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No matter how simple the meal was, even if it was only a bowl of fried rice or noodles, the young master would savor every bite when his wife made it and always finish everything. The housekeeper had felt deeply gratified over the years. Since the young master got married, his once cold and irritable temper had eased considerably, especially when he was with his wife, when he would become gentle without even realizing it. And now the two of them were actually getting a divorce. The housekeeper did not want them to divorce, not in the slightest. If they divorced, what would happen to the young master’s stomach? Ruan Su moved quickly, first kneading the dough, then putting the cooked scallion pancakes into the oven. Next she set water to boil and cooked the noodles. Her actions were smooth and elegant, like flowing clouds and running water. It was as if she was not making noodles at all, but crafting a work of art. Bo Xingzhi stood at the kitchen doorway, watching the woman’s slender back. Thinking that he would probably never see her cooking again after the divorce, he did not know why, but he felt a little uncomfortable. Habit was a frightening thing. As if she sensed him, Ruan Su turned back and smiled. "It’ll be ready soon." She was beautiful to begin with, with bright almond-shaped eyes, rosy cheeks, a pert nose, and red lips. That glance back and smile was enough to make anyone’s heart race. Bo Xingzhi’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his gaze darkening. Unable to help himself, he walked to her side and wrapped his arms around her slim waist from behind. "I don’t think I want to eat food anymore. I want to eat..." Ruan Su clearly caught the man’s suggestive tone and could not help rolling her eyes, her face turned away from him. What was going through his head? He could never sit still. But her voice remained extremely gentle, giving nothing away. "The noodles are about to get soggy. Move away." She put the scallion oil noodles onto a plate, then went to take the scallion pancakes out of the oven. Bo Xingzhi, as if by habit, carried the noodles out first, then turned back to take the pancakes from her hands. "Careful, it’s hot." The housekeeper watched the warm scene and silently lamented it. Their relationship was clearly so good, so why did they have to divorce? If they just had two children, wouldn’t that be fine for him to look after? It was probably because the young master and his wife did not have any children. "Mr. Liang, come over and have a bowl," Ruan Su called out to him.

"I've already had lunch," Mr. Steward said promptly. Where else could you find such a gracious woman as the lady of the house? She had always been exceedingly courteous and kind to them servants. The more he dwelled on it, the more regrettable it seemed, and the more convinced he became that they should not divorce. Bo Xingzhi had just taken a bite of his noodles when the doorbell rang. Mr. Steward rose to answer it. When he saw the visitor, he asked without emotion, "May I ask who you're looking for, Miss?" "Is Director Bo in?" asked a woman in a light yellow dress, her voice soft and sweet. Bo Xingzhi frowned and walked out from the dining room. Stopping at the doorway, he looked at her and said, "Wang Xinya, how did you manage to find this place?" Wang Xinya, a rising star signed with Bo's Entertainment, had seen her popularity soar after starring in an online romance drama. Recently, rumors had spread about her and her husband, Bo Xingzhi, claiming he was the one who had made her famous, showering her with resources and pushing her to become the First Lady of Bo's Entertainment. The gossip suggested she was trying to climb higher, aiming to replace the legitimate Mrs. Bo. Ruan Su stayed in her seat, continuing to eat without looking up. She preferred to stay out of it. "Director Bo, my birthday party is next Saturday. It's the first one I'm hosting, and I'm a bit nervous. I would be honored if you could attend. Would that be possible?" Wang Xinya stood at the doorstep and pulled an invitation from her Chanel bag.