Li Zhanfeng, dressed in a sharp black suit, fixed his deep black eagle eyes, like sharp scalpels, on Gu Wanrou's gentle yet slightly astonished face.

His eyes were piercing, and his handsome face had exquisite features, every part of which seemed to be a work of art perfectly placed by heaven. There was also a dark beauty mark under his left eye, which made his ascetic face even more sinister and cold.

Meeting those hawk-like black eyes, Gu Wanrou's heart froze slightly.

That's really strange...

She had been at Murou Manor for several days and had done a lot of mental preparation for herself.

Logically speaking, she shouldn't be so nervous when she sees Li Zhanfeng, but she still is this way this time.

When she was making taro and pork rib soup, she did intend to serve Li Zhanfeng a bowl as well, but then she remembered how he always complained about it whenever she made it for him in the past, so she decided to give up on the idea.

Then, she happily raised her head, her clean little face beaming with a gentle smile:

"Yes, I made it especially for Jiu Jiu."

After saying that, Gu Wanrou didn't look at Li Zhanfeng again, turned around and left with the sweet taro and pork rib soup.

Li Zhanfeng watched her departing figure, the glimmer of hope in his eyes fading away as if it had been dashed.

He has always been allergic to taro; he gets rashes all over his body whenever he touches any taro-related food.

But once upon a time, her favorite dish to make for him was sweet taro and pork rib soup.

To avoid letting her know that he was allergic to taro, he would always pretend that he didn't like taro. However, since sweet taro and pork rib soup was her favorite dish, she would still serve him a bowl every time.

So when he opened the door and saw the bowl of sweet taro and pork rib soup, for a fleeting moment he hoped she could serve him a bowl too.

But it seems she didn't care about him at all.

A sinister glint appeared in Li Zhanfeng's cold eyes. He abruptly turned around, slammed the door shut, and pulled out his phone to call his assistant.

"Bring me a bowl of sweet taro and pork rib soup right now! I need it immediately!"

The assistant on the other end of the phone: "Um... Mr. Feng, are you sure you still want to have sweet taro and pork rib soup tonight?"

A hint of impatience flashed in Li Zhanfeng's eyes. "Are you questioning my orders?"

The assistant coughed twice and quickly said, "No, no, I'll go right now..."

The assistant said he was also helpless. His master Feng was clearly allergic to taro, but five years ago, ever since he broke up with Miss Wanrou, he, who clearly didn't like eating taro, would sit at home every day eating sweet taro and pork rib soup from a big bowl.

He felt unwell after eating it every time, but he still insisted on eating it, as if he really loved it.

What do you call this? You call it being too late to regret it!

You wouldn't eat when I offered you food before, but now you can't even get it if you want to, haha!

Gu Wanrou carried the sweet taro and pork rib soup directly to Li Jiujiu's room. She carefully knocked on the door, "Jiujiu?"

Inside the room, Li Jiujiu was lying lazily on the bed, swinging her slender, fair legs while calling Tianbao on her phone. When she heard Gu Wanrou's voice outside the door, she was initially excited, but her gaze quickly dimmed.

Her dark, bright eyes held a stubborn and determined look as she earnestly spoke to Tianbao on the other end of the phone:

"Sweetie, if you're happy, I'm happy! I really want to play with you too, but I have something to do here. Once I'm done, I'll find some time to play with you!"

"That's all for tonight then, bye-bye, Sweetie!"

The call ended quickly. Li Jiujiu opened the door, annoyed. Before Gu Wanrou could say anything, she went straight to the high chair in the dining room, tilted her head back, and called out towards the kitchen door:

"Cook, cook, Jiu Jiu is so hungry. Is there anything good to eat tonight?"

Upon hearing Li Jiujiu's voice, the cook quickly grabbed a spoon and ran out of the kitchen.

She wiped her hands on her apron, her wrinkled face full of a kind smile. "Little Miss, be good, don't be silly. Miss Wanrou made your favorite sweet taro and pork rib soup; it's Miss Wanrou's thoughtfulness, you must try it..."

Gu Wanrou chuckled as she placed the sweet taro and pork rib soup in front of Li Jiujiu, then took out a specially prepared soup spoon and ladled a bowl for her. "Jiujiu, would you like to try some? I just made it, and it tastes pretty good."

Although Jiu Jiu still likes to go against her, she feels happy and content just to be able to look at Jiu Jiu like this.

It's really strange, though. She clearly remembered that Li Zhanfeng used to hate sweet taro and pork rib soup.

Unexpectedly, her and Li Zhanfeng's precious daughter, Jiu Jiu, loves sweet taro and pork rib soup so much!

What a pleasant surprise!

Looking at the fragrant taro and pork rib soup, Li Jiujiu couldn't help but swallow hard. But thinking about her current relationship with Gu Wanrou, Li Jiujiu's stubborn little heart felt as if it had been gently stabbed by a knife...

If she really is the mother, then why did she abandon her and her father in the first place?

Since she has already abandoned her father, why is she trying to please him like this now?

She no longer needs love that comes too late!

Her fluttering legs slowly stopped, and she jumped off the stool. "I'm not hungry anymore."

But she moved too fast and her elbow accidentally bumped into the sweet taro and pork rib soup.

Gu Wanrou reacted quickly and hurriedly prepared to pick up the bowl of soup, but Li Jiujiu was too fast, and the bowl of steaming hot taro and pork rib soup suddenly overturned on the table.

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