"Why do I have to wash the dishes?" Lin Yixun hated washing dishes the most. "You ate the food I cooked, shouldn’t you wash the dishes?" Lin Yixun thought about it and realized the request wasn’t unreasonable. She turned and started to clear the table with a sullen face, glaring at Leng Yixiu before heading into the kitchen. A businessman is always a businessman, never changing their mercenary nature, never doing anything that wouldn’t benefit them. A single meal, and he was this petty? Leng Yixiu saw Lin Yixun’s unwilling expression and couldn’t help but feel amused. To him, that look was much more adorable compared to her recent indifference and aloofness. After washing the dishes, Lin Yixun dried her slightly greasy hands and was about to go upstairs to rest when Leng Yixiu pulled her out of the villa, saying that an after-dinner walk was good for digestion. Lin Yixun thought that she wouldn’t mind a walk to help digest, but she didn’t want to walk with him. She suspected Leng Yixiu knew this too, but lately, he just liked making things awkward for himself. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by N0veI.Fiɾe.net Compared to the hustle and bustle of home, the suburban London evening was remarkably peaceful. Outside the villa was an endless, lush green lawn. A road meandered through the expansive grass, extending to the horizon. At the junction of the lawn and the sky, the sunset was slowly sinking below the horizon. The afterglow of the setting sun painted the sky a beautiful orange-red. Near the horizon, a bright moon hung in the sky, surrounded by a few dazzling stars. Lin Yixun couldn’t help but smile, a radiant smile spreading across her face. She had to admit, the scenery here was beautiful. A cup of coffee at this moment would be perfect. Leng Yixiu glanced at Lin Yixun beside him, seeing the smile in her eyes and asked in a low voice, "Do you like it?" For a moment, Lin Yixun forgot her situation and nodded, "Yes, it’s very beautiful." "If you like it, we can come here for a few days every year." Upon hearing that, Lin Yixun’s smile stiffened and slowly faded away. She didn’t know if he was being casual or serious. If it was casual, that would be fine, but if he was serious, she couldn’t bear it. "No need, you should bring Cheng Ying here instead." Cheng Ying’s name was like a thorn—untouchable, unspeakable. Sure enough, Leng Yixiu’s expression immediately changed, and he fell into silence. The atmosphere turned somewhat oppressive, even though they were outdoors, Lin Yixun still felt stifled. After a long while, Leng Yixiu was the first to speak, breaking the suffocating silence, "Lin Yixun, actually, Ying’er and I aren’t what you think. She..." Lin Yixun cut him off coldly, "Mr. Leng, I’m not interested in whatever is going on between you and Miss Cheng." Leng Yixiu gave her a long, deep look, hesitated, and ultimately swallowed the words that were about to come out. He sighed softly and asked in a low voice, "In your heart, have you already judged me as utterly unforgivable?" "Not utterly unforgivable," Lin Yixun suddenly smiled, "I’m just once bitten, twice shy." She emphasized every word in the last sentence. Years ago, because of Cheng Ying and Leng Yixiu, she paid a painful price. It took her four years to heal that wound. Now, she didn’t want to know anything about Leng Yixiu and Cheng Ying. She just wanted to be a good mistress, nothing more. All she needed was to wait for Leng Yixiu to marry Cheng Ying, then go their separate ways.