"Massage?" The butler frowned.
He was just about to speak.
That's impossible; the young master won't let anyone touch him.
But then she suddenly remembered how the young master had been held in Shen Zhiyi's arms just now, and how she had left him alone in the room... These words stuck in her throat and she couldn't say them.
“Yes, a massage.” Shen Zhiyi nodded.
“I just checked, his muscles are not necrotic or atrophied.”
"The lack of sensation may also have psychological reasons."
“I heard that he was injured because he resisted women, so accepting a woman’s touch again might greatly alleviate his symptoms.”
She smiled and said, "I have studied muscle relaxation therapy and I am confident that I can help him clear his meridians and restore some sensation in his legs."
The housekeeper was somewhat agitated.
But after a short while, his expression darkened again.
“Even if you really have a way, it won’t help.” He sat down opposite Shen Zhiyi and sighed. “Young Master won’t let you go up to the second floor anymore.”
Shen Zhiyi turned her head and looked upstairs.
"Then let's find a way to get him down."
“Or…” she turned her head, a smile blooming on her lips, “let him take the initiative to ask me to go up.”
*
The next morning.
As usual, the housekeeper delivered breakfast to the second floor.
Fu Yinzhou wakes up very early and usually doesn't have much of an appetite, so his breakfast is always very simple.
This time, however, there was an extra serving of sweet soup.
Fu Yinzhou was not very interested and, as usual, only tried a little of each.
"You don't need to prepare so much in the future."
He opened the lid of the sweet soup, put a spoon in and stirred it, "What a waste of food."
"Yes, young master."
The butler looked at him with a kind expression.
Who would have thought that this hot-tempered and extreme young master would like to eat sweets?
However, the young master was very restrained.
Even with sweets, I only eat a little bit each time.
So apart from him, not many people know this little secret.
Fu Yinzhou took a sip of soup.
The spoon rested on his lips.
He swallowed the soup, lifted his eyelids, and glanced indifferently at the butler.
The butler immediately looked away.
"This crystal chandelier looks like it hasn't been cleaned in a while. Hmm, I need to get someone to clean it..."
He muttered to himself.
Fu Yinzhou lowered his head and quickly took another sip.
When the butler turned around, Fu Yinzhou had already picked up a handkerchief and was slowly wiping his mouth.
The housekeeper went to serve the dishes.
His gaze fell upon the completely empty soup bowl, and his pupils trembled.
Young master...did you finish it all?!
He held the plate, staring blankly, almost walking with his hands and feet moving in unison.
"Wait a minute." Fu Yinzhou suddenly called out to him.
The butler turned around.
Fu Yinzhou shifted his gaze to the wall clock and said calmly, "Deliver another serving of the sweet soup this afternoon."
The butler's pupils gradually dilated.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the empty bowl on the plate.
Suppressing her excitement, she looked up with a regretful expression and said, "I forgot to tell you, young master, this soup was made by Shen Zhiyi just for fun. I accidentally took the wrong one just now..."
"She was afraid you'd be angry, so she said she'd never go into the kitchen again."
Which woman did it?
Fu Yinzhou paused for a moment, then frowned. "Then let her go into the kitchen and make another one."
"Young Master," the butler said with difficulty, "Although you agreed to let her into the kitchen, Shen Zhiyi said that she didn't make the soup well."
"If you want the most delicious taste, she has to bring it up herself and add something to it in front of you before you drink it."
"Otherwise, she would just be trying to fool the young master with a defective product again; she doesn't have the guts for that."
Fu Yinzhou's brows were so furrowed they could have crushed a fly.
Is it really that complicated to just have some soup?
but……
The aroma of the soup seemed to linger on his lips and teeth.
His Adam's apple bobbed.
It tastes this good even when just making it for fun. If I follow her method, it will taste even better than before...
He suddenly stopped thinking.
This woman is up to her old tricks again.
Did she want to trick him into going upstairs to get closer to her?
Ha, she's dreaming!
"Then I won't drink it. Get out." He waved his hand coldly.
"Yes." The butler's expression remained largely unchanged.
Because everything unfolded just as Shen Zhiyi had predicted.
He left silently and closed the door behind him.
Around 11 o'clock, Fu Yinzhou came out of the music room, turned his wheelchair, and slowly walked down the corridor.
A sweet, warm aroma suddenly wafted from downstairs.
It smells like some kind of dessert.
The taste is even more enticing than the sweet soup I had in the morning.
He brought the wheelchair to a stop.
He stopped in the middle of the corridor with a stern expression.
A chorus of praise came from below.
"Oh my! Zhiyi, this smells so good!"
"Let me have some!"
"I was here first! You go behind me in line!"
"I just helped Zhiyi with the food, so I should eat first!"
Immediately afterwards, he heard a sweet female voice.
Its aroma is just as good as this dish.
"Don't worry, everyone, we have them all."
"However, this portion needs to be set aside separately; I made it especially for the young master."
Her voice sounded somewhat sad, "However, I'm clumsy, and it seems the young master doesn't want to see me..."
"I wonder if there will be a chance for the young master to taste my cooking."
"I only wanted to cook for him."
Fu Yinzhou's gaze narrowed slightly.
The sharpness of her jawline had faded a bit, and her lips weren't pressed as tightly as before.
Just as her eyebrows twitched slightly, she heard the bodyguard's loud laughter coming from downstairs.
"Zhiyi, the young master doesn't like you, so don't bother going there to make a fool of yourself."
"He definitely won't eat these."
"Give it to me, I like you."
Fu Yinzhou's expression suddenly turned cold.
He pulled out his cane and slammed it on the ground. "Butler!"
The downstairs area fell silent instantly.
The butler suddenly appeared from some corner.
"Young Master! You wanted to see me?"
Fu Yinzhou remained expressionless, but his eyes were filled with a cold, icy light as he said coolly, "I hired bodyguards not so they could eat during work hours."
"If you have so much free time, you might as well open it sooner rather than later."
The butler wiped away a bead of cold sweat.
"yes."
"I will definitely give them a good scolding."
Fu Yinzhou turned his wheelchair around and, before leaving, said, "Have Shen Zhiyi bring what she made up here to see me."
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