Surrounded By My Yandere Ex-Girlfriend On The Romance Reality Show!-Chapter 489 - I Like You

The butler, noncommittal, apologized, “Madam prefers you not to cook; she says your hands are for art, not chores.”

Zhou Chong waved it off, lightly saying, “Oh, it’s all the same. What’s so different? Besides, cooking is a joy.”

As they spoke, greetings from the maids at the door were clearly heard.

“Madam!”

“Welcome back, Madam!”

Zhou Chong’s eyes lit up, rushing to the door, forgetting the conversation.

A woman in a gray cashmere coat and the latest high boots approached, her face exquisite.

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“Han Xi! You’re back!”

His shout broke Han Xi’s indifferent expression.

She smiled brightly, hugging his arm, leaning on his shoulder.

“I’m back; I missed you.”

Zhou Chong smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist, leading her inside, saying, “If you missed me, come back sooner.”

“I told you, I can work too. You’re just stubborn, insisting on doing it yourself.”

They sat on the sofa, sweetly leaning together like a couple in love.

The butler and maids discreetly stepped aside.

To keep their high-paying jobs, they wisely avoided being third wheels.

Han Xi shook her head, speaking earnestly, “No, I’ve worked hard for years; I can’t give up.”

A hint of stubbornness flashed in her eyes, silently stating her boundaries.

Zhou Chong sighed, placing a hand on her shoulder, helplessly saying, “Alright, I can’t argue with you.”

“Maybe I should write a novel called ‘What to Do When Your Wife’s a Workaholic?’”

Han Xi laughed, her laughter ringing like silver bells in the hall.

“Hahaha, write it, and I’ll be your biggest fan.”

Zhou Chong playfully tapped her nose, affectionately saying, “You...”

“Alright, let me massage your shoulders; you must be tired after a day’s work.”

His hands began massaging her shoulders.

The soothing sensation made Han Xi gasp softly.

“Hiss~”

“Too hard? Should I be gentler?”

Han Xi shook her head, placing a hand on his, looking at him with love.

“No, it’s just right. I haven’t relaxed in a while, not used to it, but it’ll pass.”

“Okay, lean back, and I’ll keep massaging until dinner.”

Zhou Chong’s hands were like finely crafted sculptures, fingers long and strong.

Each finger seemed full of life and energy, ready to pounce like a leopard’s claw; when extended, they moved like swan wings.

His skin, smooth as silk, glowed faintly in the sunlight.

Beneath the perfect surface, blue veins crisscrossed like a mysterious map, creating a unique, captivating picture.

They sometimes stood out, sometimes hid, changing with his movements, mesmerizing.

Watching, Han Xi couldn’t help but lean over and kiss his hand.

Warmth spread from her lips, Zhou Chong looked down to see her soft lips.

“You really like my hands?”

“I do, very much.”

Han Xi’s eyes showed infatuation, facing him directly.

“I like you too.”

Han Xi placed a hand on his neck, eyes fixed on his lips, slowly leaning in.

The atmosphere turned intimate, like a gentle mist enveloping them.

An invisible attraction pulled them closer, step by step, each movement filled with tacit understanding and anticipation, the shrinking space brimming with endless possibilities.

Finally, as their bodies touched, time seemed to freeze. Han Xi felt her heart gently held by a warm, strong hand, a wave of indescribable joy washing over her.

It felt like a weak but persistent current spreading through her, making her tremble. It wasn’t just physical but a deep soul resonance.

In that moment, Han Xi felt like she was in a starry sky, everything beautiful and surreal.

Her thoughts drifted, freed from earthly constraints, soaring toward an unreachable paradise.

There, no worries or troubles existed, only pure happiness and fulfillment. This wonderful experience was brought by the man before her.

As they deepened their connection, Zhou Chong suddenly stepped back.

“What’s wrong?”

Han Xi opened her eyes, seeing him clutching his head, eyes closed, brow furrowed in pain.

“Headache... it hurts...”

“Are you feverish?”

Han Xi touched his forehead, comparing it to hers.

The temperature was the same.

But he clutched his head in pain, sweating, clearly uncomfortable.

“Call the family doctor!”

Han Xi shouted to the butler’s hiding place, panicked.

“Yes!”

The doctor soon arrived, examining Zhou Chong and prescribing medication.

Whether from the headache or the medication, he quickly fell asleep.

Han Xi tucked him in, instructing the butler to stay close, then took the doctor to her study.

Behind closed doors, her demeanor turned cold.

“What happened? Why the sudden headache?”

The doctor’s breath caught under her intense presence, speaking cautiously.

“I mentioned before... forced medication affects his body... these are side effects.”

Han Xi’s eyes turned icy, her voice hard.

“Didn’t I ask for the best medicine?”

The doctor blinked, helplessly replying, “Even the best medicine has side effects.”

“Besides...”

“Besides what?”

The doctor looked at the pristine floor, adding, “Besides, you gave him memory-altering drugs and hypnotized him for so long, his brain’s struggling to adapt.”

So it was side effects?

Han Xi lowered her gaze, suppressing her inner turmoil.

“Then treat him well.”

The doctor grimaced, complaining, “I can only ease the pain, not cure it.”

Only her cold voice replied.

“I didn’t pay you to retire; if you can’t do it, I’ll find someone who can.”

The doctor quickly promised, “No, I’ll try again!”

He couldn’t refuse; her pay was too generous, a year here equaled ten outside.

After he left, Han Xi stared at the medical reports, lost in thought.

His words pierced her heart, reminding her: this happiness was a stolen illusion.

Zhou Chong wasn’t Zhou Chong; he was Fang Zhou.

No matter how well she played her part, it couldn’t change the truth.

Yet, even so, she accepted it willingly.