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I squeezed my face so hard that I woke up from the stupor of the morning.

I turned my head and looked at the source of the sound.

An unfamiliar face appeared before my eyes. It was a woman in her forties or fifties whose face was deeply wrinkled by time, but it could not hide the deep gentleness that emanated from within.

But it wasn't her appearance that surprised me the most. It was the look of terror on her face. More accurately, she looked at me as if I was a ghost. Her eyes were filled with fear, and her brows were tightly locked together. Her lips couldn't help but tremble.

"You, you are Miss Lin Xiaoxiao?" Her lips quivered violently as she stammered. It was unknown if she was asking me or talking to herself, but her eyes never left my face. The fear in her eyes made me shudder. Was she frightened by me?

Was there something on my face that frightened her? I couldn't help but touch my own face as I didn't notice anything strange about me. Thus, I nodded lightly and politely replied with a smile, "I am Lin Xiaoxiao." Then, with a puzzled expression, I asked, "May I ask who you are? Why are you in Silent House?"

She suddenly came back to her senses and clasped her hands together. She squeezed out a smile from the corner of her mouth, but that smile didn't diminish the shock on her face at all. Perhaps she had noticed my confusion, but her gaze slowly softened as she gently introduced me.

"I am Mr. Song's personal chef, and Mr. Song asked me to come here and take care of Miss Lin's daily life. You can call me Aunt Zhang," she continued. "Mr. Song said that I will be in charge of your meals from now on." After saying so, she smiled and tried her best to restrain her shock.

I nodded slightly and said, "Oh, if that's the case, then I'll have to trouble Aunt Zhang."

"It's my honor to take care of you." She was smiling, and although her smile was warm and gentle, the fear in her heart hadn't left her face.

I turned around and walked into the washroom. I splashed cold water on my face to make myself more awake. She was a silent personal chef. I thought I had known her for a long time. Why did she appear now? Perhaps it's because I'm on vacation. Thinking of this, warmth welled up in her heart. However, what's with that terrified expression of Aunt Zhang's? Since she knows me, why did she lose control of herself when she saw me? Why did she lose her composure?

I couldn't help but think of the coffin in her secret chamber, and my heart skipped a beat. Although after that time, both I and I deliberately avoided talking about it, this mysterious coffin seemed to have a deep root in my mind and always flashed through my mind without warning. Was there a connection between this and my intuition telling me that Aunt Zhang definitely knew something?

I shook my head vigorously. I have to find a chance to ask Aunt Zhang. I secretly planned in my heart.

After washing up, I could already smell the fragrance coming from the dining room, and my rumbling stomach made me quickly rush to the dining table. After finishing washing up, I could smell the fragrance coming from the dining room, and my rumbling stomach made me quickly come to the dining table.

She looked at me blankly, and I suddenly realized that I was used to eating alone when I was out of breath. I forgot to ask Aunt Zhang to come with me, so I put down my bowl, got up and took another set of bowls and chopsticks, and invited Aunt Zhang to eat with me.

Aunt Zhang smiled and refused. "Don't mention it, Miss Xiaoxiao. I'm not hungry right now." Her kind smile warmed my heart.

"Aunt Zhang, let's eat together. It's more lively eating with more people, and my appetite is also better." I said with a smile.

Under my intense pleadings, Aunt Zhang finally gave in and silently picked up the chopsticks.

It was my first time seeing my excessive reaction, and I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. But I didn't know how to open my mouth, so I thought to myself, after all, there's still a lot of time in the future, and it wouldn't be too rude to ask these questions the first time we meet. We should get to know each other after a while.

"Aunt Zhang's cooking is so delicious." I said with satisfaction.

Aunt Zhang smiled and said, "I am relieved with Miss He Xiaoxiao's taste."

Suddenly, the landline rang. I hurried over and answered the phone. "Hello."

A silent voice came from the other end of the line.

"Is the lazy pig up? I won't be back for lunch today. The company is busy, "he continued before I could open my mouth." I've invited Aunt Zhang to take care of you.

Then he immediately hung up the phone. He couldn't have gone to dinner with that gold beauty, Houllin. I thought to myself, no, he wouldn't lie to me. He's a man who keeps his promises.

The feeling of freedom during the holidays was pleasing to my mind and body. I lived my life like a worm, and after lunch, I watched television on the sofa, alone and drowsy.

Suddenly, the door creaked open. It was Song Mo Ran.

He took off his dark woolen coat, revealing a handsome black suit. As he closed the door, a cold wind blew in from outside, and I shook my shoulders, clearing my head a little.

He walked slowly towards me, a little over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and narrow arms, and a black suit that made him look like a star from a TV show.

It was a pity that the tie around his neck had been pulled down quite a bit — a pink tie with a heart print that completely destroyed his handsome appearance, and I could not help but despise his aesthetics. This pink tie was really too unsightly.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed through my mind. I suddenly recalled that I was the one who had helped him make the tie.

Early in the morning, when I was still sparring with Zhou Gongli, I suddenly couldn't breathe and struggled to open my eyes. A delicate face appeared before my eyes. This morning's kiss nearly made me lose my breath. I used my palm to support his head before turning around and continuing my sleep.

He grabbed my chin and turned to me, insisting that I tie his tie. I turned on my heel and went back to sleep, but I couldn't stand his harassment any longer, so I grabbed a tie and pulled it over his head. I didn't even open my eyes when I saw the print of the tie.

He kissed me and got up to go to work satisfied. This pink tie would be hard to keep for him for a day. Thinking of this, his face couldn't help but be covered in black lines.