This statement, packed with information, shocked and astonished the household servants.

This is actually the young lady's boyfriend?

What merit or ability does this person possess?

The servants' ulterior motives have no effect on Yan Xiao; he will only make these young gigolos face reality.

The unusually clingy Yan Xiao, and the subtle chill emanating from the man when he inadvertently glanced at the servants at home.

A knowing glint flashed in Wen Qinghe's eyes.

Even if she were slow on the uptake, she would understand by now.

Since her last relationship ended badly, the butler has been trying to help her get over it as soon as possible.

They replaced all the servants in the house with male college students.

His characteristics are: handsome, fair-skinned, obedient, and 1.8 meters tall.

The various young men, dressed in male servant outfits by the butler, were placed in different corners of the villa.

At first, she did find it pleasing to the eye and novel for a couple of days, but after seeing it every day, she easily got tired of it and has gotten used to it now.

She tugged at the man's sleeve. "Honey, are you jealous?"

Upon hearing a certain word, Yan Xiao's cold aura vanished instantly, and a blush inexplicably crept onto his face.

The jealousy in his heart was banished to the winds, and his deep, dark eyes were fixed only on the charming little girl before him.

But what he said was, "Hmm. I'm jealous."

Wen Qinghe looked up and kissed the man's lips, then quickly explained.

"These are all servants assigned by the butler. As for the reason for assigning them, I'll explain it to you after we finish eating. If you don't like them, I'll have the butler fire them. I don't want you to be unhappy..."

"I'm very happy."

Wen Qinghe: ?

“I’m so happy that my sweetheart cares about my feelings. As for them, they didn’t do anything wrong and don’t need to be fired. I’m content as long as my baby cares about me.”

The male servants, who had almost lost their high-paying jobs, wiped the cold sweat from their brows.

Fortunately, they didn't covet what didn't belong to them.

Having cast aside any inappropriate fantasies, they looked at the young lady and the tall, dark-skinned man, their clear yet slightly foolish eyes filled only with amusement...amusement...

It has to be said that just now they thought that this big, dark-skinned girl was just a case of beauty being in the eye of the beholder.

At this moment, I truly realized that you can't judge a book by its cover.

Although the gentleman looked a bit old, he really doted on the young lady.

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With Yan Xiao's help (feeding), Wen Qinghe finished her dinner and finally regained her energy.

After eating, I wanted to take Yan Xiao out to broaden her horizons and see the rapid development of the 21st century.

She picked out an Aston Martin car key from the key box.

He pulled Yan Xiao into the elevator to the underground parking garage.

Just a few seconds later, when the door was opened again, the environment had completely changed.

A hint of surprise flashed across Yan Xiao's eyes.

It's a bit like the magic show I watched on the Spring Festival Gala with my wife.

The only difference is that he himself is now the person in question.

Before Yan Xiao could recover, what appeared before him made his heart pound.

In front of me was a space of at least four or five hundred square meters, filled with all kinds of cars of various colors.

Although he couldn't understand the brands or how to differentiate them, he had to admit that seeing them made his blood flow more freely.

Wen Qinghe pressed the car key to unlock it.

A starry blue sports car flashed.

She walked around the front of the car and opened the passenger door.

She gently placed her left hand on her chest and bent over to greet Yan Xiao.

"My dear Princess Yan, please get in the carriage~"

After a brief moment of surprise, Yan Xiao was amused by this.

The man walked over unhurriedly, his long legs giving him a relaxed air. Although he had never ridden in a car with such low seats before, his every move exuded composure.

He doesn't look like a country bumpkin from the 1970s at all.

In reality, Yan Xiao was on tenterhooks, afraid that he might do something wrong, and he was secretly observing Wen Qinghe's movements.

He watched as she closed the car door for him, then walked to the driver's seat, sat down, and leaned over to pull his seatbelt over and buckle it.

He sat up straight, fastened his seatbelt, and started the car in one smooth motion.

Her fair hands gripped the light blue steering wheel; such skillful movements couldn't be achieved without hundreds or thousands of repetitions.

The delicate and fragile little girl in his heart was now sitting in the driver's seat, radiant with joy.

She was turning the steering wheel with one hand. (Haha, Wen Qinghe doesn't usually drive like this.)

Yan Xiao could hardly contain his amazement and surprise.

My heart was pounding wildly, so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of my chest.

He felt no embarrassment at all for sitting in the passenger seat with his wife because he couldn't drive.

While waiting at the traffic light, Wen Qinghe turned her head to look at the person beside her.

"Ayan, can you drive?"

"I used to drive farm vehicles for others."

Wen Qinghe's eyes lit up, and she realized it was a good deal.

Yan Xiao just arrived; he doesn't have a modern driver's license yet.

Wen Qinghe originally thought that if the man didn't know how, she would just buy a Cullinan and store it in her space.

When you have free time, you can teach him to practice his skills on social media.

"That's perfect! Let's go to the garage and store a car in our space later, so you can try it out when we get back. Then I can sit in the passenger seat of Ayan's car!"

Hearing that the little girl didn't seem to mind at all, Yan Xiao felt a warmth in his heart.

…

Neon lights and road signs are everywhere along the roadside, and the towering commercial buildings are so tall at night that it is impossible to see their actual height.

It's almost 10 p.m. now.

Yet traffic continued to flow on the road.

The commercial street along the road was bustling with pedestrians who came out for a walk and shopping at night.

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