As the moon rose higher and higher, Qiao Moyu noticed the sky and hurriedly apologized: “I’m sorry Film Emperor Ye, I’ve delayed you for half the night! Should you head back to bed?”

As she spoke, her stomach suddenly grumbled.

Qiao Moyu bit her lip in embarrassment and smiled: “I probably didn’t eat enough this afternoon.”

Ye Peicheng raised a brow and said: “Let’s go have some dinner.”

“Film Emperor Ye, are you hungry?” Qiao Moyu followed Ye Peicheng like a small attendant.

With no reply, he took her straight to a kitchen.

The staff inside had finished their work for the day. Ye Peicheng turned on the light and asked Qiao Moyu: “Can you cook noodles?”

She nodded at once: “Well, my noodles are first rate. My brawny brother–”

After blurting this out, she suddenly recalled that the original owner had no brawny brothers. Qiao Moyu quickly changed her wording and said: “That brawny brother who lives upstairs from my place can eat three big bowls!”

With that, she enthusiastically skipped towards the kitchen.

There were all kinds of ingredients stored here. After peeking, she found that tomatoes, eggs, and minced meat were all available.

So immediately started to work, making brine, boiling water under the pot, and sprinkling onions in one go.

As Ye Peicheng sat in the dining room, looking through his Weibo, Qiao Moyu prepared two bowls of noodles and brought them on the table.

Seeing her hold a bowl in each hand, he quickly got up to help, but she shook her head and said: “Don’t, you might end up burning yourself.”

Ye Peicheng glanced at Qiao Moyu’s slender hands and asked: “Why are you so strong?”

After pondering, Qiao Moyu sat down and explained: “Because I need to work, so I make sure to exercise.”

He looked at the bright light within her eyes, noticing she said ‘I need to work’ without the slightest bit of sadness. Suddenly, he felt a heartache that he never had before.

Previously he read Qiao Moyu’s background information. She had always been the treasured pearl in the Qiao family, but later on, when her parents discovered that they raised the wrong child, everything changed. They brought back Qiao Ruohuan to the house while Qiao Moyu was expelled shortly after. At that time, she was only 19-years-old.

Qiao Moyu had no idea what was going through his mind. She was already greedy for her noodles at the moment.

After picking up her chopsticks, she said to him: “Film Emperor Ye, you should eat noodles while they’re hot. It won’t taste as good once it cools down!”

Come on, she’s already started eating by herself.

Ye Peicheng wasn’t really that hungry. He only proposed a midnight snack when he heard Qiao Moyu’s belly grumble earlier.

At that moment, he felt amused watching this girl eat with such a big appetite.

It seems that whenever she ate in front of him, the food looked so appetizing that any onlooker can’t help but want to taste what she’s eating.

The light in the dining room fell on her cheeks that were covered in flour. Her skin looked so tender and white like a baby’s, giving him the urge to pinch it.

He stared distractedly until Qiao Moyu noticed that he hadn’t touched his food much. The woman looked up and asked: “Film Emperor Ye, you don’t like the taste?”

Ye Peicheng shook his head and replied: “No, you’re cooking is great. It’s delicious!”

“Then eat more, it’s too much for me to eat alone! Well, let’s keep it a secret since we stole it from their pantry. We’re eating other people’s food, so uh, it’s stolen goods!”

Ye Peicheng smiled when he saw her wink playfully at him.

This was the first time Qiao Moyu saw Ye Peicheng smile like this. She couldn’t help but stare for a few seconds. Then she thought, ‘No wonder the Film Emperor was written as a cold and indifferent character in the novel. Such a smile can kill people! If he smiles like this often at Qiao Ruohuan, wouldn’t he break out of his role as the supporting male protagonist and kick Xing Yichen out of his seat?’

Just as Qiao Moyu’s imagination ran off, she suddenly felt a touch on her cheek. Then she noticed Ye Peicheng brushing the flour from off her cheeks.

Then, her eyes moved away from his fingertips and met Ye Peicheng’s gaze. Just when she was about to say something, she heard him say: “Moyu, we really haven’t met before?”

His eyes were deep as they firmly locked on her. For a moment, Qiao Moyu felt that the night was still and quiet.