She had no doubt that if Ye Mohan debuted, all other male artists would pale in comparison and have no chance of survival.

Ye Mohan smiled faintly, quite confident in his appearance. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he asked, "Compared to Youfeng?"

In that instant, Ye Mohan suddenly wanted to know her opinion of Youfeng.

I regretted it after saying it.

This seems like a bad thing, but once the words are spoken, there's no going back.

Jian Yixue's mind flashed to Youfeng's face, which was in no way inferior to Ye Mohan's, and after thinking for a while, she said, "Each has their own beauty."

"But in my eyes, my husband is my love, and naturally the most charming man in the world."

Jian Yixue was speaking from the heart.

Youfeng was indeed an extremely handsome man. If she hadn't met Ye Mohan, he would have been the most outstanding man she knew.

To her, Youfeng was like an older brother.

Ye Mohan was indeed the one she had chosen in her heart. Ever since she saw everything he had done for her in her past life, she had fallen completely in love with him.

From then on, there was no longer any chance to go ashore.

She loved Ye Mohan regardless of his appearance; she loved him as a person and for his genuine sincerity.

His appearance was at best a bonus.

Ye Mohan felt a warmth in his heart, and the smile on his lips was almost overwhelming.

He was satisfied with Jian Yixue's answer.

Ye Mohan pulled Jian Yixue into his arms and kissed her forehead. "Xue'er, you've won my heart."

Jian Yixue was so dizzy from the kisses that she suddenly felt something unusual behind her.

They immediately knew what it was and what the situation was.

Her face flushed red. "It's getting late, I'm getting up now." She hurriedly got up and escaped from Ye Mohan's embrace.

Watching that figure running so fast, Ye Mohan's smile grew even more doting, and a faint emotion welled up in his eyes.

...

When Jian Yixue finished tidying up and came out, Ye Mohan was already sitting on the sofa next to her, working.

A laptop rested on his lap, his slender fingers moving rhythmically across it.

When Ye Mohan caught a glimpse of Jian Yixue out of the corner of his eye, he stopped what he was doing and looked up.

Jian Yixue smiled slightly and said, "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

"I like everything Xue'er makes."

When it comes to food, Ye Mohan isn't very picky.

What's more, it was made by Xue'er herself.

Jian Yixue nodded, "Okay, then I'll go down."

Ye Mohan watched Jian Yixue leave before returning to his work.

...

In the kitchen.

Jian Yixue looked at the food in the refrigerator and took out some fresh fruits and vegetables from her spatial storage.

Seeing that there was still a black-boned chicken in the refrigerator, and thinking of someone who had been working too hard these days, I decided to make him some chicken soup to nourish him, and also add a few herbs that nourish yin and kidneys, making it an absolutely nourishing soup.

When Ye Mohan finished his work and came downstairs to find Jian Yixue, he could smell the aroma wafting from the kitchen from afar, with a faint hint of medicinal fragrance mixed in.

Ye Mohan felt a warmth in his heart as he watched Jian Yixue busy in the kitchen.

This is what home feels like.

After many years, he felt genuinely happy to have such warmth again.

When Jian Yixue turned around, she saw Ye Mohan standing in a daze at the kitchen door, and a sweet smile suddenly appeared on her face.

Are you done with your work?

Ye Mohan snapped out of his daze and replied, "Mm."

"Help me take this soup over, and I'll stir-fry some vegetables so we can eat together." Jian Yixue handed the ceramic pot to Ye Mohan.

Ye Mohan took the porridge and carried it to the restaurant.

Looking at the simple home-cooked meal laid out on the table, a soft look suddenly appeared in her eyes.

This kind of life touched his heart.

Even though he held a high position, what he longed for most was the life of an ordinary couple.

Soon, Jian Yixue came out carrying a plate of vegetables.

"Let's eat! Try my cooking. It's been a long time since I've cooked. I wonder if my skills have become rusty."

"I like everything Xue'er makes." Ye Mohan picked up his chopsticks, ready to taste it.

Suddenly, Jian Yixue thought of something and slyly ladled a bowl of chicken soup for Ye Mohan.

"Have some soup first, I made it especially for you."

Ye Mohan, unsuspecting, took the drink and drank a few sips.

His brows furrowed suddenly; he seemed to taste the medicinal herbs.

"Are there any medicinal herbs added to this?"

Ye Mohan asked in confusion.

"Yes, I added some good stuff inside. Don't worry, it'll definitely be good for you." Jian Yixue nodded, looking at Ye Mohan with a mischievous smile.

Suddenly, Ye Mohan realized something.

"Wife, are you sexually frustrated? Is it because your husband isn't satisfying you? How about we..."

A wicked smile on his face.

Jian Yixue's face stiffened, and she quickly shook her head to refuse, "No, no. I'm hungry, I'll eat first."

After saying that, he quickly picked up his chopsticks.

What? She's doing this for his health.

She wouldn't give her recipes to anyone who wanted them.

Seeing Jian Yixue like this, Ye Mohan's smile grew even wider.

He put down the bowl in his hand, walked to Jian Yixue's side, leaned down and kissed her without saying a word, then picked her up and carried her to the living room.

Jian Yixue was only pretending to eat, and this sudden change startled her.

"What are you going to do?" Jian Yixue's wariness was obvious.

Ye Mohan's lips curled up. "How about I prove to my wife that my body is in good shape?"

Jian Yixue felt a wave of exasperation washing over her. She shouldn't have said that; now she'd gotten herself into trouble.

"Um... can I take back what I just said?" Jian Yixue asked, feigning surrender.

"No, it's too late."

Before Jian Yixue could refuse, Ye Mohan placed her directly on the sofa and bent down...

...

afterwards.

When Jian Yixue woke up, she felt sore all over and weak in her hands and feet.

With her head resting on Ye Mohan's arm, Jian Yixue gave this insatiable wolf a resentful look.

Ye Mohan smiled without saying a word, his face clearly showing his satisfaction.

Jian Yixue, on the other hand, was full of dissatisfaction.

At that moment, my stomach started growling.

When Jian Yixue saw that Ye Mohan had seen her in such an embarrassing state, her face suddenly turned bright red.

She doesn't know what time it is now; she hasn't eaten anything since this morning.

Even before I could even touch my chopsticks, it was...

Thinking of this, she reached out and pinched the flesh on Ye Mohan's waist.

If it weren't for him, she wouldn't be in such an awkward situation right now.

Ye Mohan's lips twitched, and his waist throbbed with pain.

"Let's go out to eat."

After their exercise, the food they had prepared had gone completely cold and was definitely no longer edible.

Although Jian Yixue didn't want to pay attention to Ye Mohan, her stomach kept protesting, so she had no choice but to nod in agreement with Ye Mohan's words.