After the divorce, the CEO's ex-wife deeply regretted her actions.

Cheng Qingyue remained where she was, pouting, watching Chen Yun's departing figure, feeling both anxious and angry.

Since I met Chen Yun, we've gone from not knowing each other at the beginning to sharing every little thing we've done together.

She felt as if her life was already filled with traces left by Chen Yun.

He cured his father's illness, destroyed the Chen family, killed Lu Shouyi, fought the battle of the Yunhang Grandmasters, and is now at odds with the Rong family.

The Cheng family and Chen Yun were now tightly bound together, and her heart was firmly embedded in Chen Yun's.

Cheng Qingyue was right. With her status, family background, and position, what kind of man couldn't she find?

She didn't care at all about the sarcastic remarks of that so-called female classmate. After all, with her abilities, she could never lack men if she wanted to!

However, Cheng Qingyue still agreed to attend that classmate's wedding and even planned to ask Chen Yun to play the role of a fake boyfriend.

why?

Because she wanted to seize this opportunity, this chance to make Chen Yun her boyfriend.

So what if it's fake?

Perhaps this will be her only chance in this lifetime?

Cheng Qingyue took a step and followed Chen Yun over.

The villa's bedrooms are quite large; even Chen Yun's room alone covers nearly one hundred square meters.

When Cheng Qingyue reached the door, she immediately took in the entire bedroom scene.

The room was quite clean and tidy. The blankets were folded like tofu blocks, the books on the desk were neatly arranged, and the floor was spotless, faintly reflecting a glimmer of light.

"What are you doing here?" Chen Yun was about to lie down on the bed to rest when he saw Cheng Qingyue standing at the door.

"What's wrong? I was just looking. Is it illegal?" Upon hearing the voice, Cheng Qingyue walked directly into the bedroom and then sat down on the sofa opposite the bed.

"What's so interesting about a bedroom? I want to sleep, so get out of here." Chen Yun shook his head helplessly.

"Let me see if you've done anything naughty." Cheng Qingyue pouted, walked to the trash can, and looked inside seriously. "There's no toilet paper? Aren't they saying that there's plenty of toilet paper in the trash can if a guy lives alone?"

The trash can was clean; there wasn't a single piece of trash in it.

Chen Yun laughed: "Where did you learn all this stuff in your day? As the eldest daughter of the Cheng family, can't you look at something serious?"

"Alright, go ahead and look if you want, but get out of here right now, I'm going to sleep."

After saying that, Chen Yun lay down on the bed, fully clothed.

There's no need to cover yourself with a blanket, as the air conditioning in the villa is on 24 hours a day, so even in winter, it's not cold at all.

In fact, with Chen Yun's martial arts prowess, he only needs to circulate his spiritual energy to cultivate and conserve his energy; the act of sleeping is no longer necessary.

But he still maintained this habit; eating, drinking, defecating, and sleeping are things that a normal person cannot do without.

When he was living with Wang Ziyue, Chen Yun would take a nap after finishing the housework. For him, it was a very relaxing thing.

Cheng Qingyue didn't go out. She quietly sat on the sofa, hugged a soft cushion to her chest, and then gazed quietly in Chen Yun's direction.

I gazed quietly into his eyes, his lips, his cheeks, imagining Chen Yun's past in my mind...

There was no ambiguity, no disturbance, nothing superfluous. The room was extremely quiet. Seeing that Cheng Qingyue really didn't make any movements and just sat there quietly, Chen Yun stopped insisting on driving Cheng Qingyue away. His breathing gradually became steady, and he slowly drifted into sleep. He had always been a light sleeper. If Cheng Qingyue made any other movements or even the slightest sound, Chen Yun would immediately wake up.

However, Cheng Qingyue simply sat quietly on the sofa and watched Chen Yun.

About half an hour later, a light drowsiness came over her, and Cheng Qingyue gradually turned her head and fell asleep.

The room was silent, with a man and a woman sleeping in their respective corners, undisturbed.

......

"Chen Yun?" Cheng Qingyue opened her eyes groggily, the pillow in her hand was slightly wet. Her pretty face flushed slightly, and she wiped her mouth embarrassedly before turning her gaze to the bed.

The place was deserted; it seemed Chen Yun had already left long ago.

Cheng Qingyue jumped up from the sofa and began calling out, "Chen Yun? Chen Yun?"

He seemed rather flustered.

"You're awake? Come and have lunch." Chen Yunping's gentle voice came from the living room outside.

Cheng Qingyue followed the sound and walked outside.

I immediately spotted the two plates of fried rice with eggs on the table.

It was a very ordinary meal, but the eggs were bright yellow, and a faint aroma wafted in the air, tempting Cheng Qingyue's slightly greedy mouth.

What time did you wake up?

The dignified eldest daughter of the Cheng family hurriedly walked to the dining table, picked up a plate of fried rice, and began to eat it without any manners.

As soon as she took a bite of the food, Cheng Qingyue paused, her eyes wide with surprise. "You made this? It's so delicious!"

After saying that, Cheng Qingyue picked up her rice bowl and started eating heartily.

Chen Yun said, "Not bad... I don't really like eating takeout. I used to research recipes myself when I had free time. I'm not kidding, but my cooking skills are probably on par with my martial arts and medical skills!"

Seeing Cheng Qingyue wolfing down her food, Chen Yun smiled, sat down, and started eating his own portion.

The greatest compliment you can give a chef is to eat his food heartily.

Such a sincere act, completely unrelated to appearance, wealth, social status, or other material conditions, is a genuine compliment to anyone—Chen Yun was no exception.

"Delicious, so delicious! I've never eaten such a delicious meal before. Chen Yun, you're amazing! I have no idea what you can't do!"

As Cheng Qingyue wolfed down her food, she showered it with praise, even feeling a little fortunate that she had stayed today; otherwise, she didn't know when she would ever get to eat such a delicacy in her lifetime.

She's someone who's tasted all sorts of delicious food from all over China, but this seemingly ordinary egg fried rice made by Chen Yun left her wanting more.

"A couple of compliments are enough; too many will seem a bit fake." Chen Yun ate his meal slowly and casually, then asked, "What time is your classmate's wedding? It's around 4 p.m. now, don't miss it."

Cheng Qingyue thought for a moment and replied, "Well, around 6 o'clock, there's still plenty of time."

She casually handed the empty bowl in her hand to Chen Yun, and said pitifully, "Is there any more? I want more! It's so delicious!"