Qiao Xichen smiled, "Awake?"

"Mmm~" Chen Cheng nuzzled against her cheek, "Why not sleep a little longer?"

"I'm used to waking up at this time," Qiao Xichen smiled calmly.

Chen Cheng shook his head, annoyed; she really was a workaholic.

He looked down at the pot, his eyes lighting up, "Where did these pan-fried buns come from?"

"I just went out to buy them. I wasn't sure if you'd be used to them," Qiao Xichen chuckled.

"Why wouldn't I be used to them? They're no different from shengjian."

"Uh..." Qiao Xichen was stunned for a moment; come to think of it, there really wasn't any difference.

Chen Cheng's lips curled up, and he pinched her, "You went all the way to buy them, and you even bought raw ones."

"Ah~" Qiao Xichen let out a seductive muffled groan and swatted away Chen Cheng's mischievous hand, "Hey, stop it."

"We're eating soon."

She had bought the raw ones to fry herself because she wanted to make breakfast for Chen Cheng herself.

Watching her coquettish look, Chen Cheng chuckled and affectionately kissed her cheek.

He turned to the breakfast counter and set the table.

Qiao Xichen breathed a sigh of relief. If this bad man kept seducing her, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to hold back.

"Why don't you move in here?" Chen Cheng looked at Qiao Xichen's back and suddenly spoke.

"Huh?" Qiao Xichen had been lost in thought, and his words stunned her.

"Move in?"

"Yeah," Chen Cheng nodded and continued:

"Where you're living now, your roommates are hard to get along with, and it's far from the company."

"Not to mention wasting time on the road every day, you don't even have a good mood."

Although Qiao Xichen enjoyed the living environment here, she still felt a bit conflicted.

"That wouldn't be very good, would it?"

"What's wrong with that?" Chen Cheng said dismissively.

This house was originally prepared for her. He estimated he wouldn't be staying in Beijing for long, so he had to get things done quickly.

"It's just sitting empty here, wasting money on utilities and property management fees. Houses need maintenance; they need people living in them to have life, otherwise they'll fall into disrepair in two or three years."

Qiao Xichen glanced at the pan-fried buns in the pan, decided they were ready, turned off the heat, lifted the pan, and poured them onto a plate.

She carried it to the breakfast counter, sat down opposite Chen Cheng, blinked, and asked, "What do you mean, you haven't been living here?"

"Yeah," Chen Cheng handed her the soy milk, "I've been staying at a hotel lately."

"A hotel?" Qiao Xichen was stunned for a moment, "Why stay at a hotel when you have a house?"

"Hotels have butlers and chefs; it's more convenient." Chen Cheng said with a mischievous smirk, "However, if you move in, I guess I won't need to keep a long-term room at the hotel anymore."

Qiao Xichen stared at Chen Cheng with wide eyes.

Not living in your own house to stay in a hotel?

Is this the world of the rich?

I don't understand, but I'm deeply shocked.

"I'll consider it..." Qiao Xichen said, then suddenly remembered something, "Um..."

"What?" Chen Cheng was eating the side dish she had prepared and stopped his chopsticks to look at her.

"If I move in, can I keep a cat?" Qiao Xichen asked tentatively.

"Why wouldn't you be able to?" Chen Cheng countered.

"The house is so big, there should be plenty of space for a cat bed, right?"

Qiao Xichen's pretty face flushed; this house was big enough for a family of four, let alone a cat.

She gave an awkward smile and explained, "Actually, it's not my cat. It was left behind by Hu Jingjing."

"I want to keep it."

"Mmm~" Chen Cheng nodded, "Of course you can."

Qiao Xichen actually felt very guilty about the Hu Jingjing incident.

If she had paid more attention to Hu Jingjing that afternoon, maybe that incident wouldn't have happened.

Of course, that was just Qiao Xichen's perspective.

Chen Cheng said, looking smilingly into Qiao Xichen's bright eyes, "Qiao Xichen, you are my girlfriend."

"In this home, you don't actually need to consult me for many things; you can make decisions yourself."

Qiao Xichen looked into his eyes, and her heart melted.

She felt an unprecedented level of respect and love.

Her lips curved into a crescent moon, and she picked up a pan-fried bun and held it to Chen Cheng's mouth.

Chen Cheng's lips curled slightly, and he opened his mouth to take a bite of the bun.

Qiao Xichen smiled, "Then I'll move in this weekend."

Chen Cheng raised an eyebrow, "How about... moving in today?"

Qiao Xichen nodded, "Alright."

As she said this, she felt a pang of heartache for the rent she had just paid. She sighed and muttered, "I wonder if I can get the rent back."

Chen Cheng: "..."

The two ate, lovey-dovey, for nearly half an hour and agreed to move her stuff after work.

However, for someone renting, there really wasn't much to move.

Either kitchen appliances that could be thrown away, or clothes, shoes, and pants.

As for the rest...

Originally, there is nothing; where could the dust settle?

...

The two changed their clothes, went out, and headed downstairs.

"Is this your car?" Qiao Xichen looked at the ferrari 812 in front of her, a bit dazed, and asked suspiciously.

"Mmm~" Chen Cheng nodded, "Just bought it."

"This must be very expensive, right?" Qiao Xichen smiled, blinking.

Chen Cheng smiled and handed her the car keys, "Want to try it?"

"Mmm~" Qiao Xichen immediately waved her hand, "You know I'm someone with a license but no driving experience."

"If you ask me to drive this, I wouldn't dare."

"Oh, don't be so nervous," Chen Cheng laughed and pushed her into the driver's seat, "Just treat it like a car at driving school."

"Aren't I, an experienced driver, sitting in the passenger seat?"

Chen Cheng knew she was a novice driver and still had the nerve to let her drive, which was determined by Qiao Xichen's personality.

If it were someone with a timid personality like Qiu Yingying, if she said she was a novice driver, Chen Cheng really wouldn't dare to sit in the car.

Qiao Xichen's personality, which sought to control the overall situation, was different.

With this kind of personality, even if she encountered something new she hadn't experienced before, she could quickly calm herself down and handle any unexpected situation with a clear head.

"Alright then," Qiao Xichen swallowed, responding half-reluctantly.

Chen Cheng's lips curled up, and he ushered her into the driver's seat.

He walked around the car and sat in the passenger seat.

Chen Cheng introduced her to the simple functions like starting, shifting gears, and the lights.

As for the rest, Chen Cheng prepared to let her figure it out herself; as long as she could get it on the road, that was enough.

After Chen Cheng finished teaching her bit by bit, she tried it again, exhaling to relieve her nervousness.

Only then did she shift gears, give it gas, and slowly drive out of the parking space.