Chapter 6: She Remembered He Liked Seafood Porridge  

Due to his injury, Pei Yuezhou had switched to working from home, with assistants frequently coming and going with documents.  

Yu Zhi sat on the living room sofa in a French vintage-style dress, admiring her freshly done nails with satisfaction. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting a glow on her that resembled an oil painting from the last century.  

Her naturally wavy hair, paired with her striking and elegant features, made it impossible to look away.  

Two assistants, descending from the second floor at that moment, were utterly transfixed by the sight.  

A stunning, retro-style beauty like this was a once-in-a-century sight! Even the slightest flaw in either her face or figure would have ruined it!  

Ugh, their stone-faced boss had been eating this well all along? How unfair…  

Both saw jealousy reflected in each other’s eyes.  

One even mustered the courage to sneak a photo, but suddenly felt a chill down her spine—an inexplicable sense of danger. She stiffly turned her head.  

And locked eyes with their boss.  

Pei Yuezhou leaned against the second-floor railing, his expression dark and full of warning. It was unclear how long he had been standing there.  

The assistant’s hands trembled in fear, not daring to look again as she awkwardly clung to her colleague and hurried out.  

“Hey, wait a moment.”  

Yu Zhi called out to them.  

Even her voice was mesmerizing!  

But under the oppressive aura of their boss, they stiffly turned around, forcing polite smiles. “Madam, is there something you need?”  

Yu Zhi uncrossed her legs and stood, taking a couple of steps toward them. “Are you coming back later? I’m planning to bake some cookies—if you’re around, I’ll pack some for you.”  

The assistants were overjoyed inside, but with the possessive wolf still lurking upstairs, they had to reluctantly decline. “Sorry, Madam, we have fieldwork later.”  

Watching their composed, professional demeanor, Yu Zhi couldn’t help but admire them—true role models.  

“No worries, feel free to visit anytime.”  

As soon as she said it, she realized how odd it sounded.  

What working professional would want to spend their day off staring at their boss’s face?  

But to the assistants, her words were a beacon of hope. Sure, no one wanted to see their boss’s scowl on a day off, but who wouldn’t want to feast their eyes on a beauty to cleanse their soul?  

Still, they maintained their composure. “Of course, thank you, Madam.”  

Only after walking a considerable distance did the prickling sensation on their backs finally fade, and they sighed in relief.  

Then, they immediately opened the company group chat and started raving.  

**[OMG, we saw the boss’s wife!!! She’s insanely gorgeous, you hear me? Just sitting there, no tricks, just pure beauty! And her voice is heavenly! She even kindly offered us cookies she’d bake!!!]**  

**[Is she the delicate, youthful type? Hmm… wouldn’t she look like a daughter next to our boss?]**  

**[Nope! A full-on retro-style bombshell! Especially when they stand together—their legs alone are unreal, like they’re from a different dimension.]**  

**[Damn, no wonder they’re a power couple from a chaebol family.]**  

**[For real? I’d pay big bucks for a sneak photo from the estate!]**  

**[You’re insane. How dare you?]**  

**[Everyone, stay rational. We just stole a few glances at the boss’s wife, and our boss’s glare was practically venomous. Terrifying.]**

【Damn! So possessive? Our boss usually comes off as such an ascetic type.】  

【Tch, men. If I had a wife that gorgeous, I’d keep an even tighter leash on her.】  

Soon, the group chat exploded with 99+ unread messages.  

Meanwhile, Yu Zhi, blissfully unaware as she binge-watched her drama, was just getting to the part where the leads were embroiled in some cliché misunderstanding when a notification popped up.  

It was from Song Chuhe.  

【Don’t worry, I’ve already handled the matter.】  

Yu Zhi arched a brow. Handled? Was this some kind of provocation?  

She started typing furiously, ready to confront him head-on.  

【You know these things usually require evidence, right?】  

Her entry and exit records had long been wiped, the surveillance system tampered with in advance, not to mention the specially treated tools she’d used—if even a single fingerprint could be lifted from them, she’d eat her hat.  

What Yu Zhi wanted was for him to know she despised him. If those corporate power plays could actually solve anything, Pei Yuezhou wouldn’t have ended up so badly hurt.  

Her methods might not have been sophisticated, but they were damn satisfying.  

【No need to worry. I’ve destroyed all the evidence. Aside from me and my trusted aide, no one else knows what happened in that room.】  

Yu Zhi was baffled, wondering if she’d suddenly forgotten how to read Chinese.  

What was Song Chuhe playing at?  

Was he joking or dead serious?  

Who the hell gets beaten up and then rushes to destroy evidence to protect their attacker?  

She was pretty sure she hadn’t hit him in the head.  

Before she could figure it out, another message from Song Chuhe arrived.  

【Would you like to have dinner together?】  

Yu Zhi rejected him outright—no way was she risking poison.  

【Get help if you’re sick.】  

Since returning, the first thing Yu Zhi had overhauled was the household menu. Those bland, watery dishes were tolerable once in a while, but eating them daily was torture.  

When dinner was served, the table was laden with delicacies.  

The head chef nodded with pride.  

Pei Yuezhou glanced at the empty seat across from him and signaled a servant to fetch her.  

The servant hurried into the elevator.  

Butler Li fidgeted, his fingers nearly digging into his palms.  

Pei Yuezhou saw right through him. “Spit it out.”  

“Don’t you think, sir, that Madam has changed quite a bit lately?”  

Pei Yuezhou’s gaze turned icy in an instant. “I don’t want to hear that again.”  

Butler Li hastily bowed. “Understood.”  

Anyone with eyes could see it.  

The vibrant, spirited Yu Zhi now was worlds apart from the lifeless shell she’d been before.  

It was as if she’d been possessed.  

But only Pei Yuezhou knew—this Yu Zhi was the real one.  

The one he’d moved heaven and earth to keep by his side.  

Over the years, he’d watched her transform into someone cold and numb, as though replaced by a stranger. He’d assumed it was the shock of Yu Heng’s accident and that time would heal her.  

But it hadn’t.  

He’d doubted, even secretly had her DNA tested, forcing himself to accept that this was still Yu Zhi.  

His beloved had simply stopped loving him.  

But so what?  

She would always be his.  

So he’d schemed, even resorted to force, to make her agree—to secure her as Mrs. Pei.  

He knew their marriage was a hollow facade. He’d wrestled with guilt, questioned his actions, but just as he wavered, fate handed him a glimmer of hope.

His Zhizhi seemed to have returned…

But he didn’t know if her love for him had come back with her.

The moment Yu Zhi sat down, she felt Pei Yuezhou’s scorching gaze on her, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

Before she could speak, a message popped up on her phone.

A casual glance revealed it was Song Chuhe again, sending an empty text box.

Yu Zhi frowned and replied with a question mark.

[Song Chuhe: Nothing, just wanted to see if you’d blocked me.]

“What a weirdo…” But it did remind her. Without hesitation, she blocked him, bringing peace to her world once more.

Across from her, Pei Yuezhou slowly lifted his head, his beautifully curved eyes filled with hesitation.

Yu Zhi quickly clarified, “Hey, I wasn’t talking about you.”

Pei Yuezhou didn’t respond, continuing to eat his meal at a leisurely pace.

Butler Li watched the scene unfold and couldn’t help but feel amused. However, to avoid a pay cut, he suppressed his laughter—only to meet the lady’s summoning gaze.

Oh no, had he been caught?

Trembling with fear, he approached, only to hear her say, “I didn’t ask the kitchen to make Sweet Fermented Rice Soup with Dumplings, did I? A Yue is allergic to alcohol.”

Pei Yuezhou’s clenched right hand gradually relaxed, his knuckles still carrying the faint coolness from the table’s surface.

She still cared.

Butler Li grimaced. “It was… the Master’s request.”

Yu Zhi assumed he just wanted to try it, recalling how back in university, he’d insisted on tasting rum-filled chocolates—only to end up with reddened skin, drunkenly clinging to her and crying about how awful he felt.

She shot Pei Yuezhou an exasperated look. Even as an adult, he still couldn’t be trusted to take care of himself.

Yu Zhi stood up, moved the Sweet Fermented Rice Soup with Dumplings to her side, and ladled him a bowl of his favorite Seafood Porridge, placing it by his hand.

Pei Yuezhou’s breath hitched almost imperceptibly as his gaze settled on the steaming porridge before him. Something in his heart seemed to be growing wildly.

Outwardly composed, he picked up the porcelain bowl. The comforting warmth seeped through the ceramic into his hands, yet his fingertips curled slightly, unnoticed.