The car pulled into a supermarket parking lot, and the two of them got out and prepared to go upstairs.

Bai Mucheng pulled Ou Yan back and put a mask on his face. He's so good-looking, isn't he afraid of causing a commotion?

Ou Yan let Bai Mucheng do whatever she wanted. In the past, there were both men and women in the village, and many people coveted his appearance. He never hid his appearance when he went out.

Ou Yan knew he was good-looking, and this little woman was being too cautious; he wasn't some big star.

Bai Mucheng put another pair of sunglasses on him, so that only his general outline could be seen, little did she know that he looked even more handsome that way.

"Why don't you wait in the car, and I'll go buy whatever you want?"

Ou Yan crossed his arms. "What, you like me enslaving you so much? So you have masochistic tendencies."

Bai Mucheng ignored him and turned to leave. She almost twisted her ankle because she was walking too fast, and Ou Yan quickly helped her up.

"Aren't you tired wearing such high heels? Women are such troublesome creatures."

Bai Mucheng shook him off, "What do you know! This is called intellectual beauty. You're a man who only knows how to fight and kill. No wonder no woman would like you."

The two entered the store, which was crowded. Bai Mucheng had never been to a supermarket before; her assistant used to do all the shopping.

Watching Ou Yan make his selections with such air of importance, Bai Mucheng was very curious about what this man did for a living! He usually seemed quite fierce and didn't respect women.

Masks and glasses may conceal their appearance, but they cannot hide the air of nobility emanating from them, attracting the attention of many people along the way.

The woman was tall and slender, wearing a fiery red long dress that reached her ankles, and a pair of rhinestone high heels. Her wavy hair was casually draped to one side, and her curves were on full display.

The man is over 1.9 meters tall, with long, flaxen hair, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs; just looking at his silhouette makes him seem very handsome.

"Ou Yan, why did you buy so many groceries! I can't cook."

As Ou Yan walked, he answered, "I'm tired of takeout."

Bai Mucheng seemed to have thought of something! "You can cook?"

Ou Yan didn't answer and continued choosing ingredients. Bai Mucheng went over and selected her favorite dishes, stuffing them all into the shopping cart.

The two bought a whole car full of vegetables and fruits. When they got home, Ou Yan cooked three dishes and a soup, which amazed Bai Mucheng.

"Ou Yan, what do you do? You're not a chef, are you?"

Ou Yan smiled slyly, "Guess?"

Bai Mucheng didn't think it was likely. What chef would carry a gun when he went out? If we're talking about the underworld, who can compare to her godmother Su Ning's family? She had never heard of anyone with the surname Ou in the underworld.

Ou Yan's cooking was excellent, and Bai Mucheng ate until she was stuffed. She didn't know how long it had been since she had eaten so much.

After the meal, Ou Yan asked Bai Mucheng to wash the dishes. She was fine with eating, but Bai Mucheng refused to wash the dishes.

"Brother, how can you bear to ruin such a beautiful woman like me? I just got my nails done, and besides, I don't even know how to wash dishes."

Ou Yan glanced at Bai Mucheng. Hmm! She is pretty, but unfortunately she's a stupid beauty who can't do anything.

"Do you still want to eat my cooking in the future? If not, throw the bowl in the trash and I won't cook anymore."

"If you want to keep eating, hurry up and clean up and wash the dishes, or I don't mind making you wash them."

Bai Mucheng wanted to smash the bowl over his head. "You're threatening me again. It's just washing dishes. It's not like it's a big deal for me."

Soon, a crackling sound came from the kitchen. Ou Yan ignored it and walked up to Ou Yan with red eyes.

"My hand is bleeding."

Ou Yan pretended not to hear and continued playing with his phone, so Bai Mucheng raised the volume again.

"Ou Yan, my hand is bleeding, it hurts so much."

Ou Yan had never comforted a woman before. When he saw Bai Mucheng crying, he remained unmoved. It wasn't him who caused the bleeding, so why would he be able to make her better just by coming to him?