Lin Jingzhi’s house was a three-story European-style villa by the lake, luxuriously decorated.

As they entered, a cold wind greeted them.

Ye Qiu couldn’t help but shiver.

“Sister Lin, do you live here alone?” Ye Qiu asked.

“I live here with Little Jie,” Lin Jingzhi replied. Little Jie, the short-haired woman, was actually Sun Mengjie, Lin Jingzhi’s assistant.

Lin Jingzhi had already introduced her to Ye Qiu in the car.

“Sister Lin, I have a suggestion. Either change houses or hire a few maids to live here,” Ye Qiu said.

“Why?”

“According to Feng Shui, a large house with few people is unlucky.”

“Oh, is there such a saying?”

Ye Qiu explained, “The Dao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two give birth to heaven and earth, and heaven and earth give birth to all things. In Feng Shui, houses are considered yin, and people are yang. If the yang can’t suppress the yin, people will have problems, such as insomnia, vivid dreams, mental confusion, melancholy, susceptibility to evil, and even encountering unclean things.”

“Feudal superstition, nonsense,” Sun Mengjie snorted, clearly not believing Ye Qiu’s words.

Ye Qiu couldn’t be bothered to argue. For some reason, Sun Mengjie seemed to have a grudge against him and never gave him a friendly look.

Lin Jingzhi, on the other hand, looked at Ye Qiu with her beautiful eyes, as if discovering a new world. She asked curiously, “Ye Qiu, you know Feng Shui?”

“Yes, a bit.”

Among the knowledge Ye Qiu inherited were Feng Shui metaphysics and mystical arts.

“You’re amazing. Not only do you know Maoshan Talismans, but you also understand Feng Shui. I feel like I’ve found a treasure.”

Being praised by Lin Jingzhi made Ye Qiu feel elated.

“By the way, where did you learn your skills?” Lin Jingzhi asked again.

“You might not believe it, but one day I had a strange dream. In the dream, I met an old man with white hair who taught me many things, including martial arts and Maoshan Talismans,” Ye Qiu said earnestly.

Lin Jingzhi thought Ye Qiu was being discreet and smiled without pressing further.

Sun Mengjie, however, was blunt, “Liar!”

Ye Qiu felt wronged. Why does no one believe the truth?

“Little Jie, order some takeout. We haven’t eaten anything tonight, and I’m hungry,” Lin Jingzhi instructed.

“Yes,” Sun Mengjie responded respectfully.

Ye Qiu said, “It’ll take at least an hour for the takeout to arrive. Sister Lin, how about I cook some noodles for you?”

“You can cook?” Lin Jingzhi was surprised.

Ye Qiu smiled, “Cooking noodles is the simplest. I could do it when I was five.”

They say the children of poor families grow up early. He had been taking care of household chores like cooking and washing since he was young, living with Qian Jinglan.

“Alright, let’s try your cooking tonight,” Lin Jingzhi said. “The noodles and eggs are in the kitchen. Find them yourself.”

“Okay, dinner will be ready in ten minutes.”

Ye Qiu headed to the kitchen.

Lin Jingzhi watched his back, her lips curling up slightly.

This small gesture was noticed by Sun Mengjie, who was displeased. She said, “President Lin, don’t expect too much from his cooking. I’ve rarely seen men who can cook well.”

“We’ll know soon enough. It’s too early to conclude now, isn’t it?”

Sun Mengjie immediately fell silent.

Ten minutes later.

Ye Qiu came out of the kitchen with a steaming bowl of tomato and egg noodles.

“Sister Lin, the noodles are ready. Try them.”

Lin Jingzhi glanced at the bowl. The bright red tomato sauce and tender knife-cut noodles looked appetizing. She sniffed and found the tangy tomato aroma irresistible.

She picked up a strand of noodle with her chopsticks, slurped up the tomato sauce, and then sucked the whole noodle into her mouth, chewing slowly.

“How is it, Sister Lin? Is it okay?” Ye Qiu asked nervously. He wasn’t sure if Lin Jingzhi, who had tasted all kinds of delicacies, would like his noodles.

Sun Mengjie also asked, “Is it bad?”

“Yes, it’s bad. Little Jie, go ahead and order takeout.”

Just as Sun Mengjie expected, this man’s cooking was terrible. She thought.

But the next second, Lin Jingzhi, like a glutton, devoured the entire bowl of tomato and egg noodles without any regard for her image. She then said to Ye Qiu, “Give me another bowl.”

What?

Another bowl?

Sun Mengjie thought she had misheard. She stared at Lin Jingzhi for two seconds, then suddenly understood and hurriedly said to Ye Qiu, “Make me a bowl too.”

A while later, Ye Qiu brought out two bowls of noodles, handed one to Lin Jingzhi, and started eating the other himself.

“Where’s my bowl?” Sun Mengjie asked, annoyed.

She thought the bowl in Ye Qiu’s hand was for her, but he started eating it himself.

“There’s none left,” Ye Qiu said.

“You—” Sun Mengjie puffed her cheeks in anger, glaring at Ye Qiu, wishing she could punch this bastard. After a while, she said, “It’s just a bowl of noodles. Who cares? I’m not eating.”

“Great, more for us, Sister Lin. There’s still some in the pot…”

Before Ye Qiu could finish, Sun Mengjie dashed into the kitchen.

Ye Qiu chuckled. Women, they say one thing but mean another.

After finishing the noodles, Lin Jingzhi said, “My room is on the third floor. Carry me up.”

Her leg was still injured, making it difficult for her to move.

“Alright.”

Just as Ye Qiu nodded, Sun Mengjie said, “President Lin, let me carry you!”

She moved to lift Lin Jingzhi.

“No need, let Ye Qiu do it,” Lin Jingzhi instructed. “You wash the dishes.”

Watching Ye Qiu carry Lin Jingzhi upstairs, Sun Mengjie felt like crying. Lin Jingzhi used to ask her to do everything, but now she was being sidelined like a neglected concubine.

“Ye Qiu, you stinky man, this isn’t over.”

…

Ye Qiu carried Lin Jingzhi upstairs. Through the thin fabric, he could feel the warmth and smoothness of her skin. She was wearing a deep V evening gown, and a slight tilt of his head revealed things he shouldn’t see, making Ye Qiu’s thoughts wander.

The short trip up three floors felt like torture for Ye Qiu.

Entering the room, he was greeted by a sea of pink—pink curtains, pink wallpaper, pink bed…

Ye Qiu thought this didn’t match Lin Jingzhi’s strong woman image at all.

Ye Qiu placed Lin Jingzhi on the bed. She said, “You haven’t answered my question from earlier. Are you still a virgin?”

Why bring this up again?

Ye Qiu blushed, “Sister Lin, you should rest early. I’ll be going now.”

“What’s the rush?” Lin Jingzhi suddenly wrapped her fair arms around Ye Qiu’s neck and said coyly, “Stay with me tonight, okay?”