Watching him steadily deliver the warm Su-style wonton to her lips, the little voice in her heart was already rolling with delight.
[DouDou: Warning! Host is showing signs of being spoiled and arrogant. Possessiveness value has risen to 18%! At this rate, sister won’t be his little wife—she’ll be his little empress.]
Ran Weiyi snorted inwardly: “Little empress? So what? He’s happy, I’m happy!” She opened her mouth, continuing to enjoy this top-tier service.
Breakfast, entirely served by Ye Mochen, finally left her stomach full and satisfied.
When he reached for a salted egg custard bun and brought it toward her lips, Ran Weiyi finally shook her head in playful surrender.
“I’m full.” Her voice was soft, lazy from satisfaction.
Ye Mochen watched her for two seconds, then leisurely put down his chopsticks—but didn’t release her hand.
Hand in hand, he picked up his own utensils and began eating. Not once did he seem to mind the inconvenience of one-handed eating.
Ran Weiyi realized then: from start to finish, he hadn’t eaten a single bite. His focus had been entirely on her.
A warm, indescribable, slightly bittersweet sensation welled up in her chest.
“Ye Mochen, you should eat more too,” she reminded him.
His movements while eating were elegant, every gesture perfectly measured, even the rhythm of chewing seemed calculated and pleasing to watch.
Her gaze drifted to a plate he hadn’t touched—the golden shrimp cakes, a dish noted in the original story as one of his favorites.
She said nothing, only let her eyes linger on it for a second before returning to him.
Sure enough, his chopsticks reached toward the plate, taking a piece and placing it in his mouth.
Her heart skipped a beat; her lips curved upward. This silent understanding between them felt more moving than any feeding gesture.
A playful thought struck her again. Her gaze roamed the table, this time landing on the small bowl of wontons she hadn’t finished.
Ye Mochen seemed to perceive her “command,” obediently scooping one and eating it.
She treated it like a game, supervising him throughout breakfast, her gaze guiding his actions.
Only when he set down his utensils and wiped his mouth did she realize—his hand was still firmly holding hers.
He turned to her, deep eyes locking on her face, and his free hand lightly brushed the corner of her lips with his fingertip, sending a tingling shiver up her spine. The touch was gentle yet electric, reaching straight to her heart.
He looked at her as if her lips were the world’s most precious treasure, needing careful attention.
Her heartbeat faltered under his close, attentive gaze, every breath careful and deliberate.
His hand lingered near her face, not moving away, their proximity intense. His low voice brushed her ear like a feather:
“I had someone prepare a room and clothes for you. From now on, you’ll stay here comfortably. Okay?”
The rising nasal note at the end sounded less like a question and more like a declaration of fact.
[DouDou: Red alert! Possessiveness value has surged to 25%! “Golden House Hidden Beauty” protocol activated! Sister, this isn’t just a stay—this is a full-on enclosure.]
Shut up, you humorless tin block.
Ran Weiyi knew clearly this was Ye Mochen’s indirect way of keeping her close.
And instead of feeling afraid, she found a trace of sweetness in it.
She lifted her eyes to meet Ye Mochen’s bottomless black pupils.
Within them was undeniable dominance, an unquestionable claim of possession, and beneath that, a faint trace of tension even he hadn’t realized.
He was waiting for her answer.
Ran Weiyi couldn’t help but smile.
Ye Mochen, like a boy with his favorite toy, didn’t know what to do with it, so he kept her by his side, claiming her for himself. This thought made her heart soar with joy.
Her lips curved into the brightest, most radiant smile yet, her eyes full of indulgence.
“Okay.”
Her voice was soft and light, yet it touched the very core of his heart.
Ye Mochen’s fleeting tension vanished completely. His hand holding hers tightened, almost pressing her bones into his palm.
[DouDou: …System overload. Rebooting. Congratulations, sister, you’ve upgraded “Golden House Hidden Beauty” to “Enclosure with a Lock” mode. You’re not only his little empress—you’re his sole belief. Current love value: 30%.]
Not long after breakfast, Ye Mochen led her upstairs, pacing slowly to match her steps.
Her room was indeed right next to his, the doors ridiculously close.
Opening it revealed a spacious suite, reflecting his understated luxury but infused with items and plushies she would love.
Just as she began to explore, he led her to a door deeper in the suite.
Behind it was a walk-in closet fit to make any woman squeal.
No, this wasn’t a closet—it was a personal boutique.
Butler Lin and a team were arranging racks of high-fashion seasonal and latest designs; glass cases with limited handbags and shoes were being positioned carefully.
A central display, draped in black velvet, held open jewelry boxes that almost blinded her with their brilliance.
Brand managers and directors stood respectfully aside, barely daring to breathe.
Ran Weiyi understood immediately: this was how a domineering CEO showed affection—simple, overwhelming, effective.
[DouDou: Beep! Detecting large-scale financial attack! Value of items in current area is skyrocketing geometrically…]
She walked through, casually observing the luxurious items as if inspecting her own territory.
Ye Mochen stood behind her, unwavering eyes on her, reading every subtle expression.
He was checking if she liked them.
[DouDou: …Preliminary estimate: total value in walk-in exceeds system’s original cost… Sister, I feel cheap.]
Ran Weiyi ignored DouDou’s complaints.
She reached a rack of gowns, brushed them lightly, then turned to the man silently behind her and smiled. She liked them all because he had prepared them.
Seeing her smile, Ye Mochen’s tension eased—she didn’t dislike them, and that was enough.