Back in his courtyard, Yuan Zhao paused for a moment, then gave instructions to Linglong and Wenfeng:

"From now on, do not enter my room unless I give the order."

Wenfeng and Linglong exchanged a glance. Although they had some doubts, they still agreed.

"By the way, how is Jinzhu recovering these past two days?"

Yuan Zhao asked about the person he had brought back.

"She has recovered."

"I'll speak first," Wen Feng said.

Jinzhu wasn't seriously injured; she was mostly hungry.

"Does Miss intend to keep her as a maid?"

Ask the wind and ask the question.

Yuan Zhao shook his head:

"Bring her to see me tomorrow."

She did want to keep Jinzhu by her side, but Jinzhu had said that she would only stay with her for two years as a way of repaying her for saving her life.

After giving his instructions, Yuan Zhao pushed open the door and went into the room.

As soon as she entered, she was stunned to see that her room had many more things.

The teacups were replaced with the finest white jade, the table was replaced with the best sandalwood, and even the bed was replaced with golden nanmu wood.

Despite the commotion, not a single person in the mansion noticed it, which shows Rong Ruo's skill.

Upon entering the room, the aroma of top-grade white tea wafted over. The alluring yet extremely cold person was leaning back on the soft couch, sipping tea while flipping through a book in their hands.

Looking at his relaxed demeanor, Yuan Zhao had the illusion that he had entered the wrong house.

This jinx really doesn't consider himself an outsider at all.

She walked over with a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth and asked respectfully:

"The Supervisor is up so early today?"

He's already here before we've even had dinner yet, really...

Rong Ruo didn't even lift his eyelids, flipping through the book in his hands, and said calmly:

"You don't want to see me?"

Yuan Zhao's lips twitched slightly, and he forced a smile:

How could this be?

Rong Ruo then looked up at her. Seeing her pale lips and obviously bloodless face, he frowned. Yesterday, she had angered him, so he had deliberately tormented her.

Looking at that small frame, he wondered how long it could last. Thinking of this, he said:

"Serve the meal!"

Yuan Zhao: "..."

She was about to open the door to let Wenfeng go to the kitchen to prepare the meal when the door opened first. Rongruo's right-hand man, Qingzhu, came in with two eunuchs carrying food boxes and placed plates of exquisite food on the table in front of her.

Seeing Yuan Zhao's stunned expression, Qingzhu bowed to her and then respectfully left.

Rong Ruo put down his book and sat down. He looked up at Yuan Zhao, who was still standing there in a daze, and said unhappily:

"Do I have to pay for you?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Zhao snapped out of his daze and reflexively sat down.

Looking at Rong Ruo, who was eating slowly and methodically in front of her, she was somewhat dazed. She had never imagined that one day she would be eating at the same table as this ruthless star.

“If you look at me again, I will gouge your eyes out.”

Upon hearing this, Yuan Zhao immediately dared not look at Rong Ruo anymore and mechanically picked up her chopsticks to eat.

It has to be said that this scoundrel really knows how to enjoy life. These dishes are so much tastier than those made at the Zhou residence, and even Wen Feng's cooking skills can't compare.

Having spent a long time at Madam Zhou's place today, Yuan Zhao was already very hungry. And with such delicious food, she unknowingly ate two bowls of rice before stopping.

After she finished eating, she realized that Rong Ruo had stopped eating at some point and was looking at her.

Seeing her look over, a hint of disdain flashed in Rong Ruo's eyes:

"You eat so much, but you haven't gained any weight."

Yuan Zhao: "..."

She was so angry she almost laughed. Who was responsible for her frail health?

However, Rong Ruo clearly lacked this awareness, and he did not feel at all that it was because of him.

Seeing her looking over, Rong Ruo suddenly threw something into her arms.

Yuan Zhao looked down and discovered that it was the sachet he often wore.

She gave Rong Ruo a strange look. Was it what she thought?