Butler Chen, who appeared out of nowhere, was surprised to see the table full of takeout food: "Madam, you just had dinner, how come you're hungry so soon?"

Jiang Yunzhi warmly invited, "Would you like to eat together?"

Butler Chen refused, telling her that the staff at the villa had excellent food, a dedicated restaurant, and chefs who were all top-notch.

Jiang Yunzhi: "..."

After the late-night snack, she had the housekeeper show her around the villa.

I haven't had a proper chance to explore this place since I came here.

In addition to a luxury villa worth two billion, it also features a top-notch 24/7 medical team, a top-notch cleaning company, and internationally renowned security personnel.

If she divorces Yan Wenjing, everything here will be goodbye to her.

Jiang Yunzhi's desire to avoid divorce reached its peak.

She asked Butler Chen very seriously, "Is there any way to make Mr. Yan like me?"

Butler Chen said with a serious expression, "Madam, although you are very outstanding, if I may be so bold, the master may never fall in love with you in this lifetime."

The man who built the entire Yan family business empire had a heart as vast as a glacier. The more you knew him, the clearer you understood his rationality and ruthlessness.

"Just like your parents, their marriage was a business arrangement, and they never fell in love with each other until their deaths."

He thought Jiang Yunzhi would be angry because of his bluntness, but—

Jiang Yunzhi just smiled and said, "It's not like lovers like each other. I'm still aware of my own limitations."

"If people like me a little more than outsiders, that's enough."

If you like her a little more and spend more time with her, her little treasure trove will be full.

"Of course you can, madam. With your spirit, you'll succeed at anything."

Butler Chen gave her a lesson, and Jiang Yunzhi took out her notebook to write it down.

Yan Wenjing's interests, tastes, some lifestyle habits, taboos, etc.

Jiang Yunzhi looked at the notes and muttered, "Obsessive-compulsive disorder, sleep disorder, dislike of physical contact with people..."

Yeah, that's so domineering CEO stuff.

...

bedroom.

At his desk, Yan Wenjing sat back in his chair and rubbed his temples.

He then gripped the water glass tightly and strode out.

The door opened, and he paused.

The man's eyes were like a calm sea under the night sky.

Jiang Yunzhi pointed to the food cart: "Mr. Yan, I think you might be thirsty at this time. Here we have milk, juice and warm water for you to choose from."

"Milk," Yan Wenjing said calmly.

Jiang Yunzhi immediately handed it to him.

As Yan Wenjing took the cup, his fingertips accidentally touched the woman's hand, and he felt a slight electric current, which brought a tingling sensation.

It only lasted a moment.

The man's expression remained unchanged, only his voice was low and deep: "Thank you."

Jiang Yunzhi left after delivering the milk, leaving without a trace of her accomplishment, concealing her merit and fame.

This natural and well-timed concern did not provoke any resentment from Yan Wenjing.

However, he couldn't sleep that night.

Mingming finished work early and rested on both nights he was at the manor, and fell asleep more easily than usual.

Back at the villa, he fell back into sleep disorder.

Yan Wenjing leaned against the large bed, his eyes half-closed.

The bedside lamp shone precisely on his profile, one side bright, the other dark, making the man appear even more enigmatic.

As if struck by a thought, his gaze darkened for a moment.

Is it the smell?

The scent of roses emanating from Jiang Yunzhi.

I fell asleep to that smell both nights.

The next day, Yan Wenjing found the same shower gel as Jiang Yunzhi in his bathroom.

After taking a shower, I lay in bed, the scent of roses lingering around my nose.

Fresh, sweet, and inexplicably pleasant.

The clock struck 3:50 a.m.

Yan Wenjing opened his eyes, wide awake, a look of disbelief appearing in his eyes.

I failed to fall asleep.

The guess is wrong; it's not the fragrance that helps you sleep, it's...

An absurd thought flashed through my mind.