An Yin, who was half asleep, sneezed several times in succession. She blinked her drowsy eyes, reached out to rub her tall nose, and when her fingertips touched a bit of sticky snot, she held it in front of her, shook her head in an attempt to keep herself awake, and then stared fixedly at the stain on her hand. "Cough cough... Ah-choo..." Unable to resist, she quickly covered her mouth and nose with her hand, dragging her weak body, and without bothering to put on the slippers by the bed, ran barefoot towards the bathroom. The soundproofing in the apartment was excellent. However, for those with keen hearing, even a slight disturbance could capture their attention. Bao Shaojin had gotten up early, spent an hour working out in his private gym, and dealt with some work matters before pacing back and forth in the hallway a few times. Each time he passed by the little girl’s bedroom, he deliberately slowed his steps. Until he sensed that the room was quiet without any sound, he then strode away to handle more work. After repeating this several times, when he came to the girl’s door, he faintly heard a weak sound. He stood tense, stopping his steps, and soon he heard the sounds of sneezing coming one after another. Afterward, he couldn’t hear anything at all. Standing at the door, his black eyes gently trembled behind the fringe of his hair, emitting an inexplicable gloom. He knew well that the girl had a weak constitution, otherwise, she wouldn’t fall ill so easily. His tall silhouette leaned against the wall, his face defined by hard lines as if carved with a chisel, giving him a cold yet refined aura even as he merely stood sideways, intimidatingly elegant yet distant. It took him almost half an hour standing at the door before he heard the attempt to turn the doorknob from inside. The man took a few steps back, and once more, started walking forward as if nothing happened. When An Yin opened the door and took a step out, she saw the man emerging from the other side, being somewhat taken aback by meeting him first thing in the morning made her feel awkward, and she hesitantly spoke, "Good morning!" Then, she looked up at the man who was taller than her. He wore a fitting grey-black suit, complementing his strong features, and given his customary meticulousness with attire, exuded an undeniable air of sophistication with each gesture. "Morning," Bao Shaojin casually replied. The little girl looked languid this morning, her soft eyebrows shaped like distant hills, calm and gentle, while her smiling eyes shimmered like stars, bright and sparkling. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⟡𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵 The tranquil serenity in her eyes made her seem both tender and lovable, possessing the charm of youth she rightfully should have. No man could resist being captivated. Luckily, Bao Shaojin had already taken a cold shower early in the morning, cooling his body temperature down significantly. However, the moment he caught the distinct fragrance of the little girl, a strong surge of emotion made his heart race. After all, he was a man in the prime of life, and the girl was someone he cared deeply about. Seeing his serious expression, An Yin lowered her head and sniffed a bit, perhaps due to having been soaked with cold water in the bathroom yesterday, making her nose a bit stuffy this morning, a feeling she was quite familiar with. She might have caught a cold. Bao Shaojin also noticed her subtle actions. "Caught a cold?" Her voice was a bit hoarse when she spoke, and Bao Shaojin noticed that. "Maybe a slight cold," An Yin’s bright, autumn-like eyes had a faint misty veil. When she caught a cold, it was usually , sometimes with sniffles, and occasionally with uncomfortable eyes. Before she could lift her head, someone had already pinched her chin, forcing her head up, and the man’s other hand rested on her forehead. His movements were swift and decisive; before An Yin even realized what had happened, the places he touched still tingled after he withdrew his hand. Embarrassed, An Yin stepped back, stammering, "You- what are- you doing?" "You’re not running a fever for now; go eat something first," Bao Shaojin said coldly. Hearing him, An Yin then understood that he only wanted to check her temperature, and with that realization, her tensed heart slowly relaxed. Watching him stride forward, An Yin happily followed behind. She sniffled every now and then, and Shaojin, who usually had a cleanliness fixation, frowned tightly upon hearing this. If it were someone else constantly sniffling in front of him, they probably wouldn’t have appeared in front of him again. An Yin noticed a kindly unknown aunt standing in the corner. She looked at her timidly. The aunt also noticed the girl’s gaze, and with a casual glance, couldn’t help but inwardly exclaim at such beauty: a girl with lovely features, willow-leaf eyebrows, a soft smile, lively almond-shaped eyes, exuding a delicate charm—truly captivating. The aunt gave the girl a friendly smile, then turned her attention to the leading man, "Mr. Bao." After the man heard her, he turned his head, "This is An Yin." Upon hearing him, the aunt’s face showed a hint of surprise, but she quickly returned to normal and bowed to the girl, "Miss An." It’s rare for Mr. Bao to personally introduce anyone. In her years working in the apartment, she had never seen Mr. Bao esteem anyone to this extent; the girl before her was the first. Thinking of the girl’s exquisite, ethereal face, the aunt understood it immediately. With such stunning allure, it made sense for Mr. Bao to give her special attention. "Hello!" An Yin felt embarrassed as she replied to the greeting. She realized that no matter which home of Bao Shaojin’s she visited, there was always someone taking care of his daily needs. "What are you standing there for?" Bao Shaojin noticed her standing there dazedly, lost in her thoughts, and his face, usually reserved, was impassive. An Yin discovered that the man’s voice tended to become louder when he was upset, just like now. Was he angry? An Yin wondered inwardly. She moved her steps and sat down properly beside the man, thinking his mind was too hard to decipher, she decided not to guess anymore. The breakfast spread on the table was diverse. There were both Chinese and Western options. An Yin instinctively picked up chopsticks intending to grab a meat bun, but before she got midway, the man firmly held her wrist. "Eat something light today, have a bowl of millet porridge," the man said, releasing An Yin’s hand, and took the initiative to scoop some for her. An Yin’s gaze flickered towards where he had held her wrist, and although he had let go, his actions made her mind wander.