Noodles That Taste Bad But Are Still Eaten

"Ah..." Cecilia Gu was still a little confused, but her mind finally caught up: "Be careful."

Hearing Cecilia's words of concern, Charles Yin's mood inexplicably improved, and his anger over the German market faded away.

Alex nodded to Cecilia Gu, saying respectfully, "Don't worry, ma'am. The president has a private jet—there's absolutely no safety concern."

Cecilia Gu nodded blankly, then saw off Charles Yin and Alex, clutching her water cup.

About half an hour after Charles Yin and Alex left in the Lamborghini, Cecilia finally processed what had happened.

Charles Yin is gone?

Is it just me in this house now?

Oh my god, this is happiness!

Finally, she didn't have to live under Charles Yin's powerful aura anymore.

That man's moods are just too strange—he gets angry for no reason, then suddenly cheers up. Trying to guess how he feels is exhausting!

Tonight—and maybe for several days ahead—I'll finally be free!

The thought instantly brightened Cecilia Gu's mood—even the mineral water in her hand tasted sweet.

Cecilia was so happy she spun around in place—even the furniture and appliances that used to annoy her now seemed lively and cheerful.

For the first time, she felt comfortable living in this house.

It was also the first time she seriously touched all the luxury items in the house.

In high spirits, she filled the huge bathtub and soaked in a long, comfortable bath.

Heaven, this is just too comfortable!

Cecilia happily scooped up bubbles from the tub, blowing them at her lips and laughing as they floated away.

After her bath, she wrapped herself in a towel and rolled happily on the big bed.

So happy!

Tonight, this house finally belongs to just me!

She no longer had to worry about what attitude or face to show that man!

Cecilia didn't even know how she fell asleep—all she knew was that she had a sweet dream.

In her dream, she held a little baby's hand, running through a sea of lavender flowers.

In the distance, a prince in a white suit slowly approached her and the baby.

But his face was always blurry—she couldn't make out his features.

She tried hard to see who he was, but the harder she tried, the less she could see.

Just then, the man suddenly appeared behind her, hugging her from behind. Startled, she cried out, "Who are you?"

The man smiled wickedly: "Of course, I'm your husband."

She whipped her head around, only to see the man's face suddenly turn into Charles Yin!

Charles Yin!

No! How could it be him?

Cecilia Gu jolted awake, eyes wide, patting her cheeks and staring at the ceiling, muttering: "I must be crazy, dreaming of Charles Yin? No way, I must be too stressed. He's gone, it's just me here. I can finally relax for a few days! Baby, mommy can finally relax!"

Just thinking that Charles Yin wasn't home made Cecilia feel like she could burst with joy.

She crawled out of bed, threw on a men's shirt, and walked out barefoot.

The morning sunlight was unbelievably beautiful. Cecilia stretched lazily, ruffled her messy hair, and playfully greeted the sun: "Hello, sunshine! I'm Cecilia Gu, and I'm doing great!"

After saying that, Cecilia suddenly felt a little silly.

Luckily, no one else was home, so it didn't matter how silly she acted.

She turned and saw the balcony was full of flowers, so she grabbed the watering can and started watering them.

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?

Cecilia sang her favorite song, 'I'm Yours,' while watering the flowers. At the happiest part, she hugged the watering can and spun around the balcony, beaming at it as if it were her lover.

Charles Yin saw this scene as soon as he got out of the car.

Alex was about to speak, but Charles Yin quickly raised his hand to stop him.

Alex quietly stepped back, silently giving Cecilia a mental flower for her bravery.

Madam, you're amazing!

Madam was wearing the president's shirt, and he wasn't even angry!

Normally, he's extremely picky about his things!

Unable to wait for a flight to Germany, Charles Yin called his counterpart, insisted both use private jets to meet in Mongolia, fiercely negotiated a new contract, and then rushed back home.

Alex had originally thought there was no need for the president to hurry back so soon.

But now, Alex felt the rushed trip was totally worth it.

Charles Yin stood outside the villa, looking up at Cecilia Gu on the balcony, spinning and singing joyfully in his white shirt, her black hair flying, her smile radiant, her slender legs twirling gracefully, her singing clear and sweet despite a few mispronounced words.

Especially when she faced the watering can with a shy smile, Charles Yin's heart skipped a beat.