Noticing Yan An’s gaze, Qi Yan looked up, raising an eyebrow, slightly puzzled.

Yan An gave him a meaningful glance before shifting her focus, taking an empty bowl and filling it with a large portion of rice. She then ate one dish after another.

Each one was a feast for the senses; colorful, fragrant, and full of flavor. This was a taste she had never experienced before. She was already full, but she still wanted more.

Why hadn’t she realized how delicious human food was before? If she had known, she wouldn’t have missed so much.

It was Qi Yan who had misled her. They had eaten together before, and the food she ate had been his cooking.

Back then, she had eagerly grabbed her chopsticks, eager to try the unfamiliar food. But after tasting it, it was either too salty, too bitter, or tasteless.

None of it was anything she enjoyed.

But Qi Yan never showed any sign of discomfort. He ate gracefully, savoring each bite, as if enjoying the food. No one suspected it was the food that was at fault; everyone thought it was her own issue.

And so, she had believed it. She had thought her taste was just different from humans, so she resolved to drink more water, soak up more sun, and avoid trying the strange foods.

Only tonight did she realize that Qi Yan’s cooking was just bad.

But why didn’t he notice anything wrong?

Yan An was puzzled, taking another bite of braised pork and glancing at Qi Yan again.

He was eating too, with the same serene expression he had three years ago.

Whether the food was bad or good, he ate it with the same look.

What’s going on? Doesn’t he feel anything is wrong?

Yan An couldn’t figure it out. She was confused but didn’t say anything.

After all, it was a live show, and they were divorced. She didn’t have the right to say anything.

Shaking her head, she decided not to dwell on it and focused on the food in front of her.

The door to a new world had just opened for her.

At the table, Liang Baiyu watched her in surprise, not understanding why his friend had suddenly gone crazy. Hadn’t she just complained that human food was terrible and said she wouldn’t eat it again?

Wen Yang silently scoffed at her. Just moments ago, she said she wasn’t eating, but now she looked like a starving ghost once Jiang Tian asked her to eat.

It was so hypocritical, and frankly, foolish. This was a live broadcast, and Yan An’s behavior was sure to be criticized.

Thinking of this, Wen Yang suppressed a smile, her expression shy, and she subtly glanced at Qi Yan, her eyes filled with meaning and expectation.

And inside the room, Yan An, looking at the small figure of Yan Kuku emerging from her pocket and transforming into human form. She finally remembered something.

Yan Mengmeng still hadn’t been rescued from Qi Yan.

There was a strange bond between a mother and child, and she could clearly sense that Yan Mengmeng was temporarily safe.

But no one could guarantee that Yan Mengmeng would always be safe with Qi Yan. Who knows if he would suddenly slice her up, squeeze out lemon juice, and make tea with it?

At the thought, Yan An shuddered and was about to rush downstairs.

But then she remembered how Qi Yan had refused to give her the lemon earlier and almost cut the bitter gourd right in front of her. She hesitated and thought it might not be a good idea to act rashly.

His refusal might be because she had been too anxious and worried from the start, which made him suspicious.

Yan An was extremely cautious when it came to her little “seedling baby.”

Yan Kuku, who had been watching Yan An’s every expression change, wore a sad face and anxiously asked, “Mom, is my brother in danger now? That bad man almost cut me up; will he cut my brother too?”

Yan An sighed, “It’s hard to say.”

Hearing this, Yan Kuku almost cried. “Then what should we do? Mom, you have to think of a way to save my brother!”

Yan An pulled at the leaves sprouting from her head. “I’m not sure if your brother can sneak out on his own.”

Yan Kuku said, “Brother definitely can’t. He must be really scared right now and might forget to run! Besides, he’s a lemon now, and you said that lemons can’t move. Brother always listens well.”

Yan An sniffed the faint bitter smell in the air, glanced at the worried bitter gourd baby, and took out her phone. “Let me see if Uncle Pigeon can help.”

Yan An wanted to message: Pigeon, emergency! It’s bad, Yan Mengmeng has been taken by Qi Yan!

Pigeon: Why did my nephew get taken by Qi Yan?

Yan An wanted to message: Because I let the lemon and bitter gourd go out to play, but Qi Yan found them, picked them up, and said what he saw was his.

Pigeon: This so-called Qi Yan… that big movie star has a bad character.

Yan An wanted to message: Right, right, and Kuku almost got sliced tonight, but I saved him. But the lemon is still with him. Can you help get him back? Just tell him your throat’s not feeling well and ask to borrow a lemon to make tea.

Pigeon: I can do that. I’ll go in a bit.

Yan An wanted to send a message: How long is “a bit”?

Pigeon: I’m finishing this movie in ten minutes, then I’ll go.

Yan An looked down at Yan Kuku, who was sitting at her feet, his face filled with worry. He raised his head and said, “Mom, don’t trust Uncle Pigeon’s words.”

Yan An bit her finger. “I’ll think of another way.”

Inside the building, only six guests were staying, while the staff was in the nearby area.

After the recording ended, the house became quiet.

At first, the sound of a guy downstairs wearing flip-flops could be heard walking into his room.

But as time passed, by nearly eleven at night, there was no more movement.

Everyone had finished washing up and was settled in bed.

Liang Baiyu was watching a movie, Jiang Tian was playing games, Ji Lan was stretching and practicing punches, and Yan An was in her room waiting for Qi Yan to fall asleep.

Meanwhile, Wen Yang opened the door to her room and stepped out.

The lights outside on the third floor had long been turned off, leaving the place in darkness.

But her vision wasn’t hindered in the slightest. Wearing a small camisole, she walked down the stairs gracefully and arrived at Qi Yan’s room.

Wen Yang took a deep breath. After confirming with the system, she knocked on the door.

It wasn’t long before the door opened, and Qi Yan appeared in the doorway.

He looked at Wen Yang, his eyes flickering slightly, as though he hadn’t expected her to be the one standing there.

He had thought it was someone else.

Qi Yan’s expression turned cold. In the dim light, his face, now partially hidden in the shadows, revealed an air of concealed danger and menace. “Is there something?”

Wen Yang didn’t notice any of this. Instead, she focused on communicating with the system: ‘System, I want to use the Charm skill.’

System: [Ding. Charm skill activated. Duration: Ten minutes. Please use it wisely, Host.]

Wen Yang smiled and lightly twisted her body. Her skirt fluttered slightly, and the delicate light from the doorway illuminated her slender ankle.

She spoke, her voice slow and deliberate, enchanting and mesmerizing: “Qi Yan, the moonlight is beautiful tonight. Shall we go for a walk outside?”

Her voice was soft, like the breeze brushing past willows in spring, but it had a strangely seductive and unnerving quality.

Qi Yan’s gaze faltered for a moment, and the depths of his eyes swirled briefly, losing focus.

He lowered his head to look at Wen Yang, replying mechanically, “Sure.”

Wen Yang was somewhat surprised by Qi Yan’s reaction, thinking that the system’s skill was indeed effective.

Suppressing her delight, she shyly nodded and, together with the stiff Qi Yan, descended the stairs and left the house.

Shortly after they left, Yan An, estimating the time, quietly opened the door.

Behind her, a little baby, Yan Kuku, looked worried as he clung to her skirt, his eyes full of concern.

Yan An turned back, gently pushing Yan Kuku back into the room and comforting him. She told him to wait in the room like a good boy and slipped out.

She tiptoed down the stairs, intending to find Qi Yan on the second floor.

During their brief time living together after marriage, Qi Yan had always had a very regular routine.

He would lie in bed by eleven o’clock every night, and within ten minutes, he’d be asleep.

Once he was asleep, she could use some spiritual power to unlock the door quietly and take away the little lemon without anyone noticing.

The plan was perfect.

Yan An stopped at the door and knocked.

One knock, two knocks, three knocks…there was no sound from inside.

She pressed against the door, feeling a surge of joy. He must be asleep!

Just as Yan An was about to spend ten thousand spirit points to unlock the door, she realized it wasn’t locked at all. She gave it a gentle push, and it opened effortlessly.

The lights inside were still on, but the bed and bathroom were empty. Qi Yan wasn’t there.

Yan An, who had snuck in like a thief, let out a sigh of relief. She didn’t care where Qi Yan had gone; all that mattered was that he wasn’t here. Without wasting a second, she began searching for Yan Mengmeng, calling out softly, “Mengmeng, Mommy’s here. Where are you? Come out quickly.”

As soon as she finished speaking, something rolled out from beneath the slightly messy blankets on the bed. A bright yellow lemon tumbled across the floor and stopped at Yan An’s feet.

With a tearful voice, it cried out excitedly, “Mommy!”

Yan An let out another relieved sigh, bent down to scoop up the lemon, and tucked it into her pocket without hesitation. She didn’t dare linger and immediately turned to leave.

But just then, the doorknob turned from the outside.

Qi Yan walked in.