A pond full of blooming flowers, an ultimate addiction.

Uncle Wang drove the car into the villa, and Chi Ruiche carried her into the living room, with Youming following behind carrying a suitcase.

"I think I'll stick to the wheelchair," Jiang Yi said, patting his shoulder.

"Sorry, it's too late now." Chi Ruiche stared intently at the girl in his arms, her cheeks flushed like apples, her eyes sparkling, he was somewhat intoxicated.

Chi Ruiche had arranged for the servants to clean the room inside and out beforehand and brought the luggage in: "Stay in the same room as last time. I'll take you to rest for a while."

"Che, I want to take a shower first." Jiang Yi felt sticky and uncomfortable.

"Don't let water touch the wound."

"I'll shower quickly, just a quick rinse." Jiang Yi sat on the edge of the bed, holding Chi Ruiche's hand, pouting.

His lips were slightly pouting, rosy, and his gaze was tender as he bent down to kiss her. His kiss was gentle and affectionate, carrying a hint of sweetness that made her feel intoxicated.

Jiang Yi would blush with embarrassment at his unexpected kisses, obediently closing her eyes. She forgot to think and instinctively wanted to hug him.

The two embraced, their fragrant tongues lingering on each other in a passionate and ardent kiss, greedily inhaling her scent—the woman he had longed for day and night.

"You're not allowed to wash your hair. I'll wrap it in plastic wrap and you can wash it while sitting down. Call me when you're done." Chi Ruiche reluctantly pulled away from her lips, her rosy cheeks making him extremely satisfied.

Jiang touched her lips. Every time she succumbed to his kissing skills, every time he made her feel dizzy. Had he practiced this before?

"Wait for me." Chi Ruiche asked Aunt Wang to get some plastic wrap, then carefully knelt down and wrapped it around her ankles several times, before gathering her long hair. He then carried her into the bedroom.

"Do you have to go to such lengths? You used up the whole roll of cling film, you practically wrapped it around half your leg." Jiang Yi was both amused and exasperated, as the woman was wrapped up so tightly she looked like a rice dumpling.

"It's better to be on the warmer side." Chi Ruiche placed the chair under the showerhead. "Hang the towel on the wall. Call me when you're done, and I'll carry you out."

"it is good."

Jiang Yi quickly washed up, dried her face, wrapped herself in a towel, and called out towards the door.

Chi Ruiche opened the door, the heat dissipated, his hair was slightly damp on his forehead, his cheeks were rosy, and his skin was as white as snow. The towel on his chest hung down to his knees, the soft white fabric peeking out from under his clothes, like a delicate flower, which made him even more fascinated.

"Ahem, put the clothes by the bed." Chi Ruiche coughed lightly, swallowed, and tried to hide his panic.

"Mmm." Jiang felt her cheeks turn even redder; Chi Ruiche had been staring at her, completely lost in thought.

Chi Ruiche held her without looking at her, handed her the hot water he had poured, and then stood outside the door to wait.

After Jiang Yi changed, Chi Ruiche came in. Looking at Jiang Yi lying down obediently, he patted her head and said, "Take a nap and relax. I'll take you out to eat tonight."

"Stay with me, okay?" Jiang Yi held his little finger, a flash of fear crossing her eyes.

"Okay. I'll change my clothes." After changing, Chi Ruiche put his arm around Jiang Yi, who instinctively hugged him tighter, wanting to feel more at ease that way.

Chi Ruiche sensed something was off about her. She tried her best to hide it, but he still caught a glimpse of her unusual emotions.

Jiang Yi couldn't sleep well on the plane, but she forced herself to stay awake. In Chi Ruiche's arms, feeling his body temperature and absorbing his unique scent, she fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at her sleeping face, he brushed aside a strand of hair. "Yiyi, what can I do to make you rely on me like before, to be willing to share your joys and sorrows? I'm not afraid of you causing me trouble, but I'm afraid you'll bear the pain alone so as not to bother me." Chi Ruiche's eyes were filled with deep concern and unease, and a feeling of heartache shrouded his pupils like a shadow.

Chi Ruiche covered himself with the blanket and left the bedroom. Youming knelt on the ground floor, awaiting Chi Ruiche's punishment. Chi Ruiche ordered everyone to have the day off, his gentleness gone, and looked down at Youming.

"I'll give you a chance." Chi Ruiche was dressed in his pajamas, but his eyes were sharp, as if everything was under his control.

Youming knew he couldn't hide it from Chi Ruiche any longer; Lin Kai would inevitably be exposed. President Chi had ordered him to follow Miss Jiang's instructions, and he was loyal to Chi Ruiche. If something went wrong in the future, he wouldn't survive either.

“Ms. Jiang went to the second floor for rehabilitation alone. I saw that it was almost time and she hadn’t come down yet when I saw her collapse on the landing in the middle of the stairs. When she woke up, she asked me to pull up the surveillance footage of the time of the incident, and I made a backup.”

Chi Ruiche took Youming's phone. There were two videos. In one, Jiang Yi had his back to the monitor. Was this boy Li Yue? No, he had seen Li Yue's photos; the boy in the video looked about 70-80% like him. Then, Jiang Yi fainted and fell down the stairs, and the boy hurriedly brushed past Youming.

"Let them investigate and find the person in the video." Chi Ruiche realized that Jiang Yi's presence in New Zealand had been exposed, and that this person had appeared on purpose. If that were the case, there must be a huge conspiracy hidden inside.

"Okay, what about Miss Jiang?" Youming didn't dare to act rashly.

"Just do as she asks, don't tell her about today's conversation." She was determined to keep it a secret, so he played along, pretending not to know. Chi Ruiche lit a cigarette and exhaled smoke.

Jiang Yi fell into a dream, her hands unconsciously gripping the blanket tightly. This time, Li Yue stood in the corridor, a knife stuck in his chest. He was clearly laughing, a low, terrifying laugh like a demon returning from hell, "You killed me, it was you."

"That's not how it is." Jiang Yi was so frightened that she tried to back away, but her legs were firmly held in place. She leaned against the wall, clutching her chest, and felt that she was having difficulty breathing.

Li Yue seemed to want to drag her into an abyss of sin: "You're the one who deserves to die." His distorted face began to melt, and Li Yue reached out to grab her neck.

With a scream, Jiang Yi woke up from her dream. Chi Ruiche rushed into the room. Jiang Yi sat blankly on the bed, her eyes empty, large tears dripping onto her hands. She was breathing intermittently. She got up from the bed, but the pain in her ankle pulled her back to reality. She stared blankly at her still trembling hands.

"Yi-yi," Chi Ruiche called softly, carefully sitting down beside her and taking her hand.

“Li Yue shouldn’t have died. That knife was originally meant for me.” Jiang Yi’s mental state collapsed when she saw “Li Yue”, and she remembered details she had forgotten in her dream.