After following the police inside, they saw a strange man rummaging through something in the main courtyard.

The police immediately subdued the man and turned to ask Yan Qiao, "Do you know him?"

Yan Qiao confirmed it again and again, then shook her head.

"I don't know him, he must be a thief!"

The man, who had been restrained, immediately retorted, "I'm not a thief, my mom sent me here!"

Yan Qiao waved her hand, "How could that be? He doesn't even know you, how could he know your mother! Officer, he's a thief, please arrest him!"

The man was taken away by the police, muttering, "I'm really not a thief. I just came to Yancheng to stay with my mother and find a job!"

Upon hearing his words, a thought flashed through Yan Qiao's mind, but she couldn't quite grasp it and couldn't understand what it was.

It was almost noon when Yan Qiao took out her phone to order takeout.

She went over and asked Pei Jingzhan what he wanted to eat.

Pei Jingzhan raised an eyebrow, released the pen from his hand, and looked up at her.

"You mean all meals are provided, and that means I have to eat pre-cooked food?"

Yan Qiao: "...So what do you want to eat?"

A man earning only 2,800 yuan a month is being picky here!

"Fresh." Pei Jingzhan only used two words.

Yan Qiao said, "You want me to go out and buy groceries and cook?"

Pei Jingzhan thoughtfully offered a suggestion: "You can also hire a housekeeper to come and cook."

Yan Qiao rolled her eyes. "Where am I supposed to find a cook to prepare meals for you?"

Pei Jingzhan looked at her, and there it was, ready-made.

Yan Qiao chuckled, "Fine, come with me to the market to buy groceries, and I'll cook for you."

We'll invite another nanny over another day.

Pei Jingzhan closed his laptop, stood up, and took down the coat and scarf hanging on the back of his chair.

Yan Qiao put on her down jacket and shivered as soon as she opened the door.

"It seems a bit colder."

Pei Jingzhan hummed in agreement and tossed the scarf to her.

"Wearing it."

Pei Jingzhan wore no bright colors, mostly cool tones of black, white, and gray, even his scarf was black and gray, mixed with a refreshing minty scent.

Seeing that he didn't seem to feel cold, Yan Qiao put on the scarf without any qualms.

The courtyard house is surrounded by complete facilities, including large supermarkets and farmers' markets, all within walking distance.

At this time of year, the ginkgo trees are nothing but bare branches.

Despite the biting cold wind, Yan Qiao could still sense a touch of leisure.

Yan Qiao said, "I can't compare to those master chefs. I can only cook some home-style dishes. If you mind, we should order takeout as soon as possible."

Pei Jingzhan stood behind him carrying the things, saying, "Do as you please."

Yan Qiao then made a stir-fried pork dish, steamed egg, minced pork and tofu, and a green vegetable dish.

It's really home-style, but it's great with rice.

It was just a home-cooked meal, but the man across from me acted as if he were eating a Western meal with elegance and poise.

This was the first time Yan Qiao had ever cooked for a man alone, and it felt quite novel.

After finishing your meal, slowly brew a pot of tea, snuggle up indoors, and lazily watch the cold wind howl outside.

"Mr. Pei Bingjun, it's not unreasonable for me to cook and you to wash the dishes, is it?"

After finishing her meal, Yan Qiao felt a little sleepy, her voice slightly nasal as she nestled on the sofa, looking at the man opposite her.

Pei Jingzhan raised an eyebrow at her, "Wash the dishes?"

His hands have held pens, guns, and done many other things, but they've never washed dishes.

However, seeing that Yan Qiao was so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyes open, he unusually showed a kind heart.

"good."

He had only been in the kitchen for a short time when Yan Qiao was awakened by the sound of dishes breaking.

Yan Qiao quickly put on her shoes and ran inside. Pei Jingzhan rarely showed a hint of dishevelment, looking at the mess on the ground, helpless.

"Mr. Pei, if I may remind you, these bowls and chopsticks were just bought."

Pei Jingzhan slowly wiped his hands, "Perhaps I'm just not cut out for the kitchen."

Yan Qiao resignedly cleaned up the floor, saying, "Deduct two hundred from your salary!"

Pei Jingzhan: "..."

Can this last for another month?

At 2 PM, the furniture for Pei Jingzhan's room arrived.

Yan Qiao arranged for someone to put it in and move it around in the room.

I must say, the originally empty room actually looks quite presentable after being arranged like this.

Pei Jingzhan sat on the sofa with a relaxed expression, watching her act like a little housekeeper, and inexplicably felt very comfortable.

After tidying up the room, Yan Qiao asked Pei Jingzhan when he planned to move in.

Pei Jingzhan asked, "Where do you live?"

"Tian Tian should come over tomorrow to measure the area, so I'll probably stay here tonight."

"You're the boss, so naturally I'll follow you."

Yan Qiao nodded. "Do you need me to help you move your things?"

"Not much, no need."

Pei Jingzhan came out of the courtyard house with one hand in his pocket.

Thinking about this little girl, she's not actually that bad.

It's just that occasionally it can make people so angry they'll fly to heaven.

He walked out of the intersection, and the house next door had already been booked by Li Qiao. He and his driver were on standby at any time.

Once in the car, he took a business card out of his pocket.

Li Qiao immediately turned around, "Third Master, what is this? Did Miss Yan Qiao give it to you?"

Pei Jingzhan was noticeably different today than yesterday; he seemed much more relaxed.

But when he saw the words on the business card, Li Qiao immediately froze.

I was so angry I wanted to gouge my own eyes out—it was a men's health clinic's business card!

Li Qiao's heart skipped a beat as she looked at Pei Jingzhan, whose face was ashen, utterly astonished.

So, Third Master has this problem!

Oh no, oh no, will he be silenced?

"Third Master, you..."

Pei Jingzhan took a deep breath, suppressing his anger.

"This isn't mine, I'm not sick."

Thinking of the whispered conversation between Yan Qiao and the police, Pei Jingzhan laughed in anger.

This sounded like a blatant attempt to cover something up, but Li Qiao certainly didn't dare to refute it and just nodded haphazardly.

"I see."

Suddenly, she thought of Pei Jingzhan, who had lived for thirty years and was still single and aloof from women, and she felt a sudden realization that she had uncovered the truth.

After a long period of trepidation, he finally turned around and looked at Pei Jingzhan, who was radiating coldness.

"Third Master, you...please don't avoid seeking medical help, modern medicine is so advanced..."

"roll."

"Okay." He shut up.

After taking his things back to the courtyard, Pei Jingzhan strode forward, the cold wind lifting the hem of his coat.

Pei Jingzhan's face turned cold as he tossed the business card in front of Yan Qiao.

What does this mean?

Yan Qiao said sincerely, "My mom recommended him. She said this doctor is quite reliable."

Pei Jingzhan laughed angrily, "I'm not sick!"

Yan Qiao clicked her tongue. "I know. Drunk people always say they're not drunk. You men are just so proud. I won't laugh at you."

Pei Jingzhan gritted his teeth, "I'm really not sick!"

Yan Qiao thought for a moment, then asked mysteriously, "Have you ever been in a relationship?"

Pei Jingzhan was speechless. "It has nothing to do with this!"

He doesn't date because he doesn't believe in love, which is such an ethereal thing, and he doesn't believe that a momentary passion can sustain two complete strangers to grow old together.

He has no interest in women who see him as someone being sold off!

Not because he's incompetent!

Yan Qiao, however, had a "See? I told you so" look on her face. Being a single mother at thirty years old, who would believe that there's nothing wrong with that?