“Your bed-snatching skills are truly top-notch.”

After Shu Nian finished her shower, Fu Zhouye entered the bathroom to bathe.

Shu Nian, wearing Fu Zhouye’s slightly loose pajamas, looked like a child who had sneaked into an adult’s clothes. She lazily stretched out on the bed.

Her body gently sank into the soft mattress, as if being tenderly embraced.

With a light kick of her legs, she skillfully curled herself under the quilt, leaving only a pair of fair little feet peeking out at the edge. Her slender ankles bore a faint blush of pink.

Shu Nian lay on the bed.

She recalled that in her past life, when she divorced Fu Zhouye, it was around March. That meant Fu Zhouye would likely be busy with family affairs during this month.

If not, she might as well move out of Fu Zhouye’s villa this month—after all, ignorance is bliss.

Otherwise, what if she accidentally overheard some earth-shattering secret and got eliminated?

Having spent the entire day in that courtyard on edge, constantly alert and exhausted, Shu Nian soon fell asleep after just a brief moment of thought.

The next morning, Shu Nian awoke feeling refreshed and tried to turn over. But before she could move, Fu Zhouye’s enlarged handsome face came into view.

Her gaze “accidentally” landed on his face: a stunning visage unique to his Central European mixed heritage. His deep eyes seemed to see through one’s soul, his nose was high and prominent, lips beautifully shaped, carrying an innate nobility and wildness.

His usually neatly styled hair now had a few strands fallen onto his forehead.

His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly under the morning light, moving gently with each steady breath, radiating an indescribable magnetic tension.

Damn, seducing me first thing in the morning?

Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow upon his skin, adding a sacred, untouchable aura.

But the crucial, crucial, crucial thing was: why was that strong hand around her waist?

This was seriously misleading!

Fu Zhouye’s eyes slowly opened, his gaze sharpening instantly as he noticed Shu Nian’s attempt to escape.

His arm tightened slightly, stopping her, and a lazy voice rose.

“Where are you going?” he asked, with a hint of teasing.

Shu Nian’s face flushed slightly with embarrassment and helplessness.

Being held tightly like this, in a disheveled state, was indeed a bit indefensible.

She feared he might throw her out.

Gathering courage, she said righteously, “Don’t you know that men and women shouldn’t touch? Besides, you came onto the bed first—I didn’t break any rules.”

Fu Zhouye reached out and gently pressed her shoulder, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Your skills in hogging the bed are truly top-notch.”

As Shu Nian was still confused, Fu Zhouye chuckled softly, not directly pointing out her “offense,” but instead gestured behind her.

Following his finger, Shu Nian realized she had nearly taken up the entire bed, while Fu Zhouye was squeezed to the edge, almost falling off.

This was it—her reputation was truly ruined.

A respectable young lady, the daughter of a prominent family, caught fighting for the bed with a man. Not just any man—Fu Zhouye himself—and caught red-handed. How embarrassing was that?

So awkward she felt like her toes were about to carve out a three-bedroom apartment.

Shu Nian awkwardly got off the bed, forgetting even to retort.

Fu Zhouye lay there watching her retreating figure, lost in thought.

What was going on? He had slept unusually well today.

Looks like the insomnia has a cure.

After a while, a sharp and orderly knocking broke the room’s silence.

Shu Nian’s heart tightened, wondering who could be visiting at this hour. The door was gently pushed open, and a group of bodyguards dressed in black uniforms filed in.

They carried various Chinese-style trunks filled with clothes.

Exquisite dresses, shimmering shoes, dazzling jewelry—each piece exuded luxury.

One bodyguard opened the trunks, placing the items on a nearby table before exiting the room.

Shu Nian was stunned, her eyes wandering among the sparkling items, her surprise gradually turning into delight.

She had expected to wear the same qipao again today, but Fu Zhouye had clearly made arrangements in advance.

Indeed, a big shot was a big shot.

Shu Nian lightly touched the delicate clothes, finally settling her gaze on a dress embodying Zen-inspired Chinese aesthetics.

The dress was a subtle ink wash color with intricately embroidered lotus flowers, like elegant blooms quietly unfolding in morning dew.

As she moved, the hem swayed gently, like ripples on water.

The dress hugged her curves, outlining her graceful figure while maintaining a serene detachment from worldly concerns.

Fu Zhouye watched her in this dress, every gesture radiating gentleness and elegance.

For some reason, a faint pride stirred within him.

Suddenly, Fu Zhouye took a phone call and hurriedly left.

Shu Nian felt puzzled but didn’t ask.

Mind your own business and don’t force conversations—meddling only shortens your life.

She resolved to remember this life lesson well.

Having finished breakfast alone, feeling bored, Shu Nian wandered through the rear garden.

She strolled along the fine gravel path of the vast garden, flanked by neatly trimmed flower beds bursting with colorful blossoms, the air fragrant with a delicate floral scent.

In the distance, a few gardeners were busy—some bending to prune branches, others carefully watering with sprayers. Sweat trickled down their faces, but they paid no mind.

Shu Nian approached one gardener and asked, “Are you tired? I have some money here—interested?”

The gardener was handsome. Though he clearly understood her words, he pretended not to, mumbling vaguely, “Miss, we’re privately hired—we don’t switch jobs.”

What?

Wasn’t it common knowledge in a wealthy family household to understand unspoken meanings, whether master or servant? How else would one survive here?

Why did this handsome gardener seem so slow-witted?

Shu Nian clearly didn’t believe his feigned ignorance, so she pressed further.

“Thirty thousand yuan. I’ll buy a piece of information from you—a secret known to everyone.”

“Miss, that’s a joke. If everyone knows, how can it be a secret? I still have many branches to trim. I have to go.”

As the handsome gardener turned to leave, Shu Nian immediately grabbed him back, gritting her teeth.

“One hundred thousand yuan. I’m new here and don’t understand many rules. I just want to know something to help me get a grasp of them.”

She remembered that in her last life, news reports had portrayed Lady Fu of the wealthy family as petty, power-hungry, and cruel to employees, leading to universal alienation.

So she was certain he would turn around for a hundred thousand yuan—probably half a year’s salary.

Her persistence and rising offers seemed to strike a chord.

The gardener stopped, turned around, his expression complex.

His eyes flickered between Shu Nian and the surroundings, as if weighing something.

“Miss, are you really willing to pay this much?”

Shu Nian nodded firmly, clearly determined to obtain this information. “Yes. As long as you tell me what I want to know, the money is yours.”

The gardener took a deep breath, seeming to reach a decision. “Alright, but you must promise that this information won’t be leaked from me.”

In truth, whether this secret leaked or not didn’t matter—it was already common knowledge. But who leaked it was crucial.

Shu Nian immediately assured him, “I guarantee that as long as you tell me, I will never reveal your identity.”

In her past life, she hadn’t taken the time to understand the secrets of the wealthy family. This time, she had to grasp the surface first.

At least she needed to survive.