Beauty is a career, and she cherishes her face.

But who knew that not long after she put on the face mask, Ji Feihan walked in with a cold face.

Jiang Tian quickly said, "I'll go and peel off the face mask."

Ji Feihan stopped her: "Don't worry about me, you do your thing."

Ji Feihan glanced at Jiang Tian casually. She was wearing pajamas that revealed her arms and legs, and her hair had just been washed and smelled fresh.

She's already thirty-five, but she looks so young.

Since he had given the order, Jiang Tian naturally obeyed.

She lowered her head, and it was that introverted nanny again: "Mr. Ji, have you eaten?"

It hadn't been long since he got off work, and Jiang Tian guessed he hadn't eaten.

Ji Feihan shook his head.

Jiang Tian said softly, "Then wait a moment, I'll go wash up and cook for you."

"No need to trouble yourself."

Ji Feihan didn't realize that he still had an appetite despite his chaotic mind.

Surprisingly, Jiang Tian didn't listen to him. She quickly went into the bathroom, washed off the face mask, and then went into the kitchen. After busying herself for a while, she cooked him a bowl of hot noodles.

Ji Feihan looked at the noodles in front of him, still smelling of cooking, with a complicated expression.

"Eat it while it's hot, I'll clean it up later."

As a live-in nanny, Jiang Tian's job was to take care of Ji Feihan; it was her duty.

But that didn't stop Ji Feihan from overthinking things.

"Go to sleep, don't worry about me. I'll clean up after I finish eating."

"But--"

"There are no 'buts'."

"OK……"

After Jiang Tian left, Ji Feihan picked up his chopsticks, finished the bowl of noodles, and put it in the dishwasher.