Chapter 30: Lavish Breakfast

"How do you feel?" She feigned concern, but was actually admiring her own spoils.

"Good, if you're willing to let me sleep."

She was furious inside, but on the surface she still wore a "as long as you're happy" expression.

Mu Zhihan knew she was cursing him in her heart; while pleased, he felt an increased urge to kiss her.

"Who made you not come back often?"

He tried to pin the blame on Shen Xingman, as if last night's lack of gentleness could be excused.

"Don't you know why I didn't come back?" Shen Xingman didn't dare speak loudly, and even moving a little was exhausting.

Mu Zhihan didn't rush to refute, just smiled, took a strand of her hair from her shoulder, admired it in his palm, then lowered his head and devoutly, obsessively smelled it.

"Evil capitalist." Shen Xingman saw he wouldn't even spare her hair and couldn't help muttering.

Mu Zhihan loved seeing her show her claws, "Capitalist, I'm going to cook—are you sure you don't want to take another look?"

Shen Xingman said nothing.

Mu Zhihan still couldn't resist, burying his face in her chest and kissing her repeatedly.

Shen Xingman exploded, staring at the ceiling and gritting her teeth: "Get lost!"

"Wait for me."

Shen Xingman gave him a white-eye: "It's not like you're going to be reincarnated."

Mu Zhihan smiled, lifted the blanket, and got out of bed.

Soon he was standing before Shen Xingman in loungewear.

His figure was superior, his lines graceful, his bone structure refined, his proportions tall.

Every part of him was a seductive weapon; especially when he stood quietly before you, he was the perfect, flawless noble gentleman.

Damn, a beast in human's clothing.

"Um, help me find clothes." Shen Xingman poked a small lotus tip out from under the blanket and softly said to Mu Zhihan.

Seeing her favorite little camisole torn apart on the floor, she felt a pang of heartache.

Mu Zhihan walked lightly to the wardrobe, casually picked an avocado-colored little dress, and placed it by her pillow.

Shen Xingman pulled the blanket to her chest, sat up despite the pain, and urged: "Can you please stop tearing my clothes in the future?"

Hearing that, the man's eyes turned lascivious, his voice calm: "Then why don't you take them off yourself?"

"!!!"

Shen Xingman completely exploded, grabbed a pillow and swung it at him: "Get out already!! Are you annoying or not?!!"

He chuckled, "Alright, I'm going to cook."

"Hey, wait," Shen Xingman, reluctant to let him go, spoke carefully: "Do you still remember what I told you last night?"

"Mm."

"Don't forget."

"Mm, I haven't forgotten."

"……"

After waking, Shen Xingman didn't get up but sat on the bed playing with her phone; sunlight streamed through the glass, she lay on the pillow like a cat basking in the sun, lazy yet obedient, utterly docile.

Not having to work is great—she can rest properly at home and comfortably bask in the sun.

"Still not up?" Mu Zhihan suddenly entered, leaning against the window frame.

Shen Xingman opened her eyes to look outside; oh, it was indeed a bit late, she glanced at the leisurely man, endured the pain, slipped on her slippers, and came to the window.

This is a private manor of unparalleled beauty.

Basking in the sun and moon, amid blossoms and twilight, it resembles a utopian paradise.

Sunlight pours into the eyes, pure yang illuminates the spirit, gentle breeze sways, the whole world a expanse of light beauty.

The balcony is huge, like an open-air pavilion, offering high views to enjoy nature. It allows leisurely ease and full relaxation.

This fresh, pure, tranquil space lets one gaze at blue skies and white clouds overhead, and touch the flowers and grasses planted on the balcony below.

In a corner near the spider plant sits a wooden table laden with many breakfast items: pastries, soup, steak, cakes, and so on.

Shen Xingman's mouth watered, her appetite greatly increased.

Oh wait, she blinked and suddenly realized: "Eating this much will make me gain weight."

Mu Zhihan smiled: "Will it?"

Shen Xingman nodded: "Of course it will."

Come on, your wife is a top female star—laying all this food in front of her isn't basically tempting her to sin?

"Then exercise more." He said.

"But I don't want to go to the gym." Shen Xingman is the type who lacks self-control but regrets after eating; seeing hot pot, fried chicken, burgers makes her mouth water automatically, without hesitation.

"Then how about the bed?" Mu Zhihan blurted out.

Shen Xingman froze: "……???"

Mu Zhihan: "Just cooperate with me."

Shen Xingman: "……???"

No way, sir, can this really be okay? Discussing restricted topics first thing in the morning isn't appropriate.

Shen Xingman decided not to talk to that improper person anymore; she sat at the round table and quietly began to eat.

Half an hour passed, a man nicknamed "Breakfast" successfully made Shen Xingman's belly bigger.

"……"

In other words, his cooking skills are truly excellent; Shen Xingman can eat her fill every time she comes home and simply can't stop.

Sigh, this kind of capitalist is great—he feeds the female star until she's plump, then tells her she needs to run to have the energy to lose weight.

Hmm, reliable.

Jiaoyue Wan.

Wind blew past, and the fragmented sunlight was shaken off the leaves; Shen Xingman lay on the chaise in the courtyard, letting her worries air out in the shade, listening to the rustling of leaves, like waves, unconsciously falling asleep in a warm reddish hue on her eyelids…

She woke again, and it was already evening.

She shielded her eyes from the setting sun with her hand, and Shen Xingman noticed that the sunset at Jiaoyue Wan was especially beautiful.

The evening clouds were red like bewitching peonies, spreading across the sky, blazing into a shocking expanse of crimson.

A tranquil, exquisite evening breeze blew, scattering by her ears, dispelling the daytime heat, coolness lingering around her fingers.

"Awake?"

Mu Zhihan, sitting beside the chaise, spoke.

He sat upright, a laptop on his lap, "There's some intel—do you want to hear it?"

Intel?

Shen Xingman lazily rubbed her eyes, "Hmm, go ahead."

If she guessed correctly, it should be about Shen Ran.

Mu Zhihan said calmly, "She's indeed been shelved by the company."

Shen Xingman glanced at his screen; it was full of dense text she couldn't understand.

"Why?" Even if the money tree is hidden, is it still alright?

"Someone stuffed a few newcomers into her company; I hear they're all quite pretty and have decent backgrounds."

Shen Xingman frowned: "How many?"

Mu Zhihan: "Hmm."

"Any background?" Shen Xingman hesitated, then said, "I was wondering—how could her company easily give up on Shen Ran? Turns out they have a backup plan."

Moreover, this backup plan isn't just one.

It's clear some people are determined to see Shen Ran fail.

Having received this news, Shen Xingman also had an idea: "Well, thank you, Mr. Mu."

Hmm.

Shen Xingman noticed he really liked saying that "hmm".

It seemed to be his catchphrase.

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