ned his tone, a stark contrast to his demeanor when facing outsiders.There was something else he wanted to say, but as he glanced at the table where a simple yet fragrant spread of home-cooked meals l...Wen Ping Sheng felt the biggest benefit of becoming Yi Sheng's girlfriend was that she could order whatever she wanted, and this man had become much gentler and more agreeable. She no longer had to worry about that thing.

And also, this man wouldn't do any intimate acts that lovers usually do.

For example, things like sitting next to each other on a couch, holding hands, hugging, and kissing are all out of the question.

Wen Yizhou once said in private, "Yi Sheng this man is definitely a cold and indifferent person who occupies the latrine but doesn't defecate."

However, Wen Ping Sheng thought this was quite good. Being suddenly forced to become Yi Sheng's girlfriend, she was already very uncomfortable. If Yi Sheng did some things that couples do, she might feel resentful because she couldn't accept it.

The only downside is ——

Every morning at seven o'clock, Yisheng would wake her up on time.

If her phone was off, Yi Sheng would just come and knock on her door directly. If there was no response, he'd keep knocking, relentlessly, until she woke up.

Then Wen Ping Sheng, with a murderous aura, got out of bed and opened the door. The moment he saw Yi Sheng, he inexplicably cowered, transforming from a ferocious tiger to a harmless little kitten.

Time-tested.

"Mr. An, can't you let me sleep a little longer" Wen Pingsheng leaned against the door, saying dejectedly.

Yisheng said, "If you go to bed at eleven o'clock at night and fall asleep within half an hour, by this time, your sleep would have been sufficient."

Wen Ping Sheng cursed in his heart: Are you a devil

"Our sleep schedule as young people in our twenties is different from yours. We can't possibly go to bed that early."

That implied the lifestyle of an elderly person, and Yisheng was like an old man.

Yisheng stared at her face for a few seconds, then spoke slowly, "You've even gotten fine lines around your eyes. My An'an is thirty years old this year and doesn't have any wrinkles yet."

"...Wen Ping Sheng instantly became agitated."

With a bang, she slammed the door shut and rushed into the bathroom to look in the mirror.

She stared for a long while, but couldn't find even a single fine line at the corners of his eyes. She cursed inwardly: "An Yixing, you devil! You just talk and scare her."

No wonder she hadn't had a girlfriend before, even though she was in her thirties.

She's only 24 years old, in the prime of her life, and she takes such good care of her skin every day. How could she possibly have crow's feet!

But being startled like that, she completely woke up and washed herself quickly.

Done, starting skincare. It's probably because of Yisheng's words that Wen Pingsheng spent more time on skincare today than usual.

He didn't come out of the room until 7:45.

"I had breakfast," Yisheng said to her.

Today's breakfast was quite rich, with soup dumplings, steamed buns, fragrant rice porridge, paired with vegetables, garlic-sauce stir-fried pickled bamboo shoots, and a fried egg.

Breakfasts are all set.

Two soup dumplings, one steamed dumpling, a bowl of rice porridge and a fried egg, some greens and a small dish of appetizing garlic-marinated pickled bamboo shoots.

The soup dumplings and steamed buns were made by her younger brother, while the congee and vegetables were made by Yisheng. They all tasted very good.

Especially Yi Sheng's garlic-flavored stir-fried pickled bamboo shoots, the bamboo shoots were made by Yi Sheng last week. The acidity was just right, and the texture was very crispy. It wasn't like those bought from the market because they were marinated with chemicals and had a pungent odor. A small chili pepper was also added to give it a slight spiciness that stimulated appetite. The sour and spicy flavor opened up one's appetite.

Yisheng told Wen Pingsheng, "From now on, wake up at seven o'clock, get ready and change clothes for twenty-five minutes, and you must leave your room by 7:30 at the latest."

"I... I'll try my best." Wen Ping Sheng answered hesitantly.

"There's no such thing as 'not trying your best,' it's mandatory." Yisheng said with an assertive tone, "Or do you have an opinion about that, hmm"

"No." He didn't dare. Wen Ping Sheng shook his head.

She took back her previous words. This man was not easy to talk to at all.

Someone cooked the dish too well, Wen Ping Sheng drank a bowl of porridge, and was about to serve a second bowl when Yi Sheng stopped him.

Yi Sheng said, “Breakfast should not be eaten too much.”

"……" Wen Ping Sheng.

It's bad enough that I can't get a good night's sleep, but now they won't even let me eat a proper breakfast. Is this how humans live

It's inhumane and incredibly cruel!

"My food isn't finished yet, my grandma taught me since I was little that we shouldn't waste food, we should know every meal is a blessing, each grain…" Wen Ping Sheng tried to struggle.

Before she could finish her words, Yisheng simply took away the plate of vegetables she was about to serve and poured the remaining dishes onto his own plate.

Wen Ping Sheng was dumbfounded, “”

That must be her special bowl of porridge she kept for a second serving!

Not only does she not get to eat enough breakfast, but now she's not even allowed to finish her vegetables.

She felt so pitiful.

After everyone finished breakfast.

Wen Ping Sheng, who didn't contribute to breakfast, was naturally sent to wash the dishes.

Yi Sheng and Wen Yi Zhou sat opposite each other on the sofa in the living room.

"You don't have to work" said Yisheng.

Wen Yizhou is a star in the entertainment industry. His first appearance in a suspenseful crime drama made him famous. The outside world doesn't know his identity as the young master of the Wen family.

"And what about you You don't have to work" Wen Yizhou retorted, then went on and on, "You don't work, will you be able to support my little Sheng in the future Every time T-house, Chanel, Dior, Gucci, Hermes, Givenchy releases new products, my little Sheng has to buy them, must grab limited editions; in the Kyoto Wen family, our little Sheng has two walk-in closets; and there are cars, changing one every six months at most."

Actually, most of these brand names were bought by several of Wen's older brothers as if they were competing for favor, especially limited editions, which they had to grab.

"He had heard of these brands, but he didn't know how much they cost."

Therefore, he did not respond to Wen Yizhou's words.

Wen Yizhou, seeing this, thought of many literati and scholars or geniuses in certain fields throughout history who considered themselves superior, disdaining wealth and fame. They appeared glamorous on the surface, but in reality, their lives were impoverished.

Then he said again, "Mr. An, our Wen family doesn't care much about finding a suitable match, but if you really intend to marry our little Sheng in the future, at least you have to be able to support her, right Don't say marrying someone rich and powerful, but if your life quality would decrease after marriage compared to now, it might be better to just be a noble single dog."

In fact, what Wen Yizhou said makes a lot of sense.

Seeing Yi Sheng being 'educated' to the point where he couldn't speak, Wen Yi Zhou wanted to say something else. As his eyes caught sight of Wen Ping Sheng who had just washed the dishes and kitchen utensils coming out from the kitchen, he stopped abruptly.

He simply said, "In short, gentlemen, please think carefully about what I just said. Do everything within your means."

The deep meaning behind the saying "within one's capacity" is that if you can't afford to raise his little Sheng, then let him go.

Wen Ping Sheng saw that his younger brother seemed to be both teaching and persuading Yi Sheng, so he couldn't help but ask curiously, "What are you guys talking about". 。"Si Kong Liu Yi walked back to her side, as if nothing had happened, raising a charming smile and replying." 。Thinking of that man, still as heartless as ever, her heart ached. A bitterness sprea...