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Tonight's dream was as quiet as usual.

This place was too quiet, so quiet that it did not seem like it existed in the mortal world.

Pei Qingcheng was dining alone, and Housekeeper Hu was restless.

"Are you eating alone? Do you want me to talk to you? " Butler Hu said.

It was a good idea to talk while eating, Pei Qingcheng nodded her head and said, "En, sit down, let's eat together."

"No need, no need. If you like the topic of conversation, just listen."

For this service, there was someone to chat with after eating a meal.

Pei Qingcheng smiled and bit her chopsticks as she looked at Steward Hu, "Chairman Ye, have you been staying in the Manor all these years?"

"Yes, ever since Teacher and Madam were married, Teacher has been living in the manor at dawn."

"Alone?"

"No, and us! And Dint, we all live here. " Butler Hu said.

Pei Qingcheng did not mean it that way.

Forget it, let's change the subject.

"Chairman Ye, you're not even calling if you don't want to go home for dinner?"

"Basically, mister didn't come back for dinner. His meal was simple, two vegetarian dishes and a soup. Several chefs at home wouldn't be of much use, but luckily you came back." Housekeeper Hu was unable to contain his joy; he was beaming with joy.

This Zhuang Shengxiao dreamer's point of happiness was quite simple. If he had a job to do, he would be happy.

Pei Qingcheng continued to eat as Housekeeper Hu continued to speak, "Mister usually comes home to eat. Today is Thursday, so as usual, we'll go to the Golden Sea and eat there."

Pei Qingcheng raised her head and looked at him in puzzlement, "What?"

"Oh, I forgot that the orchids in the garden are going to be watered. I'll go take a look!" Housekeeper Hu dashed out of the dining hall. Even Pei Qingcheng was worried that Housekeeper Hu, who was in his sixties, would stumble over the stairs.

Why was he so flustered?

What's on the Gold Coast?

What —?

There was a sea near the outskirts of the city and there was a large area of sea. The golden beach was especially beautiful, and when the sun shone down, the golden beach illuminated the sea, turning it into a golden color.

But what was there at the Golden Sea that made Ye Xiu go there every Thursday without any problems?

Hence, it was natural for Pei Qingcheng to be thinking in that direction.

Could it be that Nightingale was hiding a delicate beauty in the villa area by the Golden Sea?

Ah, what does it have to do with her?

What he was hiding had nothing to do with her.

He picked up the bowl again and continued to drink, but he seemed to have lost his appetite.

Suddenly, he heard Steward Hu's voice from the entrance, "Sir, you're back. Ding Te has come back."

The sound of footsteps rang out as Pei Qingcheng lowered her head in a hurry, pretending to drink the soup. She then heard Ding Han's voice, "Just serve me a bowl of rice, I'll eat anything."

"Sir, are you not eating dinner again?"

"Every time I come back from there, I don't have any appetite, do I? "Later, give me some plain noodles." Ding Han sat down opposite of Pei Qingcheng and called out, "Madam."

"Oh." Pei Qingcheng raised her head. Sure enough, there was only Ding Te in the dining hall.

"I'm tired today and have no appetite," Ding said.

"Oh." Pei Qingcheng harrumphed.

Ye Wen being tired of eating had nothing to do with her.

However, Ding Han's words that Nightbreak Trickster had no appetite every time he returned from the Golden Sea made her a little curious.

If it was a golden house filled with delicacies, he wouldn't have returned so early, and he wouldn't have lost his appetite.

What secret was hidden in the place that made Ye Xiu go every Thursday?

Pei Qingcheng ate in an absent-minded manner when Ding Han called her several times before she heard him, "Madam, madam, what do you mean by pulling an empty bowl?"

He looked down and saw that the soup had been finished in his bowl.

Pei Qingcheng put down her bowl and said, "I'm done eating. You can take your time to eat."

Just as he was about to stand up and walk out of the restaurant, Ding Han said, "Madam, can I trouble you to wait for a moment." Just as he was about to stand and walk out of the restaurant, Ding Han said, "Madam, can I trouble you to wait a moment?

Originally, she did not want to refuse, but seeing the passionate look in Ding Han's eyes, she could not say a word of rejection out of the large number of dreams that Zhuang Shengxiao had of servants.

No matter what, Ding Han was completely loyal to this master of his, Ye Xiu.

Regarding this kind of loyalty, Pei Qingcheng could not reject it.

She nodded and sat down again to wait for the kitchen to cook the noodles.

Five minutes later, a small bowl of plain noodles covered with colorful vegetables was ready.

Zhuang Shengxiao's Dream of the Chef was indeed extraordinary. Even a bowl of plain noodles was enough to make one salivate.

"Thank you, ma'am." Housekeeper Hu and Ding Han looked at her anxiously.

Well, she was just going upstairs with a bowl of noodles. She had to go back to her room anyway.

"You're welcome." Pei Qingcheng picked up her bowl and walked out of the restaurant.

He pushed open the door to the bedroom. There was no light in the room.

Pei Qingcheng touched the wall and felt for the light switch. When the room lit up, Ye Wen, who was sitting on the sofa, gave her a fright.

He leaned against the back of the couch with his eyes closed, unsure if he was asleep.

Pei Qingcheng walked over and placed the bowl of noodles on the table in front of him, and said softly, "Eat while it's hot."

Then, when she walked in front of Ye Wen, he suddenly grabbed her wrist. His palm was ice-cold, as if it had been frozen in the cold storage.

"Come sit with me for a while." Ye Wen's voice sounded tired and hoarse.

Pei Qingcheng pursed her lips, she was merely accompanying the financial backer for a moment. Something even more outrageous had already happened, what did this matter count for?

She sat down beside him obediently, and then she wrapped her arms wearily around him.

Nestled in the embrace of Ye Xiu's chest, she could hear his heart beating loudly in her chest. Pei Qingcheng's heart had actually skipped a few beats as well.

She tried to struggle free, but she was powerless, and it was very comfortable to lean against her broad chest.

They snuggled together in silence. Nightingale was still wearing the black shirt and suit she wore during the day. There was a faint smell of tobacco on her clothes.

Pei Qingcheng could smell a familiar scent.

She took a deep breath. This smell was very familiar. Every time she visited her mother in the hospital, the room would be filled with the smell of all sorts of potions.

Did Ye Wen get sick? Did he go to the hospital?

The doctor by the Golden Sea that Butler Hu mentioned just now, was he not a hospital?

Could it be that the place Ye Wen visited every Thursday was a private hospital on the Golden Coast?

A visit or a visit?

While she was still lost in her thoughts, a tired voice suddenly sounded above her head, "Tomorrow night, my mother's birthday. I'll pick you up at Pei's place at six o'clock."

Pei Qingcheng had forgotten about this matter, but it seemed that his mother did not want to see her.

She paused for a moment before saying, "Today, at noon, Madam Ye came to visit Pei Zi Yun."

She was not going to complain. She had to tell him about Lady Ye's request, lest she should go tomorrow and be unhappy between mother and son.

It didn't matter whether Pei Qingcheng went or not.

"I know." The man's chin was resting on the top of her head, his voice floating above her.

"Perhaps, it would not be appropriate for me to go to the meeting tomorrow." Pei Qingcheng muttered to herself.

"I think it's perfect." His chin suddenly lifted off from the top of Pei Qingcheng's head. His slightly cold and tired fingers gently lifted her chin as his gaze gently rested on her face.

Every time her eyes met Ye Wen's, she felt as if her heart had been struck.

Even though his eyes were calm and serene, it was enough to cause waves of shock and turmoil within Pei Qingcheng's heart every time.

Ye Wen had this ability even when he was tired. This feeling made Pei Qingcheng feel extremely uncomfortable.

Every time she felt the waves in her heart, it should be because of Yin Ha, not Ye Xiu.

She lowered her eyes and her gaze naturally fell upon the slender fingers that Nightingale had placed on his lap.

He had a ring on his ring finger. Pei Qingcheng suddenly remembered that this ring was the ring that they had exchanged on their wedding day.

After the ceremony that day, they left Zhuang Shengxiao's dream. Pei Qingcheng casually threw away the storage ring.

In any case, Ye Wen was weary of wealth, so he didn't care about a ring.

Who would have thought that Ye Wen would wear it all the time.

He then shifted his gaze and moved it to the white carpet. It was the safest place.

Her palm, which had originally been under her chin, moved to her hair and gently stroked it. Nightingale held her in her arms, her lips next to her ear and the air between her teeth knocking against her eardrum: "Tilt, can I kiss you?"

Pei Qingcheng froze in his embrace.

What kind of question was that?

The Overlord of Mo City wanted to ask her for a kiss, and he still talked to her in such a gentle manner?

How was she supposed to answer such a question?

She straightened herself in his arms, and her smile became especially perfunctory and cold. "I have no choice but to follow my orders."

"It's not an order. I can hold it in if you don't like it."

"Nothing to like." Pei Qingcheng answered.

A hint of light disappeared from Ye Chen's eyes as he gently let go of Pei Qingcheng and leaned back against the back of the sofa.

What was this?

Did he want Pei Qingcheng to willingly throw herself into his arms?

If the overlord was to force his hand, Pei Qingcheng would have to remember the money that the Pei family owed Ye Ye Ye and her identity as his wife, so she had to obey him no matter what.

But now it was impossible for her to accept all the intimate actions of Nightingale with pleasure.

He could have his own body, but it couldn't be his heart.

Pei Qingcheng stood up from the sofa and said tiredly, "If Chairman Ye doesn't need me to accompany you, then I'll just wash up and sleep."

She really went to the bathroom to wash up. When she came out of the shower, Nightingale was still sitting in that position on the sofa.

If there was a day when Pei Qingcheng could see through his thoughts, she would definitely be extremely powerful.

However, this day might not come.

They only needed to be together for a year, and during that year, her task wasn't to get to know the man in front of her, but rather to serve him.

Each of them had their own role to play. Since the lord told her to serve him, she would serve him. If she didn't, then that was fine.

He turned around and looked at the bowl on the tea table. It was already cold and had turned into a piece of bread.

She went into the bedroom, pulled back the covers, and lay down.

The rose-colored blanket emitted a faint fragrance.

It reminded her of the cheongsam under the pink roses that Shen had brought her all the way from the afternoon.

Weary, remote, private hospital by the Golden Sea.

Ye Wen's tired body was always shrouded in a layer of mist.

He was too far away to see him clearly.

It was very close to him, and he could not see it clearly.