Vivi’s voice echoed in the corridor of the main hall. Piercing, startling.

Ryan covered his daughter’s mouth, afraid that her words would reach Si Yuheng’s ears, but then slowly lowered his hand, his eyes deepened: "Don’t worry, it’s not just you, no one in Beiming Hall is willing to let an Asian woman with yellow skin and black hair be the Hall Master’s wife."

**

Beth said that when Xiaoxiao was carried back, Liang Anya was downstairs in the kitchen making breakfast for Si Yuheng with her own hands.

When she learned that Xiaoxiao had just been carried back to her room, the ladle she was using to season the soup dropped in excitement, and she immediately ran back to her room, picked up the little glutinous rice dumpling and showered her with kisses, as if she had finally retrieved a lost treasure.

Beth laughed and reminded her: "Alright, alright, you’ll have plenty of chances to shower her with love in the future, the Hall Master is still waiting for your breakfast."

Only then did Liang Anya place Xiaoxiao back in the crib, still puzzled: "Did he really go early in the morning to bring Xiaoxiao back from Vivi? Is he really returning her to me? Or is he just letting me see her for a bit and then taking her back?"

"Don’t worry, he’s really returned her to you! I’ve heard that Miss Vivi wasn’t very willing, even called Chief Ryan to act as a shield, but the Hall Master went over himself and with a few words left the father and daughter speechless, bringing Xiaoxiao back!"

Liang Anya breathed a sigh of relief, that’s good.

Returning to the kitchen, she ladled out the cooked millet porridge, thought for a moment, and quickly baked a few of her signature cupcakes, bringing them upstairs together.

Before she even stepped into the bedroom, she heard the man’s scolding voice:

"Damn it! Are you trying to murder me?— Can’t you be gentle? Watch out or I’ll kill your whole family— I told you to be gentle but you’re getting heavier, are you doing it on purpose?"

Liang Anya looked over.

Si Yuheng’s injured long leg was hanging high up, hurting as if he was slaughtering a pig.

The private doctor redressed his wounds: "It was just bandaged yesterday and you’re already out of bed today, of course, it will hurt."

Si Yuheng waved his hand, dismissing the doctor.

Liang Anya saw the doctor leave, brought the millet porridge and treats over: "To prevent inflammation, try to eat bland food for now, this is Chinese-style millet porridge."

He took it without hesitation and drank it down at the rim of the bowl, then finished the baked treats.

He didn’t like sweets before, but he had to admit, this woman’s sweets suited his taste, sweet but not cloying, dissolving immediately in the mouth.

This woman was good at making pastries and creative, liked to pick seasonal petals, wash them, and mix them in, giving them an indescribable aroma that made him not so averse to sweets anymore.

Seeing him well-fed and in a good complexion, Liang Anya didn’t leave immediately, looked at him, and finally spoke: "Xiaoxiao was brought back to my room just now."

"No need to thank me."

Xiaoxiao was originally her daughter, and he had taken her away, she hadn’t even confronted him about it, yet he thought she would thank him? Arrogant.

Still, she went along with him: "Well, thank you for returning Xiaoxiao to me, but there’s something I’d still like to discuss with you..."

He raised an eyebrow.

She gathered her courage: "Fei Han’s matter is resolved, Xiaoxiao and I won’t face any danger anymore, I hope you can, can let us return to our country."

The atmosphere was chillingly quiet.

She seized the opportunity, continued: "The reason Xiaoxiao and I came to A Country was to avoid risk, now that Fei Han’s matter is resolved, it’s settled, Si Yuheng, for someone managing so many people, you surely wouldn’t be untrustworthy..."

Before she finished the sentence, her wrist was grabbed, pulled heavily towards him, and she sat at the edge of the bed, facing his eyes.

"Yes, I am untrustworthy." He was domineering and shameless.

She was furious: "Before, you had a reason, worried about our safety if we returned to our country, now what do you want?"

He was in a darker mood than her, glanced at his thigh: "I’m injured! If it weren’t for your stupidity planning to escape privately with Fei Han, I wouldn’t be injured!"

She clenched her teeth, indeed, she was stupid, why didn’t she let Fei Han shoot him dead and run away first!

But she could only say: "Then I’ll take care of you till you’re recovered, and then let me and Xiaoxiao return to our country, how about that?"

He was silent for a long time, looked at her gloomily, seemingly thinking about something.

"I’ll take your silence as agreement!" Liang Anya pulled away her wrist, picked up the tray.

"Why?" He suddenly spoke.

"Why what?" Liang Anya stared at him.

"Why don’t you want to stay? Feel unworthy of me? Don’t worry, I don’t look down on you." His eyes flickered slightly, with confidence and arrogance that never changed.

She suppressed the urge to pour the remaining millet porridge over his handsome face, sighed, and finally spoke: "You and I are not the same kind of people, Si Yuheng."

Never were.

Even now she knew Xueli wasn’t killed by him, he wasn’t a murderous fiancé killer, but her and him, still weren’t of the same world.

What she wanted, he couldn’t provide.

So many mistresses, could he give them all up?

She also didn’t want to live under the gaze of those Principals in Beiming Hall all the time.

She knew that nobody around him wanted her to be with him.

"Be more explicit." He almost gritted his teeth.

In her mind, the smiles of Brother Mo and his wife appeared:

"... Every girl at different stages from childhood to adulthood fantasizes about her own Prince Charming. When I was little, I liked the gentlemanly type, a bit older, I liked the tall and mighty ones, then I liked the steady ones... but regardless of the type, there’s always... a normal person, with a normal identity, a normal job, a normal family background... You, are the kind of person I never thought of, never dared to think of. What I want is very normal happiness, I don’t want to worry daily, always afraid that one day he might commit a crime and be imprisoned, or be killed on the street by enemies, I don’t know if that makes sense to you."

It makes sense!

He definitely understood!

After all the talk, she was just saying he wasn’t normal!

His teeth itched, the veins on his neck faintly bulged.

She actually looked down on his identity and status!

In her subconscious, he was always just an uneducated, wandering in the dark, savage and unreasonable mafia boss!

He grew up prideful of his identity and status, only to be looked down upon by an Asian girl!

He was irritated: "My leg hurts."

She was taken aback.

Was this changing the subject or changing the topic?

"I want to take a nap, aren’t you leaving?" His proud, angry voice was louder.

He was throwing another tantrum. She gritted her teeth, leaving it is, it’s not like she wanted to say all these things, it was him who insisted she say them, she picked up the tray and left the room.

She just hoped his leg injury would heal quickly so he wouldn’t have so many reasons to delay.

...

In the afternoon, as usual, Liang Anya brought up the freshly made pastries.

Once she pushed the door open, the bed was empty!