Ivy and her mother returned to Shawn’s house with their luggage. Seeing her mother feeling down, Ivy gently patted her shoulder, "Mom, you should take a shower first. I'll prepare some food for us, and you can eat as soon as you're out." Emma let out a soft sigh, "Let me do it." Her daughter had been busy working, and even when they ate, it was often instant noodles. She hadn't tried her cooking skills, but she didn't have high hopes for them. Ivy supported her mother and guided her back into the room, saying, "Mom, don't worry. This time, I promise it won't be instant noodles." Emma, with her mood also not good, had no motivation to cook. She decided to let Ivy try her hand at cooking this time. "Luke, you've had a long day. Can you stay for dinner?" Emma asked Assistant Luke and went into the bathroom after giving the instructions. On the other side, Assistant poured a glass of water for Shawn and spoke in a low voice, "Mr. Tate, although your wife may be a bit groggy, she can at least cook, and she's not bad at it." Shawn gazed intently at the kitchen where the sounds of clattering were coming from, and he lightly pursed his lips, "Let's see." Fifteen minutes later, Emma emerged from the bathroom, and Ivy had finished cooking the meal. "Mr. Luke, could you help me wipe the dining table?" Ivy requested. "Sure," Assistant Luke replied, feeling quite pleased as he smelled the aroma emanating from the kitchen. At this moment, he finally discovered a good quality in his boss’ wife. He quickly wiped the table clean, then pushed Shawn to the dining table, and thoughtfully set the table with the tablewares. He sat beside Mr. Tate. "Mr. Tate, this tastes really good. I haven't smelled such a delicious dinner in a long time. It reminds me of the flavors from my childhood." Shawn discreetly glanced at Assistant Luke. Though he maintained his usual expressionless demeanor, his thin lips couldn't help but curl slightly, and there was a hint of anticipation in his eyes. "The meal is ready."Ivy's voice could be heard from the kitchen. Moments later, she emerged with a large bowl of noodles. Assistant Luke leaned in eagerly, and even Shawn discreetly moved to a different angle to get a better view of the dishes in the bowl. However, as their eyes fell on the noodles in the bowl, the almost invisible smile in Shawn's eyes disappeared, and his lips twitched. "Mrs. Tate, is this... instant noodles?" Assistant Luke was utterly dumbfounded. His boss hated instant noodles more than anything. How was he supposed to eat them? Ivy chuckled and explained, "It's not just instant noodles. It's instant noodles stir-fried with tomatoes, eggs, and crispy pork belly." She wiped the sweat from her forehead and smiled sweetly. For her, stir-fried instant noodles with tomatoes, eggs, and crispy pork belly was a gourmet dish. "It's still instant noodles," Assistant Luke lamented, looking miserable. His boss, Mr. Tate, was usually not very particular about food, except for his aversion to instant noodles. Assistant Luke knew that his boss must be Taterious about the instant noodles. "Mrs. Tate, Mr. Tate...," Assistant Luke began, intending to inform Ivy about Mr. Tate's dislike for instant noodles, but he was interrupted when Shawn calmly said, "It's fine." Assistant Luke was left speechless. "Ah, Ivy, I knew I couldn't trust you," Emma said, frowning. "I just knew it. How could you serve instant noodles to Shawn and Luke? Shawn needs a healthy diet, and Luke has been helping us all day. You... you really infuriate me!" Ivy wanted to say that an occasional instant noodle meal wouldn't hurt, but Emma clearly didn't want to hear it. "Shawn, Luke, don't worry. I'll make a new meal for you," she said, heading back into the kitchen. Shawn said, "Mom, it's fine. I eat this way sometimes..." Assistant Luke quickly added, "Auntie, don't worry, I love stir-fried instant noodles!" Emma sighed in resignation and said, "Well, let me cook something for you this weekend." "Okay." After dinner, Ivy enjoyed her meal, while Shawn and Assistant Luke picked at their food. Later, they made an excuse to leave and headed to a cafe about 20 minutes away from the County.Assistant Luke savored the Japanese cuisine that was already prepared by their bodyguards. He thought, "This is true culinary delight, so delicious!" Shawn slowly ate his sashimi, increasingly feeling like he was part of a reality TV show where his life had taken an unexpected turn. Why did his grandmother insist on him marrying Ivy? What was so great about her? "Mr. Tate, apart from the failure of the annual shareholders meeting with H Capital, everything else went smoothly for Alter Group today," Assistant Luke reported while eating. He was inwardly celebrating the failure of their cooperation with HCapital. Alter Group's stock price would surely plummet, and he was glad to see Chairman Alter's frustration. "Keep a close eye on them and don't let them play tricks," Shawn instructed, showing little reaction. Ten years ago, Shawn had founded DT Investment and established a strong presence overseas. Five years ago, he strategically focused on the medical industry in City A market, becoming a dominant force in the region. Over the years, he had gradually eroded Alter Group's medical sector until they had no choice but to turn to H Capital. The plummeting stock price of Alter Group was just the beginning; he aimed to dismantle the entire corporation. After finishing their meal, Shawn had his assistant drive him back home. It was already midnight when they arrived. The assistant quietly pushed the door open for Shawn, but to his surprise, the living room was brightly lit. "You can go now," he instructed his assistant before entering the house himself. Upon hearing the door open, Ivy looked up and greeted Shawn nonchalantly. "You're back." "Yeah." After exchanging these few words of acknowledgment, Ivy lowered her head to continue studying the patient's case files on her computer. "You should go to the bedroom. I get up early every day, so I will sleep in the living room on the floor to avoid disturbing you." Shawn didn't respond immediately. He slowly approached her and saw that she was engrossed in reviewing a patient's case on her computer. It was a document spanning over 300 pages, and she had only reached page 10. "Are you planning to stay up all night?" Shawn finally started to understand why his grandmother had called Ivy a workaholic. "I can't get this patient out of my mind, so I can't sleep. I'll study for a little while and then go to bed," Ivy replied calmly. She then looked at Shawn and extended her hand."What is it?" Shawn's expression darkened. "Where's your case file?" "It's at the office." "Send me the electronic version," Ivy insisted. She was used to dealing with patients like Shawn who avoided addressing their issues. "We're in the digital age, and you surely have it in electronic form. Give it to me. I can really try to help with your leg." ***