When the first ray of morning sun shone into the master bedroom, Qin Fan sat up with a solemn expression.

The most awkward thing in the world wasn't waking up in the morning with a man sleeping next to you, but... the man looking like he had been abused.

Qin Fan's gaze uncontrollably darted towards the man.

His eyes were slightly closed, his breathing even. His handsome face looked quiet and gentle because he was asleep.

However, at this moment, the man's fair neck was covered with bite marks, incriminating evidence that revealed Qin Fan's misdeeds from last night.

Qin Fan had a well-founded suspicion: the lawyer's letter drafted by the Xie Group's Legal Team would soon have another addition.

Perhaps because Qin Fan's stare was too direct, Xie Yanli's brows furrowed slightly. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Qin Fan with her arms crossed, looking at him with a heavy and solemn expression.

The man's cool voice was tinged with morning hoarseness, "Mrs. Xie, I'm not dead yet."

Qin Fan was stunned for two seconds and didn't react. "Huh?"

Xie Yanli rubbed the space between his eyebrows. "So, you don't need to wear that expression of mourning for a dead husband."

Qin Fan: "..."

After all, she felt guilty. Although she had a stomach full of complaints, she still put on the smile of a gentle and virtuous wife. "You're awake. Sorry, I drank too much last night..."

Seeing her feigning ignorance now, Xie Yanli's mind flashed back to last night before bed, when she clutched his hand tightly, her eyes filled with tears, as fragile as white porcelain.

Seeing Xie Yanli's silence, Qin Fan secretly pursed her lips, suspecting that she might have bullied him so badly last night that he was questioning his life.

For a moment, there was nothing to say, and the bedroom fell silent.

Qin Fan couldn't take it anymore and closed her eyes in frustration. "What on earth did I do to you last night?"

"Just say it, I can take it!"

Hearing the heavy, listless tone in her voice, Xie Yanli slowly sat up. After some thought, he said, "Are you talking about how you bit me and licked me while shouting that you were a cat?"

"Or how you called me 'Daddy' while..."

The man's voice was slow and unhurried, as if he were discussing a very ordinary topic.

However—

Qin Fan's mind suddenly exploded!

Ahhh! I'm going crazy!

She had actually done something so shameful last night. No wonder Xie Yanli's neck was in such a state.

Qin Fan's body stiffened. Before Xie Yanli could finish, she wrapped herself in the blanket with a blank expression and said in a muffled voice, "I wish President Xie a pleasant day at work. Goodbye."

Xie Yanli lowered his eyes and, just before she hid in the blanket, saw her small, bright red ears under her dark hair.

Qin Fan hid for a while, then quietly peeked out with her eyes, watching Xie Yanli get out of bed. She muttered in a low voice, "Don't misunderstand. That's a favorite game among us young people, called 'kitty nuzzle'."

"It expresses, um, expresses..."

Qin Fan couldn't make anything up anymore and gave up in despair. "Anyway, nothing you say or do when you're drunk counts, so hurry up and forget it!"

Xie Yanli gave her a faint glance and nonchalantly opened the door to leave.

"Wait, you're going out like that?"

Qin Fan, wrapped in the blanket, quickly blocked his way.

Xie Yanli motioned for her to look at the clock on the wall. "Mrs. Xie, it's six-thirty."

The meaning was very clear: it was time for him to go to work.

Qin Fan didn't let him pass. "You're going to work like that? Aren't you afraid your subordinates or business partners will laugh at you?"

Xie Yanli let go of the doorknob and looked at her calmly—

So who's to blame?

Qin Fan completely understood the look in Xie Yanli's eyes. She grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. "You, come with me."

Two minutes later, in front of the vanity mirror.

Qin Fan's slender white fingertips held a tube of concealer. Braving Xie Yanli's rather cold and dangerous gaze, she carefully used her fingertips to blend the concealer she had dotted onto his neck.

Xie Yanli lowered his head slightly and could clearly see Qin Fan's thick eyelashes, perfectly still. Her small mouth was also tightly pursed, a picture of breathless concentration.

It was as if the girl who had been silently shedding tears last night was just an illusion. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly asked, "Why did you drink last night?"

Qin Fan's fingertips paused slightly. She answered casually, "As an adult woman, do I need a reason to have a drink?"

Xie Yanli looked thoughtful. "Were you wronged somewhere?"

"Not at all."

Looking at the man's slender neck, now taken care of, she figured it shouldn't be noticeable from a normal social distance. Qin Fan breathed a long sigh of relief:

She had never put this much effort into her own makeup!

Qin Fan didn't want to discuss with Xie Yanli whether she had been wronged or not.

A plastic couple has no need for heartfelt talks.

"Alright, you can go to work now." Qin Fan pushed the now-changed Xie Yanli out of the room.

Before he left, Qin Fan seriously instructed, "Don't touch your neck today, or you'll smudge the makeup."

Xie Yanli: "..."

Makeup?

The moment Xie Yanli left, the smile on Qin Fan's face vanished instantly, and she stared coldly at her phone.

Drinking last night was the last time she would allow herself to indulge her emotions.

She still had a career to build; she couldn't stay down for too long. Once it passed, she would be that fearless little fairy again!

Just then, Xiao Tu sent her a message reminder:

"Sister, at the event the day before yesterday, you promised your fans you'd personally make a dessert tutorial. Do you need me to come over and help?"

Of course, Qin Fan didn't need Xiao Tu. She took her equipment and walked into the kitchen by herself.

She even startled the chefs. "Madam, do you have any instructions for us?"

Qin Fan set up the filming equipment herself. "It's nothing, I want to make a dessert myself. What fresh fruit do you have in the kitchen today?"

The chef replied, "We just got some honey peaches that were air-freighted today. Would you like to use them?"

A series of honey peach dessert tutorials appeared in Qin Fan's mind. She then nodded slightly, "Yes."

"Then let's make peach mochi."

Once everything was prepared, Qin Fan gave the chefs the day off.

In the huge kitchen, she was the only one left.

Her movements were very practiced. She followed the steps to peel the peaches and dice them.

Just as she was about to put the peach skins in the pot to boil into peach juice, the video ringtone of the phone on the countertop suddenly went off.

In the quiet space, the ringtone was exceptionally clear.

Qin Fan tilted her head to look at the phone screen next to her.

The three words "Little Rich Woman" arrogantly filled the screen.

It was her best friend since childhood, Jiang Yang. Unlike her own complicated family background, although Jiang Yang's mother had passed away early, her father, a tycoon worth tens of billions, doted on his only daughter, raising her to be both delicate and willful.

As soon as Qin Fan answered, she heard a noisy sound from the other end. "Where are you? It's so loud."

The camera shook for a moment, and soon a beautiful and glamorous face appeared.