"Just imagine, someone else’s heart already belongs to another, only Miss Ji knows exactly how many abs he has...." "Speaking of Miss Ji, she’s really lucky. Young Master Yan Song actually cooked himself. I’ve always said serious men are the most handsome, but let me tell you, it’s men who can cook who are the most handsome. Look at how skillfully he picks the vegetables; it’s certainly not his first time. Oh heavens, grant me a man ." "Keep dreaming, men like that are hard to find." A group of servants started gossiping at the kitchen door, watching Yan Song expertly slice vegetables. The knife made a "ka ka ka ka" sound on the cutting board; it was truly wonderful. A pretty maid glanced around with a sparkle in her eye, adjusting her hair and sashaying her way inside. Two maids nearby spoke disdainfully: "Rushing to offer favors and won’t even take a good look in the mirror? Young Master Yan Song paying her any mind—yeah right." "Exactly, exactly. Can’t even compare one bit to Miss Ji. People should know their own worth." Li Xiaoxiao pretended not to hear, but as she got closer, the man’s clear reflection appeared in her eyes, a blend of coldness and gentleness, making her heart thud rapidly. Trying to suppress it, she asked in what she thought was a gentle voice: "Young Master Song, is there anything I can help with?" Yan Song was chopping scallions and thought of Yun Ya liking fried eggs. He glanced around and saw the eggs in a nearby compartment, just about to reach for them when a hand darted in faster than his. "Master, here you go." Yan Song gave her a cold glance, "Get out." Li Xiaoxiao bit her lip in grievance: "I just wanted to help with something." Yan Song ignored her, reached into the compartment, and grabbed an egg, "Don’t need it, get out." The colder the man before her was, the more her heart raced. Unable to resist moving closer, she blinked pitifully: "I just want to do what little I can for Young Master Song. Won’t you at least give me this chance?" As she got closer and closer, Yan Song frowned in disgust, swiftly dodging aside. The woman fell short, crashing into the marble cabinet, her head spinning with pain. Yan Song coldly looked at her, devoid of emotion in his eyes: "Get out." His voice was chilling and harsh, making the woman’s heart tremble violently. She bit her lower lip and looked pitifully at him. She wasn’t bad-looking, and Yan Guobai had shown interest in her several times. She refused to believe she couldn’t touch this man’s heart. What man in this world isn’t tempted by beauty? Miss Ji might be pretty, but she hasn’t even fully developed—how can she compare to my soft tenderness? Yan Song directly flung the kitchen knife aside, the woman’s eyes reflected the shimmering blade, terror spreading layer by layer through her gaze, freezing her in place. With a sharp ding, the kitchen knife embedded into the wall behind her, a strand of hair sliced off and slowly drifting to the floor. The woman lost all color in her face, and amidst the man’s cold, furious command to leave, she fled clumsily. "What an embarrassment..." "Doesn’t know her weight in gold, flaunting a bit of beauty thinking she’s some kind of Xi Shi or Daji that any man desires, shamelessly clueless..." Under a stream of jeers, Li Xiaoxiao ran away in humiliation. Yan Song pulled out the knife, made a few moves with it, undeniably cool—especially the scare he gave Li Xiaoxiao earlier, igniting silent screams in the souls of all the women watching. He poured oil into the hot pan, first stir-frying the tomatoes. Once they became sauce, he’d add water to boil, creating a tangy and refreshing soup. Covering her face, Li Xiaoxiao ran to a place devoid of people, gritting her teeth fiercely: "Damn it, he’s so clueless." But still, deep inside, she felt unwilling. Young Master Yan Song is so handsome; he made her heart itch unbearably. "Did Young Master Yan Song give you a lesson?" a voice suddenly sounded from behind, startling Li Xiaoxiao. She turned around to see Aunt Cui looking at her with a smile. "Oh, Aunt Cui, you gave me a fright." "But really, Young Master Yan Song isn’t like the father-son pair from the fourth branch. A wink won’t make him restless. Men from the second branch are always devoted, like the late Second Master, the current Third Master—are they not love-struck? You’re practically asking for trouble approaching them." Aunt Cui thought this woman was asking for trouble; when many maids once wanted to climb Yan Nanmo’s bed in the Yan Family, how did that turn out? Huh... Thɪs chapter is updated by NoveI-Fire.ɴet Still, some women can’t think clearly and insist on digging their own grave. Li Xiaoxiao, with ambitions sky-high, let’s see if fate is as thin as paper. "So what? I’m not counting on marrying him; can’t I just flirt a little?" Li Xiaoxiao pouted and said.