After the divorce, Mr. Gu spent every day at the crematorium.

Shen Yao looked around, but in the empty living room, there was no sign of Chu Yao.

Just as she was about to open the door and go out to see what was happening, a pair of icy hands quietly covered her eyes.

Shen Yao frowned, instinctively preparing to use her best technique: the over-the-shoulder throw.

Just then, pleas for mercy came from behind.

"Sister, it hurts!"

"Sister, it hurts!"

Upon hearing this voice, Shen Yao frowned slightly, turned around, and saw Chu Yao clutching her stomach with one hand and rubbing her wrist that Shen Yao had grabbed with the other, looking quite disheveled.

Seeing that he was alright, Shen Yao breathed a slight sigh of relief.

But the thought of his prank just now made her angry again.

"Can't you just lie down properly? Why do you have to make such a fuss!"

Chu Yao's face was pale. He slowly squatted down, groaning softly.

"Sister, I know I was wrong, please don't scold me anymore, okay?"

Seeing that he seemed to be in real pain, Shen Yao suppressed her temper, which was about to explode, and helped Chu Yao lie down on the sofa.

"Lie down and don't move. I'm going to check your wound."

This time, Chu Yao obediently lay down and even lifted his shirt, then asked in a boastful tone, "Sister, do you think my abs are good-looking? You can touch them."

Shen Yao was changing her wound and was so focused on it that she didn't notice the boy's abdominal muscles.

After being reminded like that, I took a special look.

The boy's skin was a sexy, healthy tan. His abs were well-defined and brimming with masculine energy.

An alluring mermaid-like abs, extending from the abdomen all the way down...

Shen Yao quickly averted her gaze, and calmly lifted the boy's gauze to take a look. "The wound hasn't reopened, it's just bleeding a little. I'll disinfect it again and change the gauze."

After saying that, he picked up the medicine box and skillfully applied the medicine and changed the gauze, without lingering on the boy's abdominal muscles at all.

"The bandage has been changed. Don't do any strenuous exercise for the next month, and try to keep the wound dry." Shen Yao gave the boy instructions in a rigid manner, just like a doctor in a hospital.

"Sister, this isn't a hospital, can't you be a little gentler with me?" Chu Yao complained.

Many women blushed and felt shy after seeing his Italian-sculpted mixed-race face and eight-pack abs.

Why is this woman in front of me like a block of wood or an ice cube, showing no reaction whatsoever to me?

“I’ve been very gentle. If I weren’t, I could have kicked you out right now. After all, this is my home, not a hospital.”

"Oh." Chu Yao obediently shut up.

Outside the window, the sound of the rain gradually subsided, with occasional flashes of lightning streaking across the night sky.

The kitchen echoed with the crackling sound of eggs being cracked into a hot oil pan.

Chu Yao, with his tall and slender frame, leaned back on the sofa, hugging a pillow. His emerald-green eyes were fixed on the woman's busy figure in the kitchen.

Having lived a life of pampered care by servants since childhood, he had never before been so eagerly waiting for a late-night snack, sitting in his tiny 60-square-meter room.

"Tomato and egg noodles, eat and then go to sleep. If you feel unwell tonight, knock on my door."

The woman wearing an apron brought a steaming bowl of fragrant tomato and egg noodles to Chu Yao.

Chu Yao looked down at the golden-brown fried eggs and the thick tomato soup, his Adam's apple bobbing.