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Han Qizheng made breakfast in the hot pot in the kitchen. She counted seven or eight different types of snacks, not many in any category. There were two or three of them, and each type of porridge had a small bowl as well.

To be honest, when Han Rui said yesterday that he was recruiting for the hour shift, she dared to agree. If she was asked to cook, she really wouldn't be able to do it; in these ten years, not to mention cooking, the number of dishes she had eaten could be counted on one hand. She would always be the cheapest cabbage, potatoes, and big radishes. If he were to let her cook, it would be better to let her die.

She casually brought out a bowl of millet porridge and took a sip. A fragrant and sticky flavor spread between her tongue. A simple bowl of rice porridge actually gave off a feeling that made one unable to stop themselves from eating it.

The snacks and side dishes were all very tasty. After ten years of tempering her appetite, she had eaten more than half of the food in the pot. She was so used to eating in the pot that she had long forgotten what reserve was.

She didn't have the key to her home, so it wouldn't be convenient for her to go out. She wanted to pick up the house, but since there was no one at home and she couldn't go in and out of the other houses, it would be awkward if she found any privacy.

He said he had nothing to do with television, but the TV was different from what it had been ten years ago. It was big and thin, and she had been studying it for a long time.

Fortunately, there was another thing in the world called the remote control. This thing was similar to what it was ten years ago, so she could still turn on the TV. From the prison, she could occasionally see television, but that was all the old color TV from ten years ago. She had no idea how many times she had repaired it, but she was used to seeing such a bright color TV and could not get used to it.

The prison television was filled with news and legal education programs. The beautiful scenes from those Korean dramas captivated her. She never knew that women could be so beautiful, and men could be so gentle and considerate.

Unknowingly, he had been watching for an entire afternoon. His eyes were tired, and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. He was still holding the remote control in his hand and had fallen asleep.

In the evening, Han Rui, who had never left work before 5 pm, left the company for the first time since 4: 30 pm. This was the first time he worked for the company since ten years, because he knew that from today on, there would be a woman waiting for him at home.

He placed the shopping bag he was carrying on the counter. He went in to look for her, and when his gaze landed on the sofa in the living room, a smile appeared on his face. The television was still on, but he fell asleep with a faint smile on his lips.

He couldn't bear to disturb her beautiful dream, so he took a thin blanket from the bedroom and covered her with it so that she wouldn't catch a cold. They took off their formal suits and changed into men's clothing that was basically the same style as hers. The two of them looked so harmonious, just like a newlywed couple. Deep down, they were just two people each with their own thoughts.

She still had that Yang Ziye in her heart. Even when she was crying out his name in her dreams, she seemed to have deep feelings for him. She shook her head.

After walking into the kitchen, he washed his hands to make broth. She was probably the only woman he could serve. As he slept, Xu Muyun seemed to hear the sound of his spatula colliding with vegetables. Startled, she sat up and saw the blanket he was wearing. She didn't take anything out of the bedroom, did she?

When she got up and walked out of the living room, she saw Han Rui wearing clothes that were not too different from her own. Han Rui felt like someone was staring at him. He looked up and saw her conflicted expression, he smiled at her, "I'm awake, next time when you're watching TV, carry a blanket out, or hide in your bedroom and watch, then sleep like this. What do I do when you catch a cold?"

"Mr. Han, I'm sorry, I didn't know when you would be back, so I haven't …" No matter how long Han Rui talked and how sincere he was, Xu Muyun still defined herself as asking Rui to hire her as an hour worker or a nanny.

Han Rui also expected her to say this, so he didn't argue anymore. He smiled, then continued to cook, then pointed at the dishes and bowls on the counter, "Since you insist on doing this, then in order to make up for your negligence, just take these dishes and table as your finishing today's work."

"Ah?" "Alright …" Xu Muyun was stunned, were their jobs always so simple? Change the sheets and pick up the dishes. Is that all?

Xu Muyun and Han Rui looked at each other without saying anything, and the atmosphere became a bit awkward. The previous day was still an employer's and a servant's relationship, and in one night, the two of them had a layer of intimate yet strange physical relationship. Xu Muyun could not figure out how to get along, so she was the least good at dealing with this kind of relationship.

A loud doorbell broke the awkward atmosphere. It was Han Qizheng who came with the same flustered look as before, at least Xu Muyun's impression was like this. He was also carrying two large bags, one in each hand.

Big Sis, I've come to bring you something good to eat. My big brother usually drinks coffee and that's considered a snack, so I thought he couldn't buy you anything good. So I sent it over to you.

Xu Muyun was very embarrassed when she heard his open voice. It sounded like he was bribing her, but why did that flattering expression on his face make her feel like he was being so subservient to her!

Han Rui's gaze swept across his face. He saw the evasion in Han Qizheng's eyes, and he was feeling guilty. He had been in the mall for many years and thought that he wasn't that bad of a drinker, how could he have gotten drunk yesterday? He must have done something to his own alcohol.

He got up from the chair and dragged him into the room. "What happened last night?" he asked harshly.

Han Qizheng spread out his palm. "What else could it be? You drank too much, so you had a messy sex relationship after drinking too much. Anyways, you're going to get married, so isn't it better this way?"

"You know that …"

"I don't know. I don't know anything. I only know that my elder sister has returned. The person you said you wanted to marry is her. I only helped you speed up the process."

Yesterday, he didn't know why he had such a bright idea. He mixed half a cup of highly concentrated liquor into his wine, as he didn't want Han Rui to be unable to control himself due to his past feelings and responsibilities. He only wanted to end Han Rui's relationship with him.