Third Master, please restrain yourself. Our marriage is a marriage of convenience.

The man's fingers gently traced the girl's fair and smooth face. The light was dim, and he couldn't see Pei Jinhe's face clearly with his eyes, but her face became clearer and clearer in his mind.

The warmth in his stomach reminded him of what had just happened.

His stomach problems are a consequence of being hungry for too long when he was a child. In the past, when his stomach problems flared up, he would just take medicine and grit his teeth and endure it.

But today, someone bought him medicine and took good care of him.

His heart, which had been riddled with holes, seemed to be stitched back together little by little, a bittersweet happiness mingling with its pain.

...

When Pei Jinhe opened her eyes, what came into view was a man's broad and sturdy chest.

She paused for a moment, then slowly moved her gaze upwards.

The man's face was strikingly handsome, with fair and delicate skin, a high nose bridge, and usually cold and deep phoenix eyes that were closed, with thick and long eyelashes pressing down in layers.

Pei Jinhe's pupils widened inch by inch.

How did she end up sleeping in Shen Huaiyu's arms?!

The man's cool, refreshing sandalwood scent filled her breath, and her nostrils were filled with his aroma.

It carried a subtle sense of familiarity.

Pei Jinhe's face turned completely red. She held her breath and carefully moved her body backward, slowly getting out of Shen Huaiyu's arms, afraid of waking him.

She reached out and touched her phone on the bedside table.

When I opened it, it was not yet 6:30.

Pei Jinhe tiptoed out of bed, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.

They'd been sharing a bed for almost a month now, and she didn't know if this was the first time she'd slept in Shen Huaiyu's arms, or if she slept in his arms every night.

She only woke up earlier than Shen Huaiyu today. If she slept in Shen Huaiyu's arms every day, wouldn't he have known long ago?

The thought of this possibility made Pei Jinhe so embarrassed that she could dig two bedrooms and a living room out of her toes.

She went into the bathroom, looked at her flushed cheeks in the mirror, turned on the tap, and splashed a handful of cold water on her face.

The burning sensation on my face finally subsided a little.

After washing up, it was still early, and since she couldn't fall asleep, she went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

I had some leftover yams from yesterday, so I cooked another pot of yam porridge.

When Aunt Wang got up to make breakfast, she saw Pei Jinhe busy in the kitchen and asked in surprise, "Young Madam, why are you up so early?"

Pei Jinhe was skillfully making egg pancakes in a frying pan: "I went to bed early yesterday, and after waking up I couldn't fall back asleep, so I just made breakfast."

Shen Huaiyu took his medicine and, unusually, woke up late today. When he got up, Pei Jinhe was sitting at the dining table making soup dumplings.

Upon seeing Shen Huaiyu, she mumbled, "Good morning."

"Good morning." Shen Huaiyu pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down.

He picked up his chopsticks, casually grabbed an egg pancake, and took a bite. His hand paused slightly as he looked up at Pei Jinhe: "Did you make this?"

Pei Jinhe raised an eyebrow: "Your sense of taste is quite sensitive."

Of the breakfast items on this table, only the porridge and egg pancakes were made by her; the rest were made by Aunt Wang.

A hint of gentle light flickered in Shen Huaiyu's cool eyes, and his Adam's apple bobbed: "Did you get up especially to make this for me?"

Pei Jinhe bit her chopsticks: "You could say that."

When making egg pancakes, I deliberately made them with less oil and a lighter flavor.

Shen Huaiyu's eyes trembled, like shattered starlight, shimmering with a faint light.

The desolate heart seemed to be irrigated by rain, sprouting new buds and vitality.

The deafening sound of his heartbeat was clear and loud. At that moment, his whole heart felt as if it were being immersed in boiling water, making his heart tremble.

Pei Jinhe noticed that he was staring at her and asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

It can't be too awful, can it?

Shen Huaiyu composed himself, his voice softening with warmth: "It's delicious."

Pei Jinhe instructed, "Since it's delicious, eat more. Remember to eat on time in the future."

Shen Huaiyu smiled slightly: "Okay, whatever you say."

"Does your stomach still hurt?" Pei Jinhe asked.

Shen Huaiyu: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Pei Jinhe sipped her porridge: "Eat less spicy food and more light food these next few days."

Shen Huaiyu obediently nodded: "Understood."

Number One popped up again to make his presence known: "Master, you spoil your husband so much."

Pei Jinhe: "..."

Speechless.

Number One then said to Shen Huaiyu, "Second Director, it's truly your blessing to marry the master. You must treat the master well in the future, or I will take the master away from you."

Pei Jinhe was speechless again.

Does a robot understand love and affection?

The next second, the man's deep voice entered her ears: "I will."

Pei Jinhe's hand, which was gripping the chopsticks, suddenly tightened.

Does he know what he's saying?

They had a marriage of convenience.

We're getting a divorce in a year.

The ripples in Pei Jinhe's heart were smoothed out without leaving a trace.

Shen Huaiyu said that to fool Number One.

……

research room.

Pei Jinhe sat in front of the computer, typing away rapidly. The dense lines of code on the screen were dazzling to behold.

Wen Nianshu leaned closer and asked curiously, "Team Leader Pei, what are you doing?"

Pei Jinhe's hands didn't stop moving: "Updating the smart medical butler system, the chip should also be upgraded again."

Wen Nianshu volunteered, "Then I'll help you."

Pei Jinhe glanced at the glasses on her face and said, "Okay."

Seeing this, Hu Zhiyuan sighed with regret: "I also wanted to help the team leader, maybe I could learn something from him."

Gao Xin shrugged: "But you're not as fast as them, so you'll have to wait until next time."

After spending this time together, they were both completely won over by Pei Jinhe.

They also learned a lot from Pei Jinhe. Pei Jinhe would just give them a few pointers, and they would feel enlightened.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to become Dean He Bing's personal disciple in his early twenties. Pei Jinhe's current level is something they might not be able to reach even in ten more years.

Genius is merely the threshold to meeting Pei Jinhe.

After a busy morning, the robot lived up to expectations, and everything went smoothly.

Han Wanying poured a glass of water and stood next to Pei Jinhe: "Jinhe, I heard that President Shen got married?"

Pei Jinhe stiffened, and tactically took a sip of water: "Who told you that?"

Did this news spread so quickly?

Han Wanying said, "My mom heard it from a group of her girlfriends when she was having afternoon tea yesterday."

Pei Jinhe's heart leaped into her throat: "Did they say who the marriage partner is?"

"No." Han Wanying sighed regretfully, "I don't know which girl is so unlucky to have to marry Master Shen, that living devil."

Poor Pei Jinhe herself: "..."

In Han Wanying's eyes, was she really that miserable?