The next morning.

Ji Fuying was awakened by kisses. The man was still happily lying on top of her. Didn't he need to sleep all night?

She'd been shouting all night, and her voice was completely hoarse. "What time is it? Good heavens, is this my hoarse voice?"

She glared at the man, got out of bed, went into the bathroom, and locked the door. If he came in again, he wouldn't be leaving the house today.

Ji Yan twisted the doorknob, chuckled, and thought that this would keep him out; he was too naive.

But he didn't go in; instead, he turned around and went to the bathroom outside to wash up.

Twenty minutes later, the two met at the door and got into the Maybach together.

On the top floor of the Ji Group building, a helicopter was already waiting. Ji Fuying was extremely envious. Is this the treatment of a CEO?

Could she one day kick Ji Yan out of office and take the position of president of the Ji Group, then make this man obey her every command?

"Hahaha."

On the helicopter, Ji Fuying chuckled as she thought about it, completely unaware that Ji Yan was looking at her with a probing gaze.

"What's so funny? Tell me about it," the man chuckled and whispered in her ear.

"Did I... laugh? You're mistaken." Ji Fuying leaned back in her chair, looking at the scenery outside. Well, at this height, there really wasn't much to see.

Ji Yan straightened her body with both hands, looking roguish, "So, are you going to tell me, or will you turn into a hoarse voice again?"

Her smile just now was clearly malicious, and it was probably directed at him. If she wouldn't say it, he had a hundred ways to make her.

Ji Fuying rolled her eyes and said, "I was thinking that the benefits of being a CEO must be really good, is this not allowed?" Whether you believe it or not is none of my business.

Ji Yan looked at the arrogant woman and really couldn't do anything about her. "I didn't sleep well last night, so I'll rest for a bit now."

Ji Fuying hummed in agreement and leaned back in her chair to rest. A large hand wrapped around her waist, and she lay down on a pair of strong thighs.

The man was handling official business on his phone while gently patting her back to lull her to sleep.

Ji Fuying felt a strange sweetness in her heart, and a faint smile appeared on her lips as she drifted off to sleep.

When she woke up, she was already lying in a bedroom of over 100 square meters. She got up, put on her shoes, and went to the balcony.

Below the balcony stretched the boundless sea. The temperature in City A was a bit lower than in City Z. Ji Fuying hunched her shoulders, feeling a little cold.

"Awake? Are you hungry?"

A warm chest pressed against her back, she was tightly wrapped in a dark suit, and the man's voice was so pleasant that she couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality.

Ji Fuying turned around to face him, nestled her whole body into his arms, and looked up at his sharply defined jawline.

Wow, is such a face really something a human could have? She couldn't help but tiptoe and kiss that smooth chin.

Ji Yan's eyes changed instantly. This was the first time he had seen such a proactive woman. He had to do something beautiful during this wonderful moment.

"Looks like you're hungry." He placed a large hand on the back of her head and lowered his head to kiss her red lips.

"Ji Yan...no!" This damn stallion, how can she have such stamina? Doesn't she need to rest?

She protested silently, but to no avail. For the first time, she had the thought that her period should come soon.

Perhaps her body heard her inner cry, because when Ji Yan wanted to have sex a second time, she felt a warm current flow from below her.

My period has really started.

Her face flushed red with embarrassment, and she didn't know how to start the conversation. There were only two people in the villa at this time, so she definitely couldn't go. Should she let Ji Yan go instead?

A cold, aloof man going to buy sanitary napkins—the scene is undeniably bizarre.

But she still tentatively asked, "Ji Yan, I think I've started my period."

"Which one?" The man didn't react for a moment and asked back.

Ji Fuying closed her eyes and cursed inwardly. They were so eager when they wanted it, but they don't even know what it is.

He doesn't even understand the most basic principle of gratitude. Um, that analogy seems a bit off, but whatever, he's just heartless.

"It's what women get every month." If she still doesn't understand even after explaining it so clearly, she might as well jump into the sea.

"I understand." Thankfully, he understood, so she didn't have to jump into the sea. Ji Yan took the keys and went out the door.

Ji Fuying stared blankly at his back. Shouldn't he have asked someone to buy it? Where was he going?

Twenty minutes later.

Ji Yan returned carrying large and small bags. He handed the bags to Ji Fuying and then turned to go downstairs.

Ji Fuying grabbed a bag and went into the bathroom. Ten minutes later, she came out looking refreshed.

After going downstairs, I searched the lobby but couldn't find Ji Yan. Where did he go?

Suddenly, a slight noise came from the kitchen. She followed the sound and approached the kitchen. Through the transparent glass door, she saw Ji Yan wearing an apron. He was cooking.

It wasn't mealtime yet, but the fact that he could cook still surprised her. Who would believe that the aloof and indifferent Kyoto goddess could cook?

Ji Yan glanced back at her and smiled gently, "Sit and wait a moment, it'll be ready soon." Then he continued what he was doing.

No wonder people say men are most handsome when they're working or cooking; this scene really makes your heart race.

She retreated to the dining table and waited patiently. Five minutes later, a bowl of goji berry, brown sugar, and egg soup was served to her.

"Drink it while it's hot, does it hurt your stomach?"

"It doesn't hurt." Not every woman experiences pain during her period. She scooped up a spoonful and gently brought it to her lips. The sweetness was just right; it tasted good.

She quickly drank half a bowl, and when the bowl was almost empty, her face suddenly turned red and white, looking particularly unpleasant.

How did he know that women experience menstrual cramps? Why did he know how to make brown sugar and egg soup?

The soup, with its perfect balance of sweetness and mildness, was clearly not the first time he had cooked it; rather, he was very skilled at it. So, who was the woman who made him so skilled?

Is it Song Yuxi?

"Is it not good?" Ji Yan looked at the bowl of soup with doubt. Xing Chu had never said it was not good, so the taste should not be too bad.

"It's delicious, you..."

She lowered her eyes, still lacking the courage to ask. What good would it do to know? Everyone has a past. If she decided to accept him, she had to accept his past as well.

"Hmm, what do you want to say?" He reached out and gently massaged the woman's stomach.

"Ji Yan, do you want to know my secret?" The woman's tone was extremely serious. Since she had chosen him, she was willing to entrust everything to him.

She continued, "How about we exchange your secrets, so that neither of us can hide anything from the other?"

Ji Yan stopped what he was doing and looked at her with a complicated expression. She wanted to know something, and she was even willing to exchange her own secret for it.