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Chapter 820: The number one on the leaderboard is having trouble sleeping again tonight (22)

To be honest, she didn't actually intend for Bian Yan to be her slave; she just wanted to establish her own authority.

But now, on the second floor, looking at the floor that was even somewhat shiny, she couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Oh no, they actually hired a cow.

She comforted Xiaoyu, "It's okay, he can't cook, but you still have a chance to prove yourself."

Xiaoyu's eyes widened, brimming with tears: "Miss, you're lying."

Song Zhishu asked, puzzled, "He can't cook."

"You're lying!" Song Zhishu: ?

Perhaps she was judging by appearances, but Bian Yan looked like someone who could survive on just pancakes; it was really hard to believe he could cook.

She reassured Xiaoyu again: "Even if he can cook, he definitely won't be able to make the kind of food I usually eat."

Xiaoyu didn't say anything, but continued to look at her with a pained expression.

Song Zhishu felt a complex mix of emotions.

When Xiaoyu placed the fragrant, stomach-soothing porridge in front of her, she was dumbfounded.

Nobody told her about this.

She almost couldn't resist starting to eat right away, but she restrained herself and calmly looked at Xiaoyu: "I know, I feel sorry for you, but I think we can talk about ending the contract first..."

Xiaoyu: QAQ Song Zhishu was joking, of course. At least Xiaoyu is by my side, letting her know that giving a naive and innocent girl a job where she can eat and drink for free is a way of giving back to society.

But to be honest, she wasn't really willing to drink this bowl of porridge.

It doesn't seem like something Bianyan would do.

"My domineering CEO, why aren't you drinking? Didn't you say you'd make me your slave?"

A teasing voice came from behind her, and Song Zhishu immediately went on alert. She turned around after a while and saw Bian Yan with his long hair tied up and a half-smile on his face.

Xiao Yu reacted even faster than Song Zhishu, standing in front of Song Zhishu and directly helping Song Zhishu reject the attack on her appearance.

She admitted that she was stunned when she saw the assistant's face this morning, but she gradually realized something was wrong after seeing him working so hard.

Everyone's just here to freeload, why should they take her job? Bian Yan ignored Xiao Yu, his tall figure swaying, and walked straight past Xiao Yu to Song Zhishu's back, directly pressing down on Song Zhishu's stiff shoulder.

Song Zhishu had never been this close to anyone before, let alone had any physical contact with them.

She instinctively tried to shake him off, but found herself unable to move. A sense of crisis rose within her, and she could only comply with Bian Yan's wishes, letting him help her sit down in a chair.

Bian Yan's approach was a mix of coercion and enticement, not too forceful, but not at all suggestive; it was as if he was simply helping her to the dining table. Moreover, he maintained a perfect physical distance, ensuring she didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

He left as soon as Song Zhishu sat down, a smile always on his face: "Have a drink, Miss, try your personal assistant's cooking."

Looking at his exquisitely handsome face, Song Zhishu's resolve to resist to the death began to waver again. *Ahem*, although she didn't know what entanglement existed between them, he had kindly cooked for her, and even out of politeness, she couldn't refuse a meal he had painstakingly prepared.

So, with a forced expression, she picked up the spoon and took a sip.

The melt-in-your-mouth texture and the fragrant aroma of rice made her pause for a moment, then her eyes lit up, and she quickly and elegantly finished the bowl.

Xiaoyu, watching from the side: TAT

After finishing her drink, Song Zhishu patted her stomach, her face showing obvious satisfaction. The blue dress accentuated her beautiful features.

She said quietly, "I never expected you to have this trick up your sleeve."

In fact, Bian Yan was quite surprised by her reaction.

It had been so long since he'd done this, his technique was a bit rusty this morning. Come to think of it, he was a pampered person, and cleaning wasn't something he did often. But last night's tug-of-war with Bian Yan's controller had kept him up so late that he had no desire to sleep. Suddenly, he remembered Song Zhishu's arrogant way of making him do whatever he wanted for her, and finding it amusing, he got up in the middle of the night to start tidying up.

To be honest, organizing this kind of thing is quite interesting.

By the time he finished working to his satisfaction, it was already dawn.

At that moment, Xiaoyu was yawning as she got up, and she was almost blinded by the light from the floor as soon as she went downstairs.

She thought it was the fairy godmother appearing, and was almost moved to kneel down, when she saw Bian Yan coming out after rinsing the mop.

Eyes wide open.

Upon learning that all of this was done by the newly arrived personal assistant, and that he even asked if she needed him to cook, Xiaoyu, who had been infatuated with him, immediately felt a sense of crisis.

To demonstrate that she was the young lady's most trusted and best servant, she boasted that only she could make the stomach-soothing porridge that the young lady liked.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, surprised: "Does she like to drink stomach-soothing porridge?"

Xiaoyu puffed out her chest and said proudly, "Of course! Miss is very busy all day long and rarely has time to eat. She has a bad stomach and is also picky about food. She only eats the food I cook."

Bian Yan originally didn't intend to get involved, since there were already people specifically handling it.

But the very thing she said piqued his interest again.

He insisted on doing it.

However, he had no idea what Song Zhishu's tastes were like, and he didn't know if this meal would suit her taste.

He liked her very much.

It was as if it were destined.

When Bian Yan was grabbed by the collar at the milk tea shop and his emotions were running high, he took the lead.

He could easily crush the man's throat, but just as he was about to lash out, he heard someone call Bian Yan's name.

He turned around, her long hair falling down. He could only peek through the gaps, his eyes struggling to see her. He saw her coming towards him with her back to the sun, like a swaying rose, fragrant and bright.

She was bathed in light

It replaced the sun.

Although he didn't know where this feeling came from, it didn't stop him from feeling excited, even to the point of competing with Bian Yan for control.

However, he could tell that Song Zhishu was wary of an unknown stranger. He thought he would be indifferent, but it turned out that he was still unhappy.

Looking at the steaming bowl of porridge, he surprisingly felt a surge of anticipation.

Would you like this bowl of porridge if you could?

Even if you don't say it out loud, it's fine if he can tell.

But Song Zhishu praised him directly without any pretense, and even crossed her arms to look him over: "With such good skills, how come you live such a hard life?"

Even if Bian Yan is usually inside her body, it shouldn't be like this. Bian Yan doesn't seem like the kind of person who would tolerate his body being in such a state.