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”This won’t do! I need to go home and study,” Ye Qiuping huffed. She planned to go home, find a dozen more ”educational films,” and learn some new moves.

「Twenty minutes later.」

Chen Yansen pushed open the door to his villa. The underfloor heating had already warmed the house, making it feel like spring inside, a stark contrast to the six- or seven-degree Celsius weather outdoors.

”The ingredients are in the fridge. Get to work.”

Chen Yansen said, stuffing an apron into Song Yuncheng’s hands.

”Chen Bapi, it’s the end of the world and you’re still making me cook for you.”

Song Yuncheng took the apron, muttering under her breath. Her hands didn’t stop, though, as she deftly tied the strings.

”If you actually believed those bullshit prophecies, you would’ve put your resignation letter on my desk already. I don’t want a subordinate as stupid as you.”

Chen Yansen teased, raising an eyebrow.

”You could hear that?” Song Yuncheng froze for a second, then thought to herself, ’Unbelievable. This guy’s hearing is better than a dog’s.’

”I have very good hearing. Now stop dawdling and get cooking!” Chen Yansen urged, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

As soon as he finished speaking, President Chen sprawled out on the sofa and turned on the television.

”If—and I mean, hypothetically—if today really were the end of the world, what would you want to do?” Song Yuncheng asked, turning her head before she walked into the kitchen.

”I do!” Chen Yansen answered loudly, his tone utterly sincere.

”...” Song Yuncheng was rendered speechless for a moment, then she chuckled. She should have known better than to have any expectations for a scumbag like Chen Yansen.

”I’d want... to have a simple dinner with the girl I like, gaze at the stars, and then watch the moon.”

A wicked smile played on Chen Yansen’s lips as he added.

’Sweet talk is free, after all. If he could make her happy, he could try out a few more roles tonight. It’s a win-win, so why not?’

Hearing this, Song Yuncheng smiled faintly and obediently disappeared into the kitchen.

Chen Yansen hopped off the sofa, went to the wardrobe behind it, and with practiced ease, pulled out several cosplay outfits, including Pikachu, Captain Dragonfly, Huluwa, and Nezha.

They were all exquisite, custom-made pieces, complete with a full set of matching ’Dharma Artifacts’.

’I want to try them all. It’s so hard to choose,’

Chen Yansen mused. In the end, he picked out the Pikachu and Nezha costumes, saving the other two for Master Ye. ’She’s the best fit for Huluwa, anyway.’

Song Yuncheng’s cooking skills were a few notches below Ye Qiuping’s, but she was at least proficient enough for basic home-style stir-fries.

An hour later, Chen Yansen finally made his way to the dining table.

”Not bad. It looks, smells, and tastes perfect,” Chen Yansen commented after picking up a piece of crispy rice coated in savory sauce, chewing it a few times.

”I’m glad you like it,” Song Yuncheng said, beaming at Chen Yansen.

She knew her relationship with Chen Yansen wasn’t normal, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave him.

Chen Yansen’s mind wasn’t on the food at all. He put down his chopsticks in less than twenty minutes and pulled Song Yuncheng into the bathroom.

The next morning, the sun rose as usual.

In a sleepy haze, he heard Song Yuncheng murmur, ”Shhh, be good. Mommy’s here.”

Chen Yansen slowly opened his eyes and gave Song Yuncheng a strange look. ’You’re only twenty-one, and you already want to be a mother?’

Across two lifetimes, he’d had ’in-depth exchanges’ with, if not eighty girls, then at least seventy-nine. It wasn’t that none of them had wanted to have President Chen’s baby, but she was the first one who was this young.

For a moment, a warm feeling spread through Chen Yansen’s chest, and he drifted back to sleep.

He didn’t leave the villa and drive to the Science and Technology Park until 9:30 AM.

Liang Changlin had arrived early at the Zhuxianzhuang Science and Technology Park.

Even though it was a Saturday, someone was still on duty at the front desk. After learning the reason for his visit, the receptionist led him to a lounge area and brought him a cup of hot tea.

Liang Changlin sat on the sofa, curiously sizing up his surroundings.