Five big shots, is there no food at home?

Moonlight slanted into the living room, draping the tranquil space in a silvery veil.

Shu Nian moved lightly through the dimness, fighting off sleepiness and a hunger that rumbled within her like a wild beast.

She descended the stairs and stepped into the empty living room, which felt eerily hollow.

Suddenly, a discordant shadow stretched across the far end of her vision—a powerful man reclining lazily yet dangerously on the sofa, the moonlight tracing the sharp lines of his stern profile.

Shu Nian’s footsteps faltered involuntarily, her heart pounding as if the invisible pressure might swallow her whole in the next moment.

There lay Fu Zhouye on the sofa, clad in a perfectly tailored dark suit with his jacket casually open, revealing a pristine white shirt beneath. The collar was slightly undone, exuding a blend of rebelliousness and nonchalance.

His sleeves were rolled up carelessly, exposing strong, well-defined forearms. The smooth lines of his suit trousers extended down to his ankles, paired with impeccably polished leather shoes that enhanced his air of nobility and dominance.

Swallowing nervously, Shu Nian’s drowsiness vanished instantly as her gaze cautiously skimmed over his tightly pressed lips.

Wow, this man is incredibly handsome. No wonder the heroines in those domineering CEO novels fall for the boss!

Even during her previous life as a star, she had never encountered anyone like him.

With such height, good looks, and charm, he could have soared to stardom effortlessly.

Truly stunning!

Shu Nian intended to bypass the boss and head to the kitchen, but then thought, what if he caught a cold? After all, he was her precious benefactor!

So, she tiptoed back to the sofa and quietly draped a blanket over him like a little thief.

What if Fu Zhouye caught a cold? He was her golden sponsor—she had to look out for him.

Then, sneaking into the kitchen, she rummaged left and right, puzzled.

Did the boss’s household never eat?

There was nothing at all—not even basic noodles, let alone snacks or bread.

Was the boss planning to cultivate immortality? Were all the numerous servants in the house subsisting on air?

As she pondered this, she muttered to herself, “Could it be… he’s afraid of thieves in the house?”

“Don’t you look like a thief yourself?” a shadow beside her said, looming over Shu Nian.

Startled, she grabbed a spoon nearby, ready to throw it.

Just as she was about to throw it, a pair of steady, strong hands pressed down on hers, confiscating the spoon and placing it on the table.

Shu Nian trembled from the unexpected gesture.

She snapped her head up and met Fu Zhouye’s deep, cold eyes that seemed to harbor endless secrets and storms, bottomless and inscrutable.

He furrowed his brow slightly, scrutinizing the woman before him with a serious gaze.

Shu Nian wore soft silk pajamas in a gentle pale blue, like the gentlest moonlight in the night sky, softly wrapping her graceful figure.

Sure enough, just a pretty face—empty-headed.

“Are you serious? You think there could be thieves in my estate?”

Indeed, how could there be thieves in such a well-guarded mansion?

The security was top-notch, and with so many servants, any thief daring enough to come here would likely be beaten half to death.

“I was narrow-minded... I mean, sir... no, what should I call you? Mr. Fu?”

Shu Nian quickly admitted her mistake—she could never afford to anger the boss. What if he cut off her funds?

Fu Zhouye’s thin lips parted, releasing two cold words: “As you wish.”

Then he slowly rose, tall and commanding like a towering pine.

Though Shu Nian was fairly tall herself, she barely reached his shoulder.

A true domineering CEO type, standing a solid 1.9 meters tall!

She marveled silently in her heart.

He took long strides, each step pressing on the taut strings of her heart.

Instinctively, Shu Nian stepped back until her back touched the cold kitchen tiles, nowhere left to flee.

Fu Zhouye stopped before her, looking down with an intense gaze.

“Um... I’m a bit hungry. Is there anything to eat here?” Shu Nian turned aside, trying to avoid his face.

Fu Zhouye’s eyes flashed with surprise but quickly returned to calm.

How foolish—running to the kitchen alone when hungry? Could she even cook?

Did she not know she could call Butler Li?

But he took a step back, slowly pulling his phone from his suit pocket. Unlocking it, the glowing screen reflected the sharp contours of his face. “I rarely come home, so they don’t prepare anything for me. Forgot about you, sorry.”

His tone was courteous and refined, truly befitting a gentleman raised in a top-tier aristocratic family.

“I’ll have someone prepare a late-night snack for you. Next time, remember to ask Butler Li. I’m leaving now.”

“Wait, the 40 million you gave me—I can use it freely, right?” Shu Nian looked at him nervously, her hands twisted together, eyes full of hope.

Fu Zhouye’s voice was calm as still water: “What’s given to you is yours. Use it as you wish.”

Seeing the hesitant look on Shu Nian’s face, he asked politely, “Anything else?”

“Mr. Fu, I don’t have your WeChat yet. As your contracted wife, I should have it—just in case I need to report something to you, or the third clause: to be available whenever you call.”

This time Shu Nian was even more anxious, her heart pounding wildly.

Actually, she wasn’t very eager to have his WeChat—it was just a precaution.

If she added him, and he wanted revenge, she could spread his WeChat widely.

Just imagining it was unbelievable.

She felt like a little venomous woman.

Fu Zhouye was not pleased with Mu Ruo’s arrival today but showed no sign of it out of respect for women.

Since this woman had dared to push her luck today...

With a few taps on the screen, polished by years of aristocratic upbringing, he handed the phone to Shu Nian, displaying a QR code.

Her trembling hand carefully scanned it with her own phone, a faint beep sounded.

Fu Zhouye looked at her with a teasing expression: “Did the madam just lose her heart today? Also, bare feet on the floor aren’t good for your health.”

Shu Nian was speechless.

How was she supposed to answer that?

How did the boss know she liked Yun Yang? That made no sense! She hadn’t even met Yun Yang—how could she think that?

Fu Zhouye paid her no mind, smiling slightly. “Fine, as long as you keep our agreement, you can think of whomever you want.”

Huh.

Not at all the wicked, arrogant, and domineering type—quite the opposite, his aura was gentle, like a warm spring breeze.

Is this really the Fu Zhouye everyone talks about?

Shu Nian forced a standard smile.

“If you don’t want to smile, then don’t. I won’t force you.”

Shu Nian...

That was a textbook “fake smile” from training—how did he see through it?

Fu Zhouye then gracefully ascended the stairs, his figure gradually vanishing at the landing.

One had to admit, the people in the boss’s household were incredibly efficient—within ten minutes, a lavish feast was laid out on the living room table.

Mu Ruo took a bottle of ice water from the table, twisted off the cap, and took a sip.

She glanced at Butler Li: “Why did Mr. Fu come home so late?”

Butler Li’s answer was flawless: “Sir has been very busy with work. If madam ever wants to speak with him, you can call me and I’ll relay the message.”

Hearing this, Mu Ruo was finally certain that the man she saw was indeed the Fu family’s great master.

Aren’t great masters supposed to be domineering CEOs? How could he be like this?

Refined and courteous, graceful and elegant—truly worthy of the title “peerless gentleman.”

He even had striking European blue eyes.

In terms of aura and demeanor, Fu Zhouye was far superior to her Yun Yang.

How had she been so blind in her previous life?

Even if she couldn’t win his favor, she could at least earn a salary!

Before she could think further, her stomach protested loudly, and she began eating heartily. Though she ate quickly, she maintained her elegance.

Butler Li watched Shu Nian devour her food, thinking that she must have been starving for days!

Yet this lively appearance was a stark contrast to before, when she appeared lifeless and expressionless, like a ghost.

The current madam was far more beautiful.