The setting sun, shining through the floor-to-ceiling window, cast a gentle orange glow over him.
It was as if Apollo, the sun god, was carefully polishing his beloved weapon.
That kind of focus, seriousness, composure, and elegance is exactly what draws a woman's attention most easily.
Even Cecilia Gu couldn't help but be drawn in, staring at Charles Yin in a daze for a long, long time.
The atmosphere between the two of them was so beautiful that Mrs. Zhang quietly stepped aside and whispered to Alex, who had come back with them, "Why did the young master come home so early today? It's not even time for the company to get off work yet, is it?"
In the past, Charles Yin would only come home after work, sometimes very late at night.
But today, the young master seemed a bit different.
Alex was Charles Yin's personal assistant, so asking him was definitely the right move.
Alex glanced deeply at Charles Yin and quietly told Mrs. Zhang, "From now on, the CEO probably won't be working overtime anymore."
Just after finishing an important video conference with overseas partners, Charles Yin, exhausted from two days and nights without sleep, immediately told Alex to drive him home.
On the way, Charles Yin couldn't help but doze off for a while. But the moment he stepped through the door, he was instantly alert, standing at the entrance and watching Cecilia Gu with intense focus for a long time.
Charles Yin's fingers moved nimbly, improvising the song 'I'm Yours'—the one Cecilia Gu had sung while watering the flowers that morning.
Cecilia Gu's eyes lit up instantly. She turned to Charles Yin in disbelief—he liked this song too?
Maybe it was because Cecilia Gu loved this song, so she couldn't help but sing along to Charles Yin's playing: "And it's our God-intended right to be loved, loved, loved, loved, loved.
So I won't hesitate no more, no more.
It cannot wait, I'm sure.
There's no need to complicate, our time is short.
This is our fate, I'm yours.
D-d-do you, do you, d-d-do, do you want to come??"
Whenever Cecilia Gu sang a note off-key, Charles Yin would gently correct her pronunciation.
Was this the most harmonious moment they've ever had together?
One played the piano, the other sang—it was so perfect that everyone in the house was left utterly stunned.
Their young master was actually accompanying the young mistress himself?
Sure enough, the young mistress really was special in the young master's heart!
Mrs. Zhang, hands trembling, recorded the scene on her phone and sent it to the chief housekeeper. The video would be delivered to Grandma Evelyn Yin immediately.
Surely Grandma Evelyn Yin would be delighted to see this, right?
Charles Yin hadn't expected Cecilia Gu to be in such a good mood today, singing this song in front of him for the first time. He glanced at her peaceful face and asked, "If you don't like playing the piano, why did you learn it?"
"My whole life has always been about being chosen, not choosing for myself," Cecilia Gu answered softly, still lost in the sweet melody from before. "I try my best to do everything I should—at home, I do the chores; at work, I do my job. Because I don't have a choice."
"So you'll try your best to be a good wife too?" The light in Charles Yin's long, narrow eyes was now shining brilliantly.
For a moment, the gentleness on Cecilia Gu's face froze in her eyes. She lowered her gaze, her long lashes hiding her disappointment.
Becoming a mother and getting married—both were things chosen for her.
What else could she do but try her best at everything?
Charles Yin didn't miss the disappointment in Cecilia Gu's eyes.
Her plain, makeup-free face managed a forced smile, but that smile stung Charles Yin's eyes—and his heart.
Damn it, why did his heart ache again?
The music under Charles Yin's fingers abruptly stopped.
Cecilia Gu knew Charles Yin was angry again.
Sigh, she always seemed to make him angry without even realizing it.
"I'm sorry," Cecilia Gu replied softly. "I'll do as you ask."
Just doing as asked—not doing it proactively, not willingly, not with the bright smile she had while watering the flowers this morning, right?
A forced smile really is dull and meaningless.
Charles Yin suddenly stood up from his chair and left with a blank expression.
Everyone in the room saw Charles Yin suddenly get angry and immediately knew the young mistress must have upset him. They all held their breath, afraid to make things worse.
Alex sighed—these two really were a pair of troublemakers...
"Dinner time." Even though he was a bit angry, Charles Yin remembered how Cecilia Gu had said those same three words to him last night, and he couldn't help but say them to her.
To Charles Yin, those three words were the warmest, gentlest thing anyone could say.
"Okay." Cecilia Gu obediently followed Charles Yin to the dining room.
As soon as they sat down, someone brought over disinfected towels for them to wipe their hands.
Looking at the table piled high with food, Cecilia Gu felt hungry after a busy day. And being pregnant, her appetite was naturally a bit bigger than usual.
Cecilia Gu tried to ignore her growling stomach, picked up her knife and fork, and slowly ate, using the Western dining etiquette she'd learned today.
Seeing how clumsily Cecilia Gu tried to do everything right, Charles Yin instantly couldn't stay angry.
Her awkwardness was honestly kind of adorable.
Charles Yin just glanced at Mrs. Zhang, who quickly signaled Cecilia's personal assistant to change her plate and put easier-to-cut meat in front of her.
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Cecilia Gu still felt a bit troubled looking at the knife and fork—Western food really wasn't something she could master in a day.
"Don't like Western food?" Charles Yin put down his knife and fork and looked up at Cecilia Gu.
"Mm, I'm just not used to it," Cecilia Gu replied.
Charles Yin turned to Mrs. Zhang and said, "From now on, don't make Western food at home anymore."
Mrs. Zhang almost lost her composure after more than twenty years on the job—her eyes went wide!
Did she really hear that right?
Did she really just hear the young master say no more Western food at home? Heaven knows French cuisine is his favorite!
Just because the young mistress said she wasn't used to it, they're not making it anymore?
But Mrs. Zhang was a veteran in the Yin household, so she quickly directed the staff to clear away the Western food. In less than ten minutes, a backup Chinese meal was served.
Cecilia Gu's eyes widened—the Yin family was seriously loaded!
It was just dinner, but they had both Chinese and Western food prepared at the same time?
Looks like they always prepare both, just in case Charles Yin changes his mind. That way, they can adjust at any time.
Sure enough, tonight they needed it.
"Eat up." Charles Yin picked up his chopsticks and started on the Chinese food.
"Oh." Cecilia Gu picked up her chopsticks, a little confused by the sudden switch from Western to Chinese food.
But as soon as she held the chopsticks, she instantly found her groove, picked up a piece of bok choy, and slowly savored it.
Mmm, it was really delicious.
In the Yin family, only the hearts of the vegetables were eaten; the outer parts were discarded, leaving only the most tender pieces.
And the chefs here were truly top-notch, using the best ingredients and perfect technique, so of course everything tasted amazing.
When Charles Yin saw how much Cecilia Gu liked the bok choy hearts, he raised an eyebrow—the chef had already taken note of her preferences.
Charles Yin reached out and put a piece of bamboo shoot into Cecilia Gu's bowl.
Cecilia Gu's fingers froze, but under the pressure of his gaze, she obediently ate the bamboo shoot. Charles Yin had done this before—whenever he served her food, she had to eat it, or he'd get upset.
Suddenly, Cecilia Gu felt someone staring at her. She couldn't help but look up and saw Charles Yin gazing at her with unreadable eyes.
What's up with him now? Why was he staring at her like that?
From the look on his face, he seemed unhappy again.
But she'd been eating quietly the whole time—she hadn't done anything to upset him, had she? Was it because he'd served her food but she hadn't served him any, so now he was unhappy?
No way, right? He's the CEO of Yin Enterprises—he can't be that petty, can he?
But isn't he a germaphobe...
Still, just to be safe, she'd better serve him something.
Bracing herself, Cecilia Gu picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork and put it in Charles Yin's bowl, struggling to find the right words: "This pork smells pretty good."
Only then did Charles Yin smile with satisfaction. He picked up his chopsticks and, without any hesitation, ate the pork Cecilia Gu had served him.
Mrs. Zhang and everyone else in the room were completely stunned.
Was this really their young master?
When did the young master's germaphobia get cured?
Cecilia Gu hadn't even changed chopsticks—she'd used her own to serve the pork!
Well, none of that mattered—the important thing was that the young master happily ate the pork!
Cecilia Gu didn't dare look up at Charles Yin again and quickly finished her meal.
"Don't eat so fast, young mistress. Someone bring the stew over for her." Mrs. Zhang saw Charles Yin frown slightly and immediately understood, instructing the assistant.
Soon, a bowl of perfectly simmered nourishing soup was placed in front of Cecilia Gu.
As soon as Cecilia Gu smelled it, she instantly felt nauseous, turned her face away, and covered her mouth.
Cecilia Gu found it strange herself—she was fine with regular food, but anything fancy made her feel sick.
Was she just not destined to enjoy gourmet food?
"Take it away." Seeing Cecilia Gu's pale face as she fought the urge to vomit, Charles Yin's handsome brows furrowed even tighter. "No more soups like this from now on."
"Yes, young master." The chef and assistant quickly removed the soup.
Without the smell of the soup, Cecilia Gu's complexion gradually returned to normal. "Sorry, I didn't mean to."
"Bring her the milk." Charles Yin remembered that Cecilia Gu could drink the special Japanese imperial milk without getting sick, so he had Alex import the freshest milk from Japan every day, delivered to both home and office so Cecilia could have it anytime.
Cecilia Gu gently touched her belly, where the little life was still so fragile. Yet the attention from the whole family was truly unprecedented.