Xia Zhiwan’s words made Li Xiaohan’s heart tremble. He lowered his head and urgently captured her lips in a fierce kiss.
Under the light, Xia Zhiwan’s legs went weak from his kiss.
The man slowly pressed forward, while she was guided step by step backward, until the two of them fell together onto the soft bed.
The temperature in the room steadily rose.
At a certain moment, the woman trembled lightly. “Ah Han…”
The man clearly sensed her pain. He gently kissed her lips and murmured, “Be good.”
The two in Wanhan Courtyard finally broke through the barrier between them.
After being scolded and having the call abruptly hung up on him, Lu Zeming was furious beyond measure.
He called back immediately, but the phone only rang with an unanswered tone.
Cursing loudly, he threw the phone aside.
“Damn it! That idiot actually dared to hang up on me!”
“Brother Ming.” The woman lying on the other side of the bed reached out to comfort him.
“It must be Li Xiaohan by my sister’s side. Don’t be angry—Brother is so charming, how could she really bear to ignore you?”
“Now my sister has been causing trouble at the Li household every day. What Brother wants should be in your hands very soon.”
Hearing her voice, the anger on Lu Zeming’s face faded by half.
He stroked the woman’s lips and revealed a wicked smile. “My Wan’er is still the most sensible and charming.”
The woman shyly buried her face in the man’s blanket. “Brother, you’re so bad.”
Lu Zeming smiled playfully, lifted the blanket, and covered them both beneath it.
“Brother, no… I should go home.”
“Good Wan’er, there’s no rush.”
Indecent sounds drifted out from Room 250 of the hotel.
“Wanwan, sleep a little longer.”
Already exhausted, Xia Zhiwan only vaguely heard the man’s deep voice before drifting off completely.
She hummed a few vague sounds in response and fell fast asleep.
Beside her, although Li Xiaohan was reluctant to stop, seeing how utterly limp and drained she was, he couldn’t bring himself to continue.
He picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, where they only did a quick, simple wash.
When he returned to the bed, Li Xiaohan noticed a faint trace of red on the sheets.
A flash of shock crossed his eyes, followed immediately by joy as he looked at the woman in his arms.
He had never cared—or even dared to hope—about her purity. What moved him was that she had been willing to give him her most precious first time.
She had given herself to him completely.
Just as he had given himself to her.
Li Xiaohan gently placed Xia Zhiwan on the sofa, changed the sheets, then carried her back to bed.
Watching her sleep soundly, he placed a soft kiss on her and turned to enter the dressing room.
When Li Xiaohan appeared downstairs, he had once again returned to his cold, unapproachable demeanor.
“Sir, you didn’t come down for breakfast this morning. Would you like me to—”
“No need.”
He cut the maid off and walked toward the door, then suddenly stopped.
“Prepare some soup to replenish qi and blood.”
He originally wanted to say to deliver it upstairs later, but thinking that the woman might not wake up for some time, he only instructed them to prepare it for now.
“Yes, sir.”
After Li Xiaohan left, Zhu Lili—wearing a short dress—walked proudly into the kitchen.
“The sir told me to prepare the soup.” She pointed at everyone in the kitchen.
“You all go do whatever you’re supposed to do. Don’t interfere with me while I make soup for the sir.”
Someone about her age muttered quietly beside her.
“You’re not even from the kitchen staff. Making soup? Just don’t blow the kitchen up.”
There was a reason she said that.
Every area in Wanhan Courtyard had clearly defined roles, especially the kitchen. Cooking was handled only by designated staff.
When the sir gave instructions about food, no matter who he spoke to, it was always meant to be passed on to the kitchen—not for that person to cook it themselves.
This was a rule everyone in Wanhan Courtyard knew—except for certain people who chose to ignore it.
In the quiet kitchen, Zhu Lili naturally heard the remark.
She turned her gaze toward the speaker, grabbed a ladle nearby, and threw it at her.
They were standing some distance apart. The ladle didn’t hit the woman but clattered loudly onto the floor.
“You lowly servant! Since when did it become your turn to talk?!”
The woman who was scolded tried to speak again, but someone behind her tugged at her clothes to stop her.
Her eyes were full of resentment and grievance, yet she still lowered her head.
Aunt Wang had been cleaning the living room. Hearing the commotion, she hurried over.
Before she even reached the kitchen, she heard Zhu Lili’s shrill curses from outside the door.
“The sir told me to do it. What—do you have some other intentions?”
As she said this, Zhu Lili stared threateningly at the woman who dared to argue with her.
Outside the door, Aunt Wang sighed helplessly when she realized Zhu Lili was throwing her weight around again.
Such scenes weren’t rare—they happened almost every day, and she had grown used to them.
But when she saw the newly arrived girl being scolded to the point of tears, she couldn’t help stepping into the kitchen.
“Lili, she’s new. She was just following the rules. She didn’t mean anything else.”
Zhu Lili glanced at Aunt Wang with impatience and retorted, “Oh? So Aunt Wang also thinks that me making soup for the sir is improper—or that I have ulterior motives?”
Aunt Wang knew Zhu Lili’s temperament. There was no reasoning with her.
“Lili, I know you mean well. Since you want to make it yourself, go ahead. If you need anything, we’ll all help.”
To prevent things from escalating, Aunt Wang could only try to placate her.
But upon hearing this, a smug expression appeared on Zhu Lili’s face.
“Tsk, tsk.” She looked disdainfully at the others in the kitchen and sneered.
“Not bad. Learn from Aunt Wang. A dog that knows when to bow its head is a good dog.”
The humiliating words instantly ignited everyone’s anger.
They simply wanted to avoid unnecessary trouble—not to be insulted at will.
“We’re dogs? Then what are you? You really think you’re the lady of the house?!”
“Exactly! Aren’t you the same as us? What are you acting so high and mighty for?”
“You’re the dog—your whole family are dogs!”
The kitchen erupted into a chorus of curses.
Aunt Wang hurriedly stood between several cooks who were about to rush at Zhu Lili, trying to calm them down.
“What are you doing?! Are you trying to tear the kitchen apart?!”
At that moment, a middle-aged woman with her hands on her hips and a deep frown walked into the kitchen, staring coldly at everyone present.