After Zhao Wuji left, Shen Lang took Shuang'er to find Yu Xian'er.

At this moment, Yu Xian'er was sitting under the pavilion, embroidering a piece of white Shu brocade.

"Wife, I'm busy~" Shen Lang chuckled as he sat down on the stone bench next to Yu Xian'er.

Yu Xian'er smiled without looking up and said, "Winter is coming soon, so I'll make you some clothes."

Upon hearing this, Shen Lang immediately rested his head on Yu Xian'er's shoulder and said affectionately, "My wife, you're so good to me."

The sight of this overly sweet expression made Shuang'er grin, as if she were being overwhelmed by its cloying sweetness.

"Tell me, what do you want to do now?" Yu Xian'er stopped what she was doing and gently stroked Shen Lang's cheek with one hand.

"Hehe~ You guessed it!" Shen Lang chuckled sheepishly, leaning on Yu Xian'er's shoulder as he said, "Can I use Shuang'er for a while?"

Although Baiyun Manor now belongs to Shen Lang, it is ultimately still Yu Xian'er's maid.

To respect Yu Xian'er's opinion, Shen Lang came specifically to consult her.

"Okay, do whatever you want," Yu Xian'er said gently.

"Thank you, honey. *kiss*"

Shen Lang pouted and moved closer to Yu Xian'er's face.

Yu Xian'er didn't refuse. She gently touched Shen Lang's lips and then said, "Alright, you go ahead and do your work. Don't bother me."

"No, no, let me cling to you a little longer."

Like a child, Shen Lang wrapped his arms around Yu Xian'er's waist and lay down on her lap.

Yu Xian'er smiled and shook her head. She couldn't do anything about Shen Lang's ability to act coquettishly, so she had no choice but to let him be.

Then he picked up his needlework again from the stone table and began to work.

Standing to the side, Shuang'er felt like a super third wheel, so she said to Yu Xian'er and Shen Lang, "Young master, young lady, I'll go and get back to work."

Yu Xian'er looked up at Shuang'er and said, "You must always be careful and meticulous when serving your husband. You can't be as careless as before."

"Okay, okay~" Shuang'er waved her hand impatiently, then swaggered away from the pavilion, leaving Shen Lang and Yu Xian'er to linger there.

Although Shen Lang had already reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm and was not afraid of the severe cold of late autumn, he could still feel a special warmth while lying in Yu Xian'er's arms.

And so, he quietly closed his eyes in the arms of his beloved and fell into a deep sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, night had already fallen.

At this moment, Yu Xian'er was still in the same place, with one arm around Shen Lang's neck and the other holding an ancient book, reading it attentively. The maid beside her held two fish oil lamps to light the way for her.

"Wife, what time is it? Why didn't you wake me up?" Shen Lang rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked up to ask.

"It's 9 PM." Yu Xian'er gently patted Shen Lang's back. "Get up quickly, I'll go make you dinner."

Although he had successfully abstained from grains during the Foundation Establishment stage and could go ten days to half a month without feeling hungry, Shen Lang had an extremely strong appetite. Moreover, he had been spoiled by Yu Xian'er and was very picky. Now he only ate the food prepared by Yu Xian'er, Shuang'er, and Qin Shiya.

Normally, when Yu Xian'er is busy, Shuang'er or Qin Shiya will cook. Now, one of them has gone to Longhu Mountain to be a little princess, and the other has gone to work. So the responsibility of cooking can only fall on Yu Xian'er.

After getting up on the way, he didn't ask Yu Xian'er to cook. Instead, he pulled her into his arms and whispered in her ear, "I'm not eating dinner tonight, I'm just going to eat you."

Yu Xian'er shyly hugged Shen Lang's neck and buried her head in his chest.

Young lovers and beautiful women shared a romantic encounter, their love blossoming endlessly in the brocade tent. Unaware that their spirits had entered the inn, their mad souls seemed to have entered a celestial vessel.

Her face flushed with a hint of rouge and sweat, her pale complexion stained with powder and rouge. Unable to sleep, she tossed and turned, until the rooster's crow broke the early autumn night.

At five in the morning, Shen Lang finally fell asleep with Yu Xian'er in his arms.

The next morning, Yu Xian'er had already prepared breakfast. With Yu Xian'er's help, Shen Lang finished washing up and had breakfast. Then, he found the custom-made Bugatti that Yu Ziqi had given him in the garage and drove towards the University of Science and Technology of China.

Shen Lang wasn't a car enthusiast; he simply liked the cool look of supercars.

A brand-new luxury car worth tens of millions of dollars was parked at the entrance of the university, instantly attracting the attention of many students.

Everyone took out their phones and zoomed in to take pictures of it.

The students immediately recognized the car as a Bugatti supercar from Molsheim.

However, after Shen Lang got out of the car, the photographers suddenly found that all their cameras had become blurry, including the surveillance cameras on the side of the road. They could not capture the vehicle and Shen Lang's true appearance, as if there was a blurry figure surrounding the person in the lens.

After getting off the car, Shen Lang went straight into Gu Qingqing's Qingyu Coffee Shop.

After a long absence, the coffee shop remained exactly the same as it had been four months ago, without any changes.

After entering the coffee shop, Shen Lang asked the receptionist, "Is your boss here?"

Because he came here on a whim without informing Gu Qingqing beforehand, he wasn't sure if Gu Qingqing was in the store.

The waiter was new. Although he had never met Shen Lang before, the subtle aura he exuded made him wary of him.

"Hello, our boss is out on business. May I ask what you need him for?" the waiter asked cautiously.

"It's okay, just give me this to make me a cup of Blue Mountain coffee, no sugar."

The waiter nodded: "Yes, sir. Should I call the boss and let him know?"

Shen Lang said, "No need, I'll just wait for her in the lobby."

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."

Shen Lang went up to the second floor on his own, then randomly found a seat by the window. He listened to the elegant music in the coffee shop, quietly watched the pedestrians on the street outside the window, and while waiting for Gu Qingqing, he also started his long-lost work.

"Little guy, search for tradable players nearby."

"Okay~ my dear master~" The little sprite flew out of the system space and sat on Shen Lang's shoulder as usual.

Thanks to Gu Qingqing's dedicated efforts, the little elf is now almost the size of a baby.

With the help of the little sprite, a batch of information quickly appeared before Shen Lang.

Interestingly, Shen Lang saw Li Boguang, a history professor, one of the tradable individuals he had discovered during his first visit to USTC.

Shen Lang initially chose not to do business with Li Boguang, but he later became Gu Qingqing's client.

After several twists and turns, Gu Qingqing successfully placed Li Boguang in the position of department head.

However, this guy hasn't even warmed up his seat as department head yet, and now he wants to become the department's party branch secretary.

Looking at Li Boguang's file, Shen Lang sighed, "Why are people's desires always endless? Once they get what they want, they want something even better. Isn't it better to be content with the status quo?"