Chapter 1: The Long-Awaited Him  

Yu Zhi had just regained consciousness when a man pinned her wrists against the wall before she could even take in her surroundings.  

The overwhelming scent of hormones mixed with alcohol made her head spin.  

His sensual lips brushed against her ear as he whispered hoarsely, his eyes reddened, “What will it take to keep you by my side?”  

Hearing that familiar yet provocative voice, Yu Zhi struggled to process the situation.  

Wait—had she returned to her own world? Was the man pressing her against the wall really her shy, blushing boyfriend who used to get flustered at the slightest kiss?  

This wasn’t how things were supposed to go.  

**[Bingo, Host! You’ve indeed returned to your own world. No need to doubt—the man before you is indeed your boyfriend. Well, no… now he’s your husband, Pei Yuezhou~]**  

Yu Zhi only needed to hear the first half of the message before she could no longer suppress her longing and wanted to pull him into a tight embrace. Instead, his grip on her wrists only tightened further.  

Her struggle only fueled his misunderstanding. “Trying to push me away again?”  

Without waiting for a response, his scorching kiss descended upon her, filled with an overwhelming possessiveness that left no room for refusal.  

Yu Zhi couldn’t help but close her eyes, responding softly to the man she had missed day and night.  

Her reaction, however, made him stiffen slightly. He gradually pulled back, his mesmerizing peach-blossom eyes darkening as he gazed at the woman before him, her emotions laid bare.  

His sensual lips still glistened faintly, unbearably tempting.  

Her eyes trailed downward—his shirt collar was undone, revealing his collarbone and fair skin.  

Yu Zhi swallowed hard, unable to resist. “A Yue…”  

That long-lost name made his breathing grow heavier. His slender, elegant fingers pressed firmly against her reddened lips, as if confirming something.  

His touch was rough, making Yu Zhi uncomfortable.  

But with one wrist still trapped in his grasp, she finally snapped and bit down on his finger.  

She wanted him to let go from the pain.  

Instead, it only deepened his desire.  

In the next moment, the world spun around her as Pei Yuezhou threw her onto the bed. It didn’t hurt—instead, the atmosphere grew even more heated.  

His body pressed down on hers, his strong arms encircling her slender waist possessively.  

Hot breaths traced a path along her skin.  

Yu Zhi felt as though she were drowning in a warm sea, breathless yet unwilling to stop.  

Their long-awaited reunion lasted well into the night.  

By then, the alcohol had mostly worn off. His beautiful eyes lingered on the peaceful face of the woman in his arms, his long lashes casting shadows over the obsession hidden beneath. A faint redness tinged the corners of his eyes.  

Tonight had indeed been impulsive. Back then, he had schemed relentlessly to marry her, even going so far as to feign signing a prenuptial agreement just to coax her into staying as Mrs. Pei.  

One clause in particular had been highlighted in red by her—no intimacy without her consent.  

When she woke tomorrow, she would surely be furious, wouldn’t she?  

He could already imagine the icy disdain that would fill Yu Zhi’s eyes when she looked at him—an expression he knew all too well.  

A sharp ache pierced his chest, yet he couldn’t bring himself to let go, clinging greedily to this rare moment of warmth, even if it was fleeting.  

Closing his eyes, he pressed a tender kiss to her smooth forehead, like the most devout of worshippers.  

Only when the first light of dawn crept in did he reluctantly pull away.

Yu Zhi’s biological clock was extremely regular—she always woke up at six and had breakfast at six-thirty. The servants downstairs had long since prepared breakfast according to her habits and were waiting by the dining table for her to come down.

But the first person they saw was Pei Yuezhou, dressed in a tailored suit, exuding an air of noble elegance, yet with an unusual sense of urgency about him, as if he were in a hurry to leave.

The servants didn’t dare to pry and immediately lowered their heads in greeting.

Pei Yuezhou merely gave a slight nod before stepping into the understated Cayenne.

The servants assumed Yu Zhi would come downstairs soon, but after nearly an hour, there was still no movement from either the staircase or the elevator.

Even Butler Li was surprised.

Their robotic Madam was like an NPC on a fixed schedule—eating, sleeping, and studying with clockwork precision. She even wore the same black suit dress every day.

She could recite dictionaries in Chinese, Korean, English, and French from memory, and despite her young age, she had already achieved a postdoctoral degree. Her eyes were devoid of emotion, filled only with an insatiable thirst for knowledge.

She was practically machine-like.

If not for the occasional arguments with Master, they might have thought he had married an AI.

But today…

Butler Li raised his pocket watch again, deep in thought. It was already eight o’clock.

The food on the table had gone cold.

Yet no one dared to suggest going upstairs to call Yu Zhi. It wasn’t that she was usually difficult to get along with—it was just that last night’s argument between Master and Madam was still fresh in their minds, and no one wanted to risk provoking her.

With a resigned sigh, Butler Li instructed, “Take the food away to reheat it, then keep it warm in the insulated box until Madam comes down.”

“Yes.”

Yu Zhi slept soundly until past eleven, completely unaware of what had happened downstairs.

It had been too long since she’d indulged—last night’s recklessness had left her aching all over.

Slowly, she sat up, enduring the discomfort as she made her way to the bathroom. After a quick shower, her gaze swept over the mirror, taking in the scattered red marks on her body. The memories of last night’s panting and flushed heat flooded her mind, and she couldn’t help but curve her lips.

The innocent 19-year-old college student Pei Yuezhou was adorable, but the 26-year-old CEO Pei was far more captivating.

[Good morning, Host! Headquarters has revoked the AI Trusteeship over your body. The AI Brain has been deactivated. Welcome home~]

“Morning, Xiao Shui,” Yu Zhi replied, drying her slightly damp hair as she surveyed the bedroom.

The decor was a blend of Eastern and Western styles—simple yet elegant.

Very much to her taste.

She pulled open the wardrobe door but froze at the sight before her.

Row after row of identical black suit dresses filled the space, and the shoe rack was lined with the same black round-toe flats. For a moment, she wondered if she was hallucinating.

“Seriously? A hundred identical outfits? Is this really how I dressed every day?”

[Yes, Host Master. During its tenure, the AI Brain strictly adhered to your studious persona, from clothing preferences to dietary habits, ensuring no out-of-character behavior occurred~]

“So what did I eat every day?”

[According to records: Breakfast—one boiled egg, one steamed purple sweet potato, a glass of milk, and a slice of whole wheat bread. Lunch—brown rice, sliced chicken breast, and seaweed soup. Dinner—a moderate portion of pumpkin porridge.]

Hearing this, Yu Zhi couldn’t help but twitch her lips. “That’s… quite healthy.”

But she couldn’t possibly eat like this all year round, could she?

Xiao Shui read her thoughts and promptly corrected her.

[It’s seven years of eating like this every single day, absolutely ensuring all your health indicators are optimal, providing solid support for your daily intense learning sessions.]

“Shut up,” Yu Zhi suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion.

Now everyone around her would think she was some kind of robot.

Mentally drained, but she had to accept reality.

“Alright, send me the memories from the past seven years so I can go downstairs and eat.”

With that, a flood of melodramatic soap opera memories filled Yu Zhi’s mind—two people who started as innocent high school sweethearts, only to spiral into a bitter, wealthy couple’s feud. In short: she ran, he chased, and she had no chance of escape.

All that was missing was Pei Yuezhou delivering the classic domineering CEO line: “Run again, and I’ll break your legs.”

Yu Zhi fell into an uncharacteristically long silence.

[Host, have you successfully received the memories? Please give this AI caretaker a five-star rating~]

Yu Zhi seriously suspected she had accessed the wrong file and rewound to watch it again.

It wasn’t until she saw the rainy day scene replay that she paused.

A 19-year-old Pei Yuezhou, drenched from head to toe, his eyes red-rimmed as he clutched at the hem of her clothes. Those beautiful peach-blossom eyes were filled with pleading and vulnerability: “Zhi Zhi, don’t abandon me. I didn’t initiate the breakup—I had no idea about those people from the Pei family…”

But the Yu Zhi in the memory held an umbrella, coldly sidestepping him, her voice devoid of any warmth: “Sorry, we’ve already broken up. Right now, I just want to focus on my studies. Please don’t disturb me anymore.”

With that, she turned and got into the car without giving Pei Yuezhou a single chance to explain.

Yu Zhi couldn’t take it anymore and cut off the playback.

“And you still want a five-star rating for this? Also, who was that male homewrecker who made us argue last night? Why is this AI adding its own drama?”

[Host, Song Chuhe is not a homewrecker. During the AI’s tenure, he frequently assisted the AI Brain in resolving various issues. On the favorability chart, he was naturally categorized as a friend. Last night, the AI Brain simply agreed to Song Chuhe’s request to celebrate his bedridden sister’s birthday, but your obsessive husband saw it and dragged you back.]

“Wait, what obsessive husband? How is our A Yue obsessive?”

[Indeed, host. After evaluation, Pei Yuezhou’s danger level is SSS+. During the AI’s service period, he not only restricted your freedom, interfered with your friendships, but also secretly beat your male friends half to death… Based on the above, we recommend that a healthy relationship is far more important than toxic excitement~]

“Nonsense! Shut up!”

She still remembered how that seemingly unapproachable, untouchable flower had clumsily learned to love her, step by step.

That pure, sincere person in her memories was the white moonlight she had missed for seven years.

So Yu Zhi wouldn’t let these things cloud her judgment. She would stay by his side and feel for herself whether that burning love was truly pathological.

And if… it was the worst-case scenario, Yu Zhi had enough time and patience to guide him back to the right path.