Upon hearing Ye Wenyao's words, Songzi said indifferently, "I've only met him a few times, I don't know him very well."

He knew that Ye Wenyao, being suspicious by nature, was doubting him.

However, he was upright and composed, showing no sign of guilt whatsoever.

He never thought of betraying Ye Wenyao. Ye Wenyao gave him his life, and he would be Ye Wenyao's man for the rest of his life.

Ye Wenyao stared intently at Songzi for a long time with his dark eyes, and only withdrew his gaze when he found nothing unusual.

He picked up his glass, took a small sip, and then said, "Wait a while. If there are no problems, give his family some money. If he betrays me, you know what to do."

Songzi nodded when she heard Ye Wenyao's words.

He understood what Brother Wen meant: if it was betrayal, then it would be to eliminate future troubles. He only hoped that Hua Zi would not betray Brother Wen.

He then respectfully said, "Okay, Brother Wen. I'll take my leave now."

Ye Wenyao nodded slightly, then stared at the wine glass, seemingly lost in thought.

Upon seeing this, Songzi left the room.

...

When Jian Yixue woke up from her nap, she found that Ye Mohan was not beside her, and knew that he had not returned yet.

She reached for her phone on the bedside table, glanced at it—it was almost ten o'clock—and opened the chat app, intending to send Ye Mohan a text message to ask if he was done with his work. But then she thought about it and, worried about bothering him, deleted the message she had already edited.

Her stomach rumbled at this inopportune moment. Jian Yixue rubbed her empty stomach and remembered that she hadn't eaten dinner yet, so she got up and went downstairs.

Lin's mother had already gone to bed by this time, so Jian Yixue went to the kitchen to make herself a bowl of noodles to tide her over.

While she was busy in the kitchen, Ye Mohan returned to the castle as dusk fell.

Just as he was about to go upstairs to see Jian Yixue, he heard a noise coming from the kitchen, and out of curiosity, Ye Mohan went over.

Then I saw Jian Yixue, wearing a white nightgown, busy in the kitchen.

Looking at this heartwarming scene before him, Ye Mohan smiled. This scene was just like the time when he came home as a child and saw his parents busy at work, and he was filled with memories.

His expression darkened slightly as he thought of something.

Mom and Dad, I've found the love of my life.

In a while, I will bring her to meet you.

Then Ye Mohan suppressed his emotions and walked into the kitchen. Jian Yixue, who was busy, noticed someone approaching from behind. Her eyes darkened, she picked up the wooden spatula in her hand, quickly turned around and hit the person.

When her gaze fell upon the man's face, Jian Yixue was startled and tried to withdraw her hand, but her brain reacted a beat too slowly, and the wooden shovel flew toward Ye Mohan's neck.

For a moment, Jian Yixue was filled with remorse.

Just as the target was about to be hit, Ye Mohan nimbly dodged to the side, narrowly escaping disaster.

Upon seeing this, Jian Yixue took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

He patted his chest, then, as if remembering something, looked at Ye Mohan who was right in front of him and said, "Why did you suddenly appear behind me? Do you know what would happen if I had a knife in my hand?"

Jian Yixue glared at Ye Mohan, her brows furrowed tightly.

Did he know that for an assassin, the most taboo thing is someone suddenly appearing behind them, and that assassins usually use lethal moves, aiming to kill, not just casual fighting?

It's also because she's slacked off in training over the years that her skills have deteriorated considerably. If it were during her heyday, Ye Mohan wouldn't have been able to dodge her at all.

Jian Yixue grew angrier the more she thought about it. She picked up a wooden spatula, turned around, and stirred the noodles, not wanting to look at Ye Mohan any longer. She was afraid that if she kept looking, she would be so angry that she would cry.

Ye Mohan was slightly taken aback when he saw Jian Yixue suddenly turn around after speaking, but then he understood.

He smiled faintly, a smile that seemed to contain a hint of doting and helplessness, and hugged Jian Yixue from behind.

Ye Mohan's breath, carrying a hint of warmth and humidity, gently brushed against Jian Yixue's neck, and Jian Yixue immediately felt a strange sensation rising from the bottom of her heart.

Then Ye Mohan's voice, filled with tenderness and affection, came through.

"Honey, are you worried about me?"

Jian Yixue rolled her eyes at Ye Mohan in her mind. "What do you think?"

Ye Mohan smiled upon hearing this, and even laughed out loud.

"Don't worry, your husband isn't that weak, you can't hurt me. I just suddenly thought of my parents when I saw you, and I couldn't help but want to come over and hug you."

Upon hearing Ye Mohan's explanation, Jian Yixue's original emotions vanished without a trace, replaced by a pang of heartache.

She knew that Ye Mohan, like her, had lost his parents at a young age and was raised by Old Master Ye.

He was raised as an heir from a young age, so it's not hard to imagine how much suffering he endured. The old man, being a strong, masculine figure, naturally wouldn't notice the emotional void in Ye Mohan's inner world.

In fact, Ye Mohan is just like her; deep down, they both value family ties extremely much, as can be seen from how much Ye Mohan cares for his grandfather.

Thinking of this, Jian Yixue could no longer bear to be angry with Ye Mohan. She put down the wooden shovel, turned around, and hugged Ye Mohan.

"Don't be sad. I will be with you from now on. You will no longer be alone."

Hearing this, Ye Mohan's eyes filled with tenderness, and a happy smile appeared on his lips. "Yes, I know."

Upon seeing this, Jian Yixue responded deeply to Ye Mohan's embrace.

After a long while, Jian Yixue remembered the noodles cooking in the pot, so she left Ye Mohan's embrace in the guest room, turned around and continued stirring the noodles.

Then, remembering that Ye Mohan had rushed out without eating, she turned around and asked, "Are you hungry? Do you want me to cook you something?"

Ye Mohan looked at the busy day with affection and nodded in reply, "Mm."

Upon receiving the response, Jian Yixue nodded and said, "Okay, then go to the restaurant and wait for me. I'll be there in a bit."

"I'll help you."

"No need, I've already prepared the side dishes and everything. Lin Ma gave me plenty of chicken soup, so I'll just cook some noodles. You can go and wait for me."

Jane said as she busied herself.

Seeing this, Ye Mohan did not insist any further. "Alright, thank you for your hard work, Xue'er." He then went to the restaurant.

Before long, Jian Yixue arrived at the restaurant carrying two bowls of fragrant and beautifully presented noodles.

He placed the noodles in front of Ye Mohan, then sat down beside him, looking expectant. "Try it and see if it's good."

"Xue'er's cooking is sure to be delicious," Ye Mohan said softly.

Jian Yixue wouldn't have it, and said coquettishly, "Try it first, don't just brush me off."

Ye Mohan smiled, his face full of doting affection, then picked up his chopsticks and savored the noodles.

Jian Yixue, standing to the side, looked on with anticipation and anxiety, eager to gain Ye Mohan's approval.

Seeing that Ye Mohan hadn't spoken for a while, he urged, "How is it?"