After swapping bodies, I became a domineering CEO in a melodramatic novel.

"Shut up," Qin Reng said impatiently. "Head up, stomach in, and walk steadily. Don't look like a drunkard."

Yu Yuetong followed his instructions and took a few steps, but she still felt awkward. Qin Reng couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to support her shoulders: "What kind of behavior is this? Look at me!"

He walked around with elegant steps, leaving Yu Yuetong speechless: "How...how can you be so skilled?"

"What's so difficult about that?" Qin Reng raised an eyebrow. "Do you think I haven't seen those socialites walk before?"

Yu Yuetong suddenly burst out laughing: "So you spend your free time studying how other people walk?"

"You!" Qin Reng's face turned red with anger. "I was trying to help you!"

"Okay, okay," Yu Yuetong said, suppressing a laugh, "then you can continue teaching."

Qin Reng took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to strangle her: "One more time."

Yu Yuetong tried a few more times and finally got it looking somewhat right. But just then, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

The two of them froze at the same time.

"Young Master?" the butler's voice rang out. "Aren't you resting yet?"

Yu Yuetong looked at Qin Reng, who quickly mouthed to her, "Let him go!"

“I…I’m working on some documents,” Yu Yuetong said in a low voice. “Don’t worry about me.”

"But Madam asked me to remind you that we need to visit the Old Madam tomorrow morning..."

Yu Yuetong looked at Qin Reng again, but he suddenly showed a hint of panic: "Oh no, I forgot about this."

"What do you mean?" Yu Yuetong asked in a low voice.

“Tomorrow is Grandma’s birthday,” Qin Reng said through gritted teeth. “You have to go, and… you also have to bring her her favorite dessert.”

"Snack? What snack?"

“Jadeite and white jade rolls,” Qin Reng said, “I make them for her by hand every year.”

Yu Yuetong's eyes widened: "You can make desserts?"

"Nonsense," Qin Reng glared at her, "The question now is, do you know how?"

Looking at Qin Reng's face, which was full of mockery, Yu Yuetong suddenly felt an urge to cry.

What a long night.

"No," Yu Yuetong honestly admitted, "I can even burn instant noodles."

Qin Reng closed his eyes, took a deep breath, as if suppressing something. After a while, he opened his eyes and said through gritted teeth, "Then I'll have to teach you."

"Now?" Yu Yuetong glanced at her watch. "It's almost midnight."

"Otherwise what?" Qin Reng had already stood up. "Make it tomorrow morning. Do you want Grandma to eat raw dough?"

Yu Yuetong reluctantly followed him to the kitchen. As they passed the housekeeper, she pretended to be calm and said, "I'm going to the kitchen to get some water."

The butler hesitated for a moment, but still respectfully withdrew.

In the kitchen, Qin Reng skillfully tied on his apron, his movements so elegant that Yu Yuetong found it unbelievable. He took out flour and other ingredients from the cupboard, saying as he prepared, "Watch closely, you'll be cooking later."

Yu Yuetong watched his slender fingers kneading the dough and couldn't help but sigh, "If your business rivals knew about your skills, they'd laugh their heads off."

"Shut up." Qin Reng didn't even look up. "This is between my grandmother and me."

Yu Yuetong suddenly fell silent. She remembered that in the original story, Qin Reng lost his mother at a young age and was raised by his grandmother. Every year on his birthday, the old lady looked forward to the desserts made by her grandson.

Looking at Qin Reng's serious profile, Yu Yuetong suddenly realized that this usually cold and aloof man also had an unexpectedly gentle side.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Qin Reng's voice interrupted her thoughts. "It's your turn."

Yu Yuetong stepped forward and tried to knead the dough like him. But her movements were too forceful, and the dough quickly became sticky and mushy.

"Go easy!" Qin Reng frowned. "Are you kneading dough or hitting a sandbag?"

"I'm already very light!" Yu Yuetong said aggrievedly, "This body is too strong."

Qin Reng sighed, stood behind her, and placed his hands over hers: "Follow my strength."

Yu Yuetong suddenly felt her whole body stiffen. Qin Reng's body was too close; she could even smell his faint perfume. Although this body was hers now, this intimate position still made her feel uncomfortable.

"Pay attention." Qin Reng seemed to notice her distraction, and his tone became even sterner.

Yu Yuetong forced herself to concentrate and followed his movements as he kneaded the dough. Gradually, the dough became soft.

"Not bad." Qin Reng rarely gave a compliment.

Just then, the kitchen door was suddenly pushed open. Han Shuang walked in carrying a cup, and upon seeing this scene, she was so surprised that she almost dropped the cup.

Han Shuang stood there, stunned, her eyes wide. Her son and daughter-in-law were making desserts in the kitchen in the middle of the night? And in such an intimate way?

Yu Yuetong frantically tried to break free, but Qin Reng remained unmoved. His hand was still on hers, and his tone was as calm as if he were discussing the weather: "Mom, still not asleep so late?"

"I...I'm just a little thirsty," Han Shuang stammered, her eyes darting back and forth between the two men. "What's going on between you two..."

“I’m making a jadeite roll,” Qin Reng said calmly. “Tomorrow is Grandma’s birthday.”

Han Shuang's expression softened instantly: "You still remember to make snacks for Grandma?" She looked at Yu Yuetong, "Yu Yuetong, are you here to help too?"

Yu Yuetong smiled awkwardly, unsure how to answer. She couldn't very well say that Qin Reng was teaching her how to make pastries, could she?

“She said she wanted to learn,” Qin Reng suddenly said. “So I’ll teach her.”

Han Shuang's eyes lit up: "Really?" She walked closer happily, "I knew Yue Tong was a good child. Reng'er, look how sensible she is, she even wants to learn this kind of thing."

Yu Yuetong felt even more uncomfortable. Qin Reng's hand was still on hers, and Han Shuang was watching with a smile. The scene was really too strange.

"Mom, you should go and rest first," Qin Reng said. "We'll go to sleep after we're done."

Han Shuang, however, looked excited: "No, no, no, I want to see too." She pulled up a chair and sat down. "You guys continue, just pretend I'm not here."

Yu Yuetong wanted to disappear into the ground. She could feel Qin Reng's body stiffen for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal.

“Then let’s continue,” he said, adding a bit more pressure to his grip. “Remember this pressure.”

Yu Yuetong had no choice but to grit her teeth and continue kneading the dough. Han Shuang watched with great interest, occasionally exclaiming in admiration, "Wow, you two are a match made in heaven, even your dessert-making is so harmonious."

Qin Reng suddenly coughed, his hands pausing. Yu Yuetong seized the opportunity to break free, pretending to reach for the proofing dough.

"Mom, what do you think of this dough?" she deliberately changed the subject.

Han Shuang leaned over to take a look: "Not bad, not bad, much better than the first time my son made it." She said with a smile, "Back then, Reng'er was only ten years old, and the pastries he made were as hard as rocks."