Watching him steadily bring the warm wonton to her lips, the little person in her heart was already rolling around with joy.
【Doudou: Warning! The host is showing signs of being spoiled and arrogant. Possessiveness value has risen to 18%! If this continues, sister won’t be his little darling wife anymore—she’ll be his little ancestor.】
Ran Weiyi snorted inwardly: What’s wrong with being an ancestor? He’s happy with it! And so am I! She opened her mouth and continued to enjoy this top-tier service.
Breakfast finally came to an end under Ye Mochen’s attentive feeding, leaving her stomach comfortably full.
When Ye Mochen picked up another piece of custard bun and brought it to her lips, Ran Weiyi finally shook her head gently, as if pleading for mercy.
“I’m full,” she said softly, her voice tinged with the laziness of satisfaction.
Ye Mochen looked at her for two seconds before leisurely setting down his chopsticks, but he didn’t let go of her hand.
He continued holding her hand while using his other hand to pick up his own utensils and began eating. Throughout the entire process, he seemed completely unfazed by the inconvenience of eating with one hand.
Only then did Ran Weiyi realize that from start to finish, this man hadn’t taken a single bite, focusing entirely on serving her.
A warm current mixed with an indescribable ache surged in her heart once again.
“Ye Mochen, you should eat more too,” she couldn’t help but remind him.
His eating pace was unhurried, every movement exuding an innate elegance. Even the rhythm of his chewing seemed calculated, a sight pleasing to the eyes.
Ran Weiyi’s gaze drifted toward a plate of golden shrimp cakes he hadn’t touched much—a dish mentioned in the original novel as one of his favorites.
She said nothing, merely letting her eyes linger on the shrimp cakes for an extra second before turning back to look at him.
In the next moment, Ye Mochen’s chopsticks indeed reached for the shrimp cakes. He precisely picked up a piece and placed it into his mouth.
Ran Weiyi’s heart skipped a beat, and the corners of her lips uncontrollably lifted. This unspoken understanding.[Doudou: Red alert! Possessiveness value has skyrocketed to 25%! Detected activation of the “Golden House for a Beauty” program! Sister, this isn’t just living here, this is him trying to keep you caged.]
Shut up, you block of metal with no sense of romance.
Ran Weiyi understood perfectly well that this was essentially Ye Mochen’s way of imprisoning her.
Yet, far from feeling afraid, she tasted a hint of sweetness in it.
She lifted her gaze to meet Ye Mochen’s deep, fathomless dark eyes.
Within them was an unyielding dominance that brooked no refusal, a sense of rightful possession, but deeper still, there seemed to be a trace of tension, so fine it was almost imperceptible, something even he himself hadn’t noticed.
He was waiting for her answer.
Ran Weiyi looked at him and suddenly felt a bit amused.
Ye Mochen was like a big boy who, having obtained his favorite toy, didn’t know what to do with it except keep her by his side and claim her as his own. This discovery made Ran Weiyi’s mood soar to unparalleled heights.
The corners of her lips curved up bit by bit, blossoming into a smile brighter and more radiant than any before. Her beautiful eyes were filled with indulgence.
“Alright.”
Her voice was soft and gentle, yet like a feather, it precisely tickled the itchiest spot in his heart.
That fleeting trace of tension in Ye Mochen completely dissipated. His hand holding hers unconsciously tightened, the force almost enough to embed her bones into his palm.
[Doudou: …System computing power overload, rebooting. Congratulations, sister. Successfully upgraded “Golden House for a Beauty” to “Locked and Offered Up” mode. You’re not just his little ancestor anymore; you’re his only faith. Current affection value: 30%.]
Not long after the meal, Ye Mochen led her upstairs. His steps weren’t large, accommodating her pace.
The room arranged for Ran Weiyi was indeed right next to his, the distance between the two doors almost excessively close.
Pushing the door open revealed a spacious suite. The design style, much like the man himself, was understatedly luxurious, but with many added items and plush toys a girl would love.
Just as she was about to look around, Ye Mochen guided her to a door deep within the suite.
Behind it was a walk-in closet that would make any woman scream.
No, this could no longer be called just a walk-in closet; it was practically a small, private boutique department store.
Butler Lin was leading a group of people, pushing racks laden with the season’s haute couture and latest fashion into the space. On the other side, others were carefully positioning glass display cases filled with limited-edition handbags and shoes.
On the central display platform, draped in black velvet, lay open jewelry boxes, their dazzling brilliance almost blinding.
Regional managers and directors from major brands were personally present, standing respectfully to the side, not daring to breathe too loudly.
Ran Weiyi glanced over and understood. This was the domineering CEO’s way of expressing affection: simple, crude, and effective.
[Doudou: Beep, detecting large-scale monetary assault! The value of the host’s current location is undergoing geometric escalation…]
She slowly walked in, her gaze sweeping over the luxurious clothes and jewels without a hint of loss of composure or shock, as if she were merely surveying her own territory.
Ye Mochen stood right behind her, his gaze fixed intently on her, observing her every subtle expression.
He was watching to see if she liked it.【Doudou: … Preliminary calculations indicate that the total value of the items in the dressing room already exceeds the initial manufacturing cost of this System… Sister, I feel so cheap.】
Ran Weiyi hummed in acknowledgment, ignoring Doudou’s complaint.
She walked over to a row of evening gowns, casually brushing her fingers over them, then turned back to look at the man who had been quietly following her. She smiled at him—she liked them all, because he had prepared them for her.
Seeing her smile, Ye Mochen’s anxious heart settled. It was good that she didn’t dislike them.