Unparalleled medical and martial arts skills, saving the CEO's fiancée at the start.

It was already 10:30 p.m. when Ye Chen and the others returned to the villa.

Ye Chen parked the car and turned off the engine. He saw Jiang Ruoxi lying on the side with her eyes closed in the driver's seat. She had actually fallen asleep.

Jiang Ruoxi has been very tired lately, dealing with so many things on her own, the pressure is too much.

Ye Chen deliberately didn't rush to wake Jiang Ruoxi. He rested his elbow on the steering wheel and quietly watched her for a while.

Jiang Ruoxi's eyelashes were long and slightly curled, and her lips were tightly closed. She looked so much gentler when she was asleep than when she was awake.

The female CEO, who is usually aloof and cold, is surprisingly gentle and charming when she is asleep.

Ye Chen couldn't help but take a few more glances.

When this woman is awake, she is like a drawn sword, sharp and unyielding, and no one can get close to her.

But once she falls asleep, all those sharp edges disappear, and she becomes like an ordinary girl, quiet and gentle, making you want to protect her.

It's been almost a month since Ye Chen came down the mountain.

In just one month, he helped Jiang Ruoxi fend off three waves of assassins, cured her of the Corrosive Heart Powder, exposed the mole within the company, stabilized a key project, and at the same time offended the two local tyrants, Ma Wu and the Zhou family.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have been overwhelmed by so many things, but Jiang Ruoxi didn't utter a single word. She went to meetings and negotiations as needed, and didn't even make a phone call to her grandfather to complain.

In Ye Chen's view, Jiang Ruoxi wasn't fearless; she was just used to enduring it head-on.

Ye Chen suddenly remembered that Jiang Ruoxi had once told him that her parents died early and she learned to be independent at a very young age.

Now that Grandpa is old, Uncle is unreliable, and Aunt has married out, the huge Jiang Group rests heavily on the shoulders of a young woman in her early twenties. You can imagine the pressure she faces.

"Ugh, this woman is just like my unreliable master. She takes on everything herself, doesn't she worry about bending her back..."

Ye Chen muttered something to himself, followed by a long sigh.

He unbuckled his seatbelt, quietly got out of the car, went around to the passenger side, opened the car door, bent down, put one hand under Jiang Ruoxi's knees, and supported her back with the other, carefully lifting Jiang Ruoxi from the seat.

Jiang Ruoxi is quite heavy even without drinking, Ye Chen kept complaining.

Jiang Ruoxi hummed softly in her sleep, instinctively nuzzling her head against Ye Chen's chest to find a more comfortable position, and then drifted off to sleep again.

Ye Chen glanced down at her, wondering what was wrong with this woman.

I remember last time in the forest park, when Ye Chen hugged her, this woman kicked and hit him, as if she wanted to devour him alive.

This time, she's asleep and completely unguarded, like a little kitten, letting him hold her however he wants. If she were to encounter a bad person, who knows what might happen?

Ye Chen gently closed the car door with his toes, carried Jiang Ruoxi into the villa, and walked very lightly and steadily upstairs, afraid of waking her up.

Once inside the bedroom, he gently placed Jiang Ruoxi on the bed, took off her high heels, pulled the blanket over her, and tidied the room before leaving.

Jiang Ruoxi turned over, buried half her face in the pillow, and mumbled something indistinctly.

Ye Chen pricked up his ears and listened carefully. It sounded like: "Ye Chen, you bastard."

Ye Chen shook his head, both amused and exasperated. This woman was cursing him in her dreams; he wondered what bad things she was dreaming about him doing.

He stood by the bed for a while, making sure she was sound asleep, before quietly slipping out and leaving the door slightly ajar.

Back in his room, Ye Chen took a shower, lay on the bed, and stared at the ceiling for a while.

Today at the Jiang family's old house, the old man's words kept echoing in his mind; there was a profound meaning in the old man's words.

Who exactly is the ancient martial arts force behind the Zhou family? The power to elevate an insignificant family to a first-rate family in Jiangcheng overnight more than twenty years ago is something that ordinary ancient martial arts sects could never possess.

It's either the work of a reclusive sect or a top-ranking behemoth among ancient martial arts families.

Neither of them are easy to deal with.

Also, was it really just a coincidence that Zhou Tianhao appeared near the old man's house in the middle of the night?

Ye Chen turned over, put the pillow under his head, and soon began to snore.

Ye Chen refused to accept his fate. In his mind, there were not that many coincidences in the world; all coincidences were carefully arranged scripts.

But it doesn't matter, we'll deal with whatever comes our way.

No matter who stands behind the Zhou family, if they dare to touch a single hair on Jiang Ruoxi's head, he dares to tear a hole in the entire Jiangcheng.

The next morning, Ye Chen got up early as usual, and made two bowls of tomato and egg noodles, one for Jiang Ruoxi and one for himself.

Today, he added an extra medicinal herb to the noodles: a calming herb he brought down from the mountain. He boiled it into a juice and mixed it into the noodle soup. It has a light, refreshing aroma and is said to have a remarkable effect on calming the mind and stabilizing the spirit.

Just as the noodles were placed on the table, the sound of slippers came from the stairs.

Jiang Ruoxi came down wearing a light blue loungewear dress, her hair casually tied in a low ponytail, and her face still looking sleepy.

"Good morning, honey! The noodles are fresh out of the pot, eat them while they're hot."

Jiang Ruoxi sat down at the dining table, picked up her chopsticks, took a noodle, put it in her mouth, chewed it, and suddenly frowned.

"The noodles don't taste right today."

"Something's not right? What's wrong?"

"It has a fresher scent than before, what did you put in it?"

Jiang Ruoxi took another bite, savoring it carefully, her eyes fixed on Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's heart skipped a beat. This woman's sense of taste was too sharp! The taste of the Mind-Concentrating Grass was so faint that ordinary people couldn't taste it at all, but she tasted it in one bite.

"I didn't put anything special in it, just normal seasonings..." Ye Chen chuckled, looking down at his bowl of noodles, not daring to look her in the eye.

After finishing her bowl of noodles, she put down her chopsticks, took out a tissue to wipe her mouth, and suddenly said something that almost made Ye Chen spit out the noodle soup.

"Did you hug me again last night?"

Ye Chen choked and coughed several times. He patted his chest to catch his breath, then looked up at her with an innocent expression: "Wife, what are you saying? Do you think I'm the kind of person who takes advantage of others in their vulnerable state?"

"You hugged me when I was drunk last time, and you're still trying to deny it?" Jiang Ruoxi crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair, as if she were interrogating Ye Chen.

"That's because the situation was special... If you're drunk and I don't carry you, am I supposed to let you sleep in the car?"

Ye Chen retorted confidently, but his heart was pounding. Was this woman going to bring up old grievances again?

Jiang Ruoxi snorted and stood up to clear the dishes.

Ye Chen quickly snatched it away, saying, "Let me do it, let me do it, you can rest, honey."

The television was broadcasting the city's important morning news: "Last night, a vicious assault occurred in our city. It is reported that the victim is Li Mingyuan, the son of Li Chengwen, chairman of Wansheng Group. He is currently receiving treatment at the Municipal People's Hospital, and the police have launched an investigation..."

Ye Chen paused for a moment while washing the dishes.

Li Mingyuan? Li Chengwen's son?