The most important thing for a servant was to point out major needs, and the ones in Luo Yibei's villa obviously are deeply perceptive.

He gave only one account, and the rest which he had considered or not, the servants all took care of it themselves.

When preparing breakfast for them, Fang Chixia's share was different from Luo Yibei's. It’s a clear porridge to warm the stomach, and a cup of brown sugar tea.

She and he normally sit opposite each other. Fang Chixia didn't think much and took a seat beside him, then looked from the periphery of her vision, catching an untraceable smile at the corner of Luo Yibei’s lips.

Fang Chixia was transfixed at that arc at the corner of his lips, which seemed to be smiling but not laughing, but didn't dwell much on it.

Grabbing a spoon, she helped herself to breakfast.

Luo Yibei's breakfast prepared by the maids was purely Western, and very rich, with sandwiches, a toast, breakfast beef, and bacon.

But he didn't seem to have the appetite for these, and only tasted a little and put his cutlery down.

Fang Chixia was stunned and glanced at him sideways, “Isn’t it delicious?”

Luo Yibei looked at her and said softly, "In fact, I still prefer to eat what you make."

Fang Chixia was again struck dumb and looked at him with a hint of surprise.

How could her skills compare to those of maids of chef's level at home?

However, Luo Yibei didn't seem joking, and the rest of his breakfast was really left alone.

“Are you going to the office later? Rest at home if you don’t want to go, and I’ll wait for you if you do.” Pulling away from the chair and standing up, he dropped the words and turned away toward the living room.

“Go! You wait for me!” Fang Chixia finished her breakfast in a few strokes and took a few steps into the kitchen.

She seemed to have gone to prepare her own lunch, clattering around the kitchen and even with the sound of frying something.

Luo Yibei took a few steps to follow her and stood at the door. His eyes swept towards her, his gaze faintly dropping down to her stomach and then at her face, not knowing exactly what her current condition was.

“I’m fine.” Fang Chixia noticed his concern, and she flicked a strand of hair on her forehead, saying indifferently.

“Hmm.” Luo Yibei responded softly, leaning against the door and staring at her quietly.

Although the two had been married for some time, he didn’t actually understand the physiological aspects of her.

First, because Fang Chixia had never suffered before. And two, Fang Chixia has always informed him every time her special period arrives, so Luo Yibei hadn’t been so shameless as to touch her at that time.

Fang Chixia wouldn’t normally tell him exactly how many days it would take. Today was the first time Luo Yibei had witnessed it.

Thinking about himself in the bedroom, who hadn’t even noticed this, Luo Yibei felt a twitch at the corner of his eyes.

Fang Chixia stayed in the kitchen preparing lunch. The thermos she had prepared was two, obviously one was Luo Yibei’s. This time she didn’t even let Luo Yibei ask for it himself.

Luo Yibei was pleased and grinned at her pampering him this way.

By the time the two had gotten everything ready to go to the office, it was already a little late.

Luo Yibei pushed the door and was about to enter his office when one of the assistants suddenly reminded him, "Bei Shaoye, Miss Su came this morning! Now, she must have gone upstairs to the chairman’s or madam’s office.”

Luo Yibei was startled. His footsteps paused and his gaze stiffly shifted to Fang Chixia.