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The next day.

morning.

He Qiaoyun woke up just as dawn was breaking.

She was still groggy when she woke up. Looking around the bright and airy room, she was slightly dazed, thinking she was still dreaming, so she pinched herself.

It hurts.

Not dreaming.

Because Xu Hui caused her trouble, she had no choice but to move into Feng Jiashu's house.

I got out of bed, opened the glass sliding door, and lazily sat on the sofa chair on the terrace, gazing at the tall buildings and streets surrounded by green trees shrouded in the morning mist. It was incredibly pleasant.

She got up from the sofa chair and stretched comfortably.

"Morning."

Feng Jiashu's voice came from downstairs. She lowered her eyes and looked down. Feng Jiashu had neat hair, a smile on his face, and was wearing a dark blue tracksuit. The dark color made his tall and upright figure stand out even more, making him look like a magazine model.

She subconsciously brushed her uncombed hair aside and smiled, "Good morning, Mr. Feng."

"Did you sleep well?" Feng Jiashu asked.

"You slept very well. Are you going to exercise?"

Feng Jiashu: "Yeah, together?"

He Qiaoyun waved her hand, "No, maybe next time."

She didn't have that much energy; she had a lot of things to do later.

After exchanging pleasantries with Feng Jiashu, she went inside to wash up and then went downstairs.

When Ding Ruolian saw her come down, she yawned and said in a manner befitting a mistress of the house, "Sister Qiaoyun, you're up so early."

He Qiaoyun smiled faintly, "I don't need much sleep, and I'm used to getting up early."

Then, her gaze unconsciously fell on Ding Ruolian's clothes: a low-cut red floral mini-dress, light makeup, meticulously styled hair, and a cheap, pungent perfume that could be smelled even from a distance.

While she was looking at Ding Ruolian, Ding Ruolian was also looking at her.

He Qiaoyun was tall and slender, wearing a beige long dress with a row of buttons on the upper body, a brown leather belt around her waist, and a delicate jade pendant around her neck. Her long hair was parted in the middle and tied up, and she looked gentle and virtuous, completely different from Ding Ruolian.

Ding Ruolian smiled and said, "Sister Qiaoyun, you should know how to make breakfast, right? I have other things to do, so how about..."

He Qiaoyun asked innocently, "Aren't you the housekeeper for this family? Why aren't you making breakfast this early in the morning? What are you busy with?"

Notre Dame Cathedral burned down, but she wasn't so saintly as to help the nanny; she simply endured the hardship without any real compassion.

Ding Ruolian's smile froze instantly, and she was speechless for a moment.

He Qiaoyun smiled and urged, "Hurry up and do it. Mr. Feng should be back soon, and Tian Tian should be awake by now."

A hint of displeasure flashed across Ding Ruolian's face, but she still managed a smile. "What does Sister Qiaoyun usually eat for breakfast?"

He Qiaoyun smiled faintly, "When in Rome, do as the host says."

"it is good."

He Qiaoyun watched as Ding Ruolian defiantly entered the kitchen, a smile playing on her lips, before stepping out into the yard.

It was dark last night, so I didn't really look at the villa properly.

Seeing it today, I've truly had my eyes opened.

The fountain pool leading out of the house is nearly ten meters long, and the front yard of the villa features Chinese-style pavilions, rockeries, and flowing water.

Following the undulating terrain of the front yard, there is a small lotus pond next to a rockery in the backyard. This month, the water lilies are budding and the koi are swimming in the clear water.

He Qiaoyun paused by the pond to watch the fish. The brilliant morning light fell, and the sound of the water flowing in her ears seemed to heal her heart.

Time slips away unnoticed, little by little.

"I don't mind my legs going numb even when I squat."

He Qiaoyun turned around upon hearing the sound and saw Feng Jiashu. She instinctively tried to stand up, but because she had been squatting for too long, her legs were so numb that she leaned forward and was about to fall.

The next moment, a strong arm reached out and steadily supported her.

He Qiaoyun lost her footing and fell straight into Feng Jiashu's arms, her face pressed against his firm chest.

For a moment, both of them were stunned.

He Qiaoyun got up from his embrace, feeling very embarrassed, her ears turning red. "I'm sorry, I..."

Feng Jiashu, who is usually so calm and composed, blushed and quickly said, "It's okay," then handed her a bag of fish food, "Here, feed the fish."

He Qiaoyun took the fish food and started chatting along with the topic he had brought up, "This pond is really beautifully built, and the fish and flowers are growing very well."

Feng Jiashu smiled faintly, "Xiao Ding is managing all of this. I'm usually busy with work and haven't been to the backyard in a long time. Today, I see a rather unique view."

He Qiaoyun raised an eyebrow and continued the conversation: "Such a big house, and Xiao Ding is the only one working on it. It must be quite tiring."

She used to be a housewife. Apart from taking care of the children, she was already exhausted just cleaning up Xu Hui's four-bedroom house. This villa must be over a thousand square meters, and Ding Ruolian lived there all by herself. She really admired her.

At that moment, Ding Ruolian, who was standing not far away, watched the whole scene unfold, her eyes burning with jealousy.

"He Qiaoyun, I will definitely kick you out of this house..." she murmured to herself.

After feeding the fish with Feng Jiashu, He Qiaoyun turned around and walked back.

Inside the house, Tian Tian sat obediently at the dining table, her face unusually pale, as if she were hungry.

When Ding Ruolian saw the two of them return, she went into the kitchen and brought breakfast to the table.

Breakfast was plentiful, including shrimp dumplings, soup dumplings, siu mai, and pumpkin millet porridge.

Ding Ruolian personally ladled out a bowl of pumpkin and millet porridge, bent down, and presented it to Feng Jiashu.

From He Qiaoyun's perspective, Ding Ruolian's low-cut floral dress was a bit revealing, and Feng Jiashu could see her neckline slip down if he turned his head slightly.

Feng Jiashu, however, kept his eyes straight ahead and handed the millet porridge that she had put in front of He Qiaoyun, saying, "Try it. I saw Xiao Ding making porridge when I woke up this morning. It smells so good."

He Qiaoyun subconsciously looked up and glanced at Ding Ruolian, then gracefully accepted the small bowl that Feng Jiashu handed her, saying, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it." After saying that, he picked up the small bowl in front of Tian Tian to serve her porridge.

Ding Ruolian reached out her hand, "Mr. Feng, I can do this kind of work."

Feng Jiashu dodged Ding Ruolian's hand, preventing her from touching him, and said in a businesslike tone, "No need, you can go and attend to other matters."

Ding Ruolian awkwardly withdrew her hand, glared angrily at He Qiaoyun who was eating porridge, and then said, "Okay, enjoy your meal. Call me if you need anything."

Normally, she would stand quietly beside Feng Jiashu and have breakfast with him, but everything changed after He Qiaoyun arrived. She absolutely hated He Qiaoyun!

Seeing that Tian Tian quickly finished a bowl of porridge, Feng Jiashu served her another bowl and said with a smile, "Eat slowly, no rush."

Tian Tian didn't say a word, just held her bowl and started eating. She quickly finished off the small plate of crystal shrimp dumplings on the table.

Feng Jiashu was quite surprised. He remembered that Tian Tian would usually only eat two bites before putting down her chopsticks, and he was worried about her every day, fearing that she would faint from malnutrition.

But today I actually ate two bowls of millet porridge, eight shrimp dumplings, and four soup dumplings!

He Qiaoyun pushed the soup dumpling in front of her and said with a smile, "There's one left. Eat it and you'll grow tall."

Tian Tian stared at her for a long time, but didn't pick up her chopsticks.

Feng Jiashu reached out, wanting to pat her head.

Tian Tian instinctively avoided his hand, her whole demeanor wary, like a cat in a state of shock.