The car drove into the villa's garage, Jie Bing got out of the car, took out a lot of freshly purchased vegetables and meat from the trunk, returned home, tied on an apron and went straight into the kitchen to start cooking.
The boss hadn't returned yet, but Jie Bing never compromised on his own life. Every day he made exquisite dishes for himself, mixed himself the best-tasting cocktails, pressed the suits he would wear, and even carefully selected his pajamas, striving to live as refinedly as if the boss were still by his side.
Since returning from Sichuan for more than half a month, Jie Bing had been living like this. He hadn't considered the development of events, hadn't paid attention to the hustle and bustle outside, and hadn't even cared much about how inheriting Fusu's "legacy" had now led him to the peak of the Intermediate Stage.
This wasn't the life he wanted, living alone was too monotonous and too dull.
