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As soon as Pei Qingcheng woke up, she realized that the dream-like energy field from Zhuang Shengxiao's dream was more suitable for her. She would sleep well every night.

Maybe if she stayed here for a year, her insomnia would disappear without a trace.

The bed beside her was neatly made. Ye Ye Wen had not slept last night.

Did he sleep all night on the sofa?

He stood up and looked out into the hall. Nightmare was no longer on the sofa.

Nightingale was probably the strangest and most unfathomable person she had ever met.

She got up and washed and changed, then walked out of the room.

They bumped into Ding Han at the stairs. He was holding his stomach and looking very uncomfortable. His face was sallow and his eyes were big and round like a raccoon in spirit.

"Dint, what's the matter with you?" Initially, he was too lazy to ask. However, it wasn't good for Ding Han to not ask any questions at all.

"All night." Ding Han had to hold onto the railing to stand firmly, and step by step, he moved down the stairs.

"Diarrhea?" Pei Qingcheng looked at him, "What did you eat yesterday?"

Ding Han looked at her pitifully, wanting to say something, but suddenly remembered that it was seafood congee!

The night before yesterday, she cooked seafood. Yesterday morning, she made the kitchen process into seafood porridge.

The words "reward" and "seafood" were a bit exaggerated.

"Wait a moment, I'll go get the medicine for you. I have a special medicine, it's very effective."

Pei Qingcheng went back to her room to look for a medicine box. She was prone to colds and fever, so she liked to fill up her medicine box.

When she found the medicine box, Pei Qingcheng's hands stopped moving on the lid.

This was not her medicine chest, so naturally, there was no medicine that she needed.

She paused for a moment, then opened the lid and was surprised to find that all the medicine she had taken during her minor illness was in there.

Was this what Ye Wen had asked the servant to prepare?

How well did he know her?

Or did he find someone to clearly investigate all of her hobbies, habits, and habits?

Being the center of attention was like having one's clothes stripped off. There were no secrets behind it.

She found some medicine to treat diarrhea in the medicine box. Just as she was about to close the medicine box, she happened to see the medicine to treat allergies.

She immediately remembered that he hadn't slept on the bed yesterday. Was it because she was still allergic to him?

Confused, she took out the allergens and left the room.

When she reached the dining room, Nightbreak was there, too.

His complexion didn't seem good either. He was wearing a black shirt, making his face appear even thinner and paler.

Nightingale especially liked to wear black shirts. If it weren't for the differences in each shirt's cuff links, she would have thought he had never changed clothes.

Pei Qingcheng passed the antidiarrhea medicine to Ding Han, "Three times a day, one pellet at a time. After you finish it, you won't have any pain and you won't be able to pull it. Don't eat anything big today."

Ding Han took it from her. He was so moved that tears almost ran down his cheeks. "Thank you Madam."

"No need to thank me." Pei Qingcheng tightly gripped the allergen in her left hand and hesitated for a moment before handing it over to Ye Wen, "Eat this, and the red goosebumps all over your body will heal a little."

After handing over the ointment, he immediately sat down with the porridge and lowered his head to drink. He did not even look at Ye Xiu's tired expression.

Ye Wen said tiredly, "Thank you."

She didn't even bother to be polite. She drank half a bowl of porridge before she raised her head and explained, "I'll give it to you when I see it. It's contagious."

"Thank you." Ye Wen said again.

Ding Han was on the verge of death. What in the world was going on with the couple being distant and respectful to each other?

Husband and wife would rather fight each other than be as cold and polite as they were now.

However, his eyes were still fixated on the allergy medicine on the table, as if he was enjoying it.

This was his wife's concern for him.

After secretly hiding his medicine, he didn't have the guts to cut off his wife's concern for him.

After silently eating, Pei Qingcheng left the restaurant as well.

Nightingale sat across from her. From time to time, her gaze would drift over to her side, making her uneasy.

Under Ye Xiu's tired gaze, she kept feeling like she could not hide.

She hurried out of the house and looked back to see that there was no one behind her.

Why did he give it to Ye Xiu?

He has a private doctor.

He has his own dietitian.

Even if he lost a hair, the underling would carefully store it away. Of course, this was a bit of an exaggeration.

However, Pei Qingcheng knew that there was a powerful group taking care of his daily needs and health. She did not need to worry about that.

She walked over to Old Sun's car and clenched her fists tightly.

She seemed to show fear in front of Ye's tired face.

Old Sun saw that Pei Qingcheng had arrived and hurriedly opened the door, "Madam, please get in."

Just as he was about to step into the car, a tired voice came from behind him, "I'll pick you up after work."

Pei Qingcheng bit her lips and turned her head to give him a smile that was not too warm or cold, "Yes, I understand."

It was as if she were just one of his subordinates that would obey his commands.

Ye Wu Chen watched as Pei Qingcheng got on the carriage and slowly drove out of the house.

In his hands was the box of medicine that Pei Qingcheng had given him, which had been forcefully warming him up in the cold winter.

Ding Han walked over, "Master, it's time to get on the carriage."

"Hm." He could no longer see the taillights on Pei Qingcheng's car as he bent down and got on.

"The Madam's dress was sent over by Miss Shen." Ding Han also got into the car, turned his head and said to Ye Wen in the back seat.

"Hm." Ye Wen played with the medicine box in his hand, as if it wasn't any ordinary medicine but some precious literary game.

"Would you like your wife to wear the qipao Miss Shen sent to you, or would you like your wife to send you another dress?"

"I'll accept your kindness." Ye Yan closed his eyes wearily. "Call me when you get to the company."

I have a faint black color under my eyes. Why didn't I sleep well last night?

Or did he sit at his wife's bedside all night again last night?

Since they were already husband and wife, could it be that he would have to watch them night after night every day?

However, his feelings for his wife were not something he could understand.

Ding Han peeked through the inverted mirror and saw that his master was already asleep. Leaning against the window, his handsome face was hidden in the shadows under the curtains.

— —

When Pei Qingcheng arrived at the Pei household, she had a management analysis meeting to listen to.

The numbers were jumping in her head, and she had no idea what the difference was between a market margin and an operating margin.

After the meeting, she went to Jack with the report. Chen, a top Wall Street financial adviser, is sure of the numbers.

Jack. Chen Duo smiled at Pei Qingcheng and spoke in Chinese, "Mrs. Ye, if you don't understand, you can ask Chairman Ye. He will definitely teach you better than I do."

Pei Qingcheng's face darkened unconsciously, "In the company, either you call me Second Young Miss or you call me CEO Pei."

Jack. Chen did not care about her expression, and happily said, "I still have a meeting, how about I tell you in your office when I have time?"

Pei Qingcheng had no choice but to return to her office with the report.

She was stunned before she even stepped through the door.

A few men were carrying something huge into her office.

She stopped Huang Xiaoxiao who was watching from the side. "What is this?"

"Second Miss, I also want to ask you. What did you buy?"

"I didn't buy anything!" Pei Qingcheng followed the person who was carrying the bags into the office. They were sweating profusely as they asked Pei Qingcheng, "Madam Ye, where is the sofa placed?"

They called her Mrs.

"I didn't buy a sofa."

"Mr. Ye told us to send it over. He said that you like to sleep on this sofa."

Is that so? Oh, Pei Qingcheng finally remembered.

Yesterday, he had accidentally said this to Ding Han.

Then, he, this talkative person, would definitely go over to Zhang Ye's place to tell him. Ye Xiu immediately called for someone to bring his entire sofa over.

"Put it there!" Pei Qingcheng pointed to a corner of the office. Luckily, her office was spacious enough, if not she would not have been able to hold this gigantic beast.

Since he had already moved here, he couldn't possibly let them move out again, right?

Pei Qingcheng got Little Yellow to tip them, and the few men left after thanking her.

Huang Xiaochuan walked around the sofa in surprise, "Why did Chairman Ye send someone to deliver a sofa?" It's a very masculine looking sofa! "

"Yes." Pei Qingcheng sat down on the sofa, and said, "Yesterday I went to his office to take a seat, and felt quite comfortable."

"So, Director Ye sent someone to bring you his sofa?" Huang Xiaochuan's mouth was agape as he stared at Pei Qingcheng, "Boss Ye is so nice to you. If you took another look at the stars in the sky, would he pick them out and give them to you?"

"He doesn't have that kind of ability." As soon as these words left her mouth, she felt that it was not impossible even if Ye Wen wanted to.

Even if they didn't pick the real stars, at least they would do the same.

Huang Xiaochuan looked enviously at Pei Qingcheng, "Second Young Miss, you are so blessed. This is what it means to be doted on by a myriad of people. It is enough for ordinary people like us to just take a look."

The envious look on Huang Xiaochuan's face was something that Pei Qingcheng understood.

She knew about Ye Wen's reputation, and she had heard a lot from her female friends these few years. Whenever Ye Wen was mentioned, her eyes would turn red.

Therefore, as the wife now, it was fortunate that she was kept secret from outsiders. Otherwise, how many people would be jealous of her?

Pei Qingcheng smiled indifferently.

Happiness? What is happiness?

Being held in the palm of the hand by an emperor like person, but no one knew when the hand would fall down or fall into the abyss. This kind of feeling was something that only a few people could understand.

If you don't get it, you won't have the pain of losing it.

However, Pei Qingcheng was able to sleep on the sofa that Ye Xiwen had tiredly delivered to her. When she woke up, she felt refreshed.

Soon after, the makeup artist arrived. She put on a light makeup for Pei Qingcheng and even brought over the jewelry that Ye Wen had prepared for her.

It was a rare necklace of lavender pearls and earrings, a perfect match for the cheongsam that Shen had given her from afar.

Even the makeup artist was stunned by what she saw. "Madam Ye, your qipao looks too beautiful. It's like the person in the painting just walked out of it."

"It's not that I'm beautiful, it's just that my clothes and accessories are beautiful." Pei Qingcheng looked at the person in the mirror and turned to take the bag that Little Yellow had given her.

Today was the first time she stepped into the Ye Clan. She didn't know what would happen, nor did she know what attitude the people of the Ye Clan would have towards her.

Anyway, she didn't care.