"Have some more red date and lily bulb soup," Ye Zimo said softly. Xia Yihan, who was closest to Song Wanting, stepped forward to serve her a bowl with a delicate little bowl and handed it to her. "Thank you!" Song Wanting said politely, and then she noticed that Xia Yihan's hand was trembling slightly. Following her wrist, she saw the glaring wound on her arm. The wound was completely exposed, without any bandaging. Does this mean that Ye Zimo doesn't care much about this woman either? I hope so. After the meal, everyone lined up to see off Ye Zimo and Song Wanting, and Xia Yihan carried on with her household chores as usual. With Ye Zimo not at home, the butler naturally made things difficult for her. Xia Yihan endured the pain in her arm and worked hard to complete the tasks he had assigned. Liu Xiaojiao and Jiujiu wanted to help her, but she firmly refused. "The butler asked the three of us to weed and wash the ground in the back garden at noon today because you always help me. It's better for me to work hard alone than for all three of us to suffer. I appreciate your kindness, but let me face it alone. I'm fine." They had both done a lot of heavy work during the day and were very tired, so they didn't insist any further. Xia Yihan's last task was still to mop the floor in the hall, and she did it with the same dedication. As she mopped, all the events of the day replayed in her mind, scene by scene.

She had successfully driven Yi Bing away; surely the one surnamed Ye wouldn't easily send her packing again, right? Not long ago, she was secretly grateful to him, yet in the blink of an eye, he forced her to do such a thing, and afterward, he humiliated her in front of several people. Recalling his words, her heart still couldn't calm down at this moment. She could only tell herself that for Xiao Jun's sake, she had to endure everything to continue pretending as if nothing had happened while mopping the floor here. These past few days, she hadn't been eating much, and tonight, when she followed Ye Zimo back, it was already past the servants' dining time. She had worked several more hours, and now her stomach began to react violently, churning with acid that she couldn't suppress no matter how hard she tried. The intense hunger pangs were unbearable. She glanced at the clock in the hall; it was already eleven at night, and Ye Zimo had not returned. Most of the people in the residence had gone to bed. Even if they hadn't, it was impossible for her to get something to eat after the servants' mealtime. She tried to lower her head and press down on her stomach to dull the feeling of hunger. Ye Zimo's car stopped silently at the main entrance, and the security guards, well-trained, opened the door for him to get out and then quietly opened the glass door of the main residence. Xia Yihan heard his steady footsteps, but as if she hadn't heard them, she continued mopping the floor. She didn't want to meet him, didn't want to talk to him, and was even more afraid of his potential startling actions. Although she hadn't known him for long, he always gave her an unfathomable feeling. Ye Zimo pursed his lips tightly, ignoring her presence, and headed straight down the corridor. The hall was particularly empty at night, and any slight sound would be infinitely amplified. Just as Ye Zimo was not far from Xia Yihan, her stomach embarrassingly growled loudly. Xia Yihan's face immediately turned red with embarrassment, and she pressed her body even lower, pretending not to hear the noise from her stomach. Ye Zimo's steps paused for what seemed only a second before he continued forward. Xia Yihan rubbed her stomach twice, feeling that she had neglected it for too long, no wonder it was protesting. Enduring the hunger and the pain in her arms, she knelt on the floor and kept mopping. Before long, the glass door of the hall was opened again, and someone came in.

The butler had warned all the maids not to be nosy and not to look around when they heard sounds while working. Xia Yihan continued to mop the floor until she heard the butler's instruction to stop. "Yihan, come and serve Mr. Ye his late-night snack!" "Yes! I'll go wash my hands!" Xia Yihan replied, quickly rushing to the bathroom, washing her hands thoroughly, drying them, and then returning to the hall. Only then did she see that the butler was holding a tray with two bowls of shark fin soup and several small plates of exquisite dim sum. She reached out to take the tray, and the butler simply said, "Go serve in Mr. Ye's bedroom by yourself!" before leaving. The aroma of the food wafted over, and Xia Yihan's stomach growled uncontrollably several times.