"The idea is good, I support it," I said, but deep down, I hoped she would spare me. Eating too much of this dark cuisine could lead to meeting Jesus in the blink of an eye. It would be quite sad if the cause of death on my record stated that I died from eating something unclean.

"Stupid mortal, take him to the 14th level of hell!"

Why does this feel like a déjà vu of descending into hell? I never said I didn't cherish life! I should be ascending to heaven, becoming an angel with wings. I never did anything that was against the natural order, like burning, killing, plundering, or harming women.

"So, Yue thinks the same way? It really touched Xia. Xia will definitely improve her cooking skills and strive to differentiate between sugar and salt."

Yue was inspired and appeared happy, but distinguishing between sugar and salt seems a bit basic. Isn't tasting enough to tell them apart? It should be quite simple.

"Well then, Zhiye, what made you angry again?"

Zhiye seemed unable to contain her cold, suffocating killing intent. It was as if she was an assassin lurking in the shadows, ready to separate heads from bodies, blood gushing like a fountain. Just thinking about it sent shivers down my spine. Because of this, even my voice dropped slightly, as if I was afraid.

I'm not scared. I absolutely am not scared. Even if I see that gleaming, silver blade, my heart remains calm, and my legs do not tremble.

Yes, my legs are not trembling at all.

"Jie, are you cold?" Zhiye, with her dark, profound eyes, stared at me and asked.

"Zhiye, what kind of joke are you making? But, in any case, I'm asking what made you angry."

I used honorific language subconsciously.

"I should be the one responsible for Jie's three meals a day, shouldn't I?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" I nodded vigorously, mimicking a drumroll.

"So, Miss Xia wants to take over my role?"

"Yes... oh, no, it's not true!" I almost nodded as vigorously as before. I shouldn't panic when faced with a situation; it's better to understand clearly before making judgments. Thankfully, Zhiye didn't mind, and I let out a sigh of relief.

"So, when faced with an enemy trying to take away your rightful position, I will not hesitate to deal with them."

"But we shouldn't resort to violence, right?"

"Does Jie like her?" Zhiye's entire being emanated a black aura, and she already had her knife drawn, the sheath falling to the ground with a thud.

"How... how could I like her? She's someone I'm not even familiar with," I broke out in a cold sweat, feeling the imminent danger to my life. It was a warning sign blaring in my ears. I couldn't argue with someone who had lost their reason. I had to go along with her intentions and slowly calm her down.

"Does Jie like me?"

When Zhiye's pitch-black pupils transformed into a gentle gaze and she asked me this, my heart raced. It wasn't the feeling of being confessed to but rather the fear that had already overwhelmed me, making it impossible to think clearly.

"Do you like me?" I replied with a somewhat indifferent tone.

"Is Jie telling the truth?" Zhiye approached me, and her scent was almost tangible.

"I... I am telling the truth, right?" I continued to answer with the same indifferent tone, but Zhiye didn't pay attention to my tone; she only cared about the result.

Zhiye then put down the dagger in his hand and threw himself into my arms, embracing me tightly with a tearful and joyful expression. However, I was more relieved than happy for Zhiye's joy. It was great that there was no bloodshed.

Just as I was feeling relieved and slightly proud of successfully resolving the crisis, Xiyi spoke up, "Am I late? No, Xiyi must fulfill that promise." Xiyi seemed to be shaken by something, but she quickly shook her head and regained her composure. "Xiyi will be the best wife." She suddenly made such a strong declaration.

"Why do you want to be my wife? We just met today, and I don't even remember who you are or if we made any agreements." When I was a child, I was introverted and lacked confidence in my appearance. I had very little interaction with girls, at most passing messages for teachers or having conversations about schoolwork. So, it was impossible for me to have made any agreements with someone. Even now with Zhiye, she indeed wasn't at fault for our meeting, but I didn't mean to blame her. The real reform will happen in high school.

I broke through myself and finally pursued an arrogant, blond, and rich girl like the ones in comics. Although the process of our relationship was complicated, and there has been no further development in terms of being lovers, the fact that she is my girlfriend, an arrogant, blond, rich girl, cannot be denied. This is a fact that speaks louder than words, and I would proudly say it to anyone.

"Even if you forget about Xiyi completely, Xiyi will remember everything clearly. Xiyi won't give up." In this regard, I hope you can give up early. I already have a girlfriend, and furthermore, I am starting to doubt if Xiyi is a spy sent by someone or if she has ulterior motives. In any case, I have many doubts about Xiyi, but she doesn't seem willing to provide an explanation. Now, she wears an expression of utmost seriousness that everyone present can hear as she declares, "Um, I will be very troubled by what you just said." I said in a gentle way to reject her.

"Although it might be the case, Xiyi doesn't expect an overnight success. Xiyi will achieve it in a short time." Isn't this still impatient? Besides, can she achieve it while hiding so many secrets? I am not in the mood to play this game with someone who suddenly appeared and claimed to be my wife. Although in the eyes of others, I might be scolded and beaten, I have my own principles.

"I think it's better not to realize it." "No!" Xiyi suddenly raised her voice, breaking her gentle demeanor.

"Even if you say no, I think it's meaningless. We don't know each other, and we can't force anything in terms of feelings." Xiyi's expression gradually became dejected. I realized that I might have been too harsh with my words. What if I really forgot? Just like with Zhiye, I forgot what happened between us, but that can be forgiven because we were still young. However, that was something that happened in elementary school, and it's too heartless to forget about it entirely.

"Let's stop talking about this, okay? You know..." I gestured with my eyes towards Zhiye, who was immersed in my embrace.

Xiyi seemed to understand and nodded. It was great that she could understand. Long live understanding!

Physically and mentally exhausted, I had already endured some unfair treatment, and after facing several crises, I felt drained and lacked the energy to deal with more. In reality, I needed some time to recover.

Ding dong... Just then, someone suddenly rang the doorbell from outside. Who could it be?

"I'll go open the door," Zhiye said gently as she left my embrace, a hint of blush still lingering on her face. She walked to the entrance and opened the door.

Standing at the doorway was a girl wearing a women's blouse and a grey pleated skirt. She looked innocent and pure, with fair and healthy skin and a slender figure. One could even call her a beauty, but her slightly shy expression and nervousness indicated her unease. She spoke tentatively, "I apologize for the sudden visit."

For a moment, I couldn't identify who this girl was in front of me, but after a few seconds, the words came out naturally, "Yuan Muxi?" This unusual appearance stunned me, and I could barely believe it.

"Yujie, I apologize for the unexpected visit," Yuan Muxi lowered her head.

"No need to apologize. But how did you know my address?" I asked.

"I heard it from Yuqian before. I hope my arrival didn't disturb you," she said.

"No, not at all," I replied with a smile.

"Um, um... I brought some watermelon for everyone to enjoy," Yuan Muxi nervously tilted the plastic bag in her hand, causing her chest to move attractively. It was hard not to sneak a glance.

"Come in, it's hot outside," Zhiye said.

"Okay," Yuan Muxi walked in cautiously. Zhiye closed the door but didn't ask Yuan Muxi to take off her shoes.

"Thank you, Zhiye," Yuan Muxi expressed her gratitude.

"I'll take care of it," Zhiye said.

"Thank you," Yuan Muxi handed the watermelon to Zhiye, visibly relieved. With sweat beads forming on her forehead, her shirt clung to her body, revealing glimpses in some places. She seemed to notice and instinctively covered them, blushing with embarrassment.

"Come sit over here first," I said, lowering the air conditioning temperature a bit. "Would you like a glass of water first?"

"Yes, please," Yuan Muxi replied.

"Ice water or room temperature?" I asked.

"Either is fine," she said.

After saying that, I got a glass and poured some ice water from the kitchen refrigerator, then walked to the living room. I placed the glass in front of Yuan Muxi. "I personally prefer ice water, so I made a glass for you."

"I'm feeling hot at the moment... drinking something cold might be better," Yuan Muxi picked up the glass. "I mean, it's just because of the heat."

Yuan Muxi hurriedly explained, thinking that I might have misunderstood something. In fact, I didn't pay attention to that statement, but rather found Yuan Muxi's outfit intriguing.

"You, who is this girl?" Yu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked with confusion. It could be because Yu hadn't spoken that I suddenly forgot about her, not because she had a low presence, but because my attention had shifted.

"This is my high school classmate, Yuan Muxi," I introduced Yuan Muxi to Yu. Yuan Muxi realized Yu's presence and promptly stood up.

"Um... I'm Yuan Muxi, in the same class as Youjie. Nice to meet you," Yuan Muxi extended her hand.

"I'm Yu Xi, I went to elementary school with him, even though he doesn't remember. I'm going to be his wife, so please take care of me," Yu also extended her hand with a smile. Upon hearing Yu's response, Yuan Muxi's face showed surprise and confusion. However, she politely responded, and both of them seemed to have made a good first impression.