As the maid daydreamed, her gaze unintentionally fell on Nangong Ruyue.

Nangong Ruyue had always lived in luxury, never having done mental or physical labor, and had no idea what hardship or toil was, probably never even absorbed any ultraviolet rays.

So her skin was fair, smooth, and radiant, flawlessly clear.

Except for some barely noticeable fine lines at the corners of her eyes, she looked exactly 30 years old.

Especially her hands, which seemed like a gentle squeeze might bruise them.

The maid glanced discreetly at her own hands and thought silently, it’s really infuriating when comparing people.

No wonder they have such a good relationship.

Both are ageless monsters, how could their relationship not be good?

Even if young girls tried to seduce Mr. Xiao, she believed they couldn’t compare to the lady.

After all, the lady’s noble aura was enough to eclipse a lot of women.

And the maid’s once lively heart upon seeing Xiao Zexin now calmed down instantly.

She decided she would honestly just do her job as a maid.

Xiao Zexin walked over and sat opposite Nangong Ruyue.

The maid approached respectfully and asked, "Sir, would you like a Chinese-style breakfast or a Western-style breakfast?"

Xiao Zexin glanced at the pumpkin porridge Nangong Ruyue was eating and said indifferently, "Chinese."

"Alright."

The maid quickly served him a Chinese-style breakfast.

Xiao Zexin stirred the pumpkin porridge with a spoon but kept his eyes on Nangong Ruyue.

"Ahem..." He coughed lightly twice, trying to get her attention.

Nangong Ruyue lifted her eyes to glance at him, Xiao Zexin felt a surge of joy and was about to speak.

But Nangong Ruyue pushed a slip of paper towards him.

He picked it up, and it read: Whoever speaks to the other first loses.

Xiao Zexin: "..."

What was he supposed to do?

Speak or not speak?

If he didn’t speak, he would feel uncomfortable. If he did, he would lose.

Nangong Ruyue didn’t look at his reaction, and calmly continued eating.

Xiao Zexin, frustrated, lowered his head and ate.

After breakfast, Nangong Ruyue took two maids for a walk outside.

Xiao Zexin hurried to follow, wanting to go out with them.

Just as he reached the door, a maid stopped him: "Sir, you can’t go out, your wound hasn’t healed. The lady said you can only recuperate at home."

"Tell her my wound is already healed," Xiao Zexin said, his eyes still on Nangong Ruyue’s retreating figure.

The maid shook her head: "The lady said no."

"You haven’t even asked, how do you know she said no?"

"The lady instructed, no matter what you say, it’s not allowed."

By now, Nangong Ruyue had already walked far away.

Xiao Zexin’s face turned cold: "What if I insist on going out?"

Two bodyguards standing guard at the door stepped forward, expressionless, "Then, sir, please defeat us first!"

Xiao Zexin: "..."

He had some skills, but these bodyguards were professionally trained, unbelievably strong.

He wasn’t their match.

Xiao Zexin, feeling defeated, reluctantly turned back.

He sat on the sofa, itching with restlessness.

He couldn’t talk to Ruyue, couldn’t even follow her out for a walk.

He felt like he was suffocating...

And she was definitely doing it on purpose, just to make him compromise.

If it were anything else, he would compromise without a word. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

But this time, absolutely no compromise!

However, being alone at home was really boring...

...

Nangong Ruyue returned after just an hour of walking.