aches and pains.

She randomly picked a large white shirt from the closet and put it on, the hem of the shirt just covering her thighs. Barefoot on the carpet, she slowly walked out of the bedroom.

As soon as I stepped into the living room, a rich aroma of food wafted towards me.

Xia Yu followed the aroma to the bar counter in the open kitchen and peeked inside.

Jiang Ye was standing in front of the kitchen counter, holding a cleaver, skillfully slicing the beef on the cutting board. His knife skills were excellent; the beef slices he made were evenly thin, almost in one smooth motion.

On the stove next to it, a clay pot was bubbling away, simmering pork rib and corn soup, and the aroma was coming from there.

In another wok, hot oil was bubbling. Jiang Ye poured in the chopped beef, skillfully tossed the wok a few times, and flames instantly leaped up. Accompanied by a sizzling sound, the rich aroma of meat instantly filled the entire kitchen.

Xia Yu was stunned.

She had always assumed that a business tycoon like Jiang Ye would frequent high-end restaurants and eat dishes prepared by Michelin-starred chefs. Even at home, he would have a personal nanny and chef to serve him.

But now, watching him in his pajamas, skillfully chopping vegetables and tossing the wok in the kitchen filled with the smell of cooking oil, Xia Yu suddenly felt an extremely complicated emotion.

In less than half an hour, Jiang Ye quickly came out with the plate.

"Go wash your hands and get ready to eat." Jiang Ye used his foot to push back the chair in the dining room and placed the dishes on the table.

On the table were three dishes and a soup: a plate of bright red scrambled eggs with tomatoes, a plate of fragrant stir-fried beef with green peppers, a plate of stir-fried lettuce with garlic, and a pot of rich, milky white pork rib and corn soup in the middle.

All of them are the most ordinary home-style dishes, but they look excellent and make your mouth water just looking at them.

Jiang Ye served Xia Yu a bowl of rice and a bowl of soup, saying, "Drink some soup first to warm your stomach. You drank so much liquor yesterday, your stomach must be upset."

Xia Yu took the soup bowl, scooped up a spoonful, and put it in her mouth.

The aroma of the pork ribs and the sweetness of the corn blended perfectly together. The broth was rich but not greasy. It slid down my throat and into my stomach, instantly dispelling the slight throbbing pain and warming my whole body.

"Delicious!" Xia Yu's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but praise it.

She picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of beef, and put it in her mouth. The beef was tender and flavorful, cooked to perfection. The scrambled eggs with tomatoes were also sweet and sour, making it an excellent accompaniment to rice.

Xia Yu originally wanted to maintain her composure as a female CEO, but faced with this table of delicious home-cooked dishes, and because she was really hungry, she completely abandoned her image management and began to eat heartily.

Jiang Ye ate his meal while watching Xia Yu.

Looking at her eyes slightly narrowed as she ate the delicious food, and at her cheeks puffed out like a little squirrel, Jiang Ye suddenly felt a sense of peace.

He hadn't experienced this kind of vibrant, down-to-earth life in a long time.

Two people, a table, a few simple home-cooked dishes. There was no exchange of benefits, no pretense, only the purest companionship and warmth.

This is the life he has always longed for.

However, after marrying Shen Qinghan, this kind of life has always been a luxury.

Now that I'm with Xia Yu, I'm pregnant.

This feeling was even more reassuring than when he had secured an investment worth tens of billions.