You're practically an uncle now.

"Um, why did you call me?"
"It's nothing," Yichen replied, his expression indifferent, yet his gaze burned into her. "Just letting you know, from now on you can eat the breakfast I make, but you're not allowed to eat anyone else's. If you don't listen, just see how I deal with you, got it?"
"..."
Honestly, President Lin's words didn't really make Xiao Qi angry, but his tone...
It was simply too domineering, too arrogant.
He wouldn’t let her eat his breakfast before, and now he even has the cheek to say she can’t eat anyone else’s.
Xiao Qi really wanted to say, “So what if I eat someone else’s breakfast? Mind your own business!”
But if she actually said that, she’d probably get a real scolding—
The wise adapt to circumstances; a smart person doesn’t court disaster.
Besides, she was currently eating the breakfast he’d made.
She had always been the grateful type, even as an alien.
So she decided not to argue with him.
"Understood."
Yichen deliberated for a moment. "Xiyang, do you know what I want to do to you?"
Xiao Qi blurted out, "Whatever you want to do, your face gives it away from start to finish—you want meat."
"Not bad, you’re cleverer this time. You can tell that I want meat, head to toe," Yichen admitted openly.
???
It took Xiao Qi a while to realize what President Lin meant. The “meat” she was talking about and the “meat” he was talking about were entirely different things.
She meant beef, whereas he meant... her own “meat”—
Yichen bent over slightly, long fingers gently lifting her delicate chin, speaking wickedly, "From now on, I'll keep you at my place. No more roaming the world wielding swords. Or, you could just give yourself to me now, let me eat my fill, and I’ll spoil you, let you enjoy the best of everything every day. How about it?"
Xiao Qi: "..."
Oh my, he was quite skilled at teasing.
But she was always indifferent to fame and fortune; she wouldn’t be so easily won over by a few words.
Ignoring his flirtation, she just wanted to eat the beef by his side. As she was about to pry his hand off her chin, President Lin spoke again, but this time, his tone was serious. "By the way, stay away from Yiyang from now on. If you dare make a fool out of me, I’ll feed you to the cows."
"..."
What kind of person was this? Finished teasing, now threatening her.
Feed me to the cows? I’d rather feed you to the pigs.
He wouldn’t let her eat beef and kept nagging on and on.
Xiao Qi was fuming.
"What if I don’t listen?"
"You don’t listen?" President Lin let out a cold laugh. "You can try."
Argh, looking at his smug face, Xiao Qi just wanted to kick him twice, then finish the beef and strut away.
Could she do that?
The answer was: not possible.
He was the big boss, after all.
Her salary came from him.
This man was both overbearing and shameless.
Xiao Qi thought of a saying she’d heard on Earth—officials can set fires, but the common people can’t light lamps.
And he still had that ambiguous thing going on with that beautiful woman.
Ugh, how could there be such a shameless capitalist?
The worst part was, she didn’t dare—no, she couldn’t—even defy him a little bit.
"Take your hand away, my neck’s sore."
Keeping her head tilted like that was really tiring.
However...
"We haven’t even started and you’re already sore?"
???
Three seconds later—
Argh! What a shameless man!
"You... let go."
His face was so close, his breath full of masculinity—it nearly made her short-circuit.
"Don’t move," he said, now adding another hand on her neck, his handsome face drawing closer.
"You, you, don’t do anything rash," Xiao Qi immediately covered her mouth, her wide eyes full of alarm as she stared at him. "President Lin, I... I’m starving, can you let me have some beef?"
"Alright!"
"Then you..."
"Let me kiss you first."

"..."
"Be good, move your hand."
"..."
His tone was gentle, but his words left no room for refusal.
Little by little, she lowered her hand, and his thin lips slowly leaned toward her rosy ones.
Every kiss with him had always caught her off guard.
This was the first time he approached her when she was actually prepared.
"Close your eyes, alright?"
His voice was like a mountain spring, clear and melodious, flowing slowly into her heart.
Without realizing it, she closed her eyes.
Seeing her obediently close her eyes, President Lin’s handsome face lit up with a smile. His lips inched closer and closer to hers—just as their lips were about to touch...
A sudden sneeze caught him off guard, and for the second time, he was sprayed in the face with a fine mist.
President Lin’s face darkened immediately, his teeth clenched. "Did you do that on purpose?"
She looked thoroughly innocent. "Of course not—it was your hormones that made me sneeze."
Yichen ground his teeth.
But she was still thinking about the food by his side. "President Lin, I’m really so hungry, I don’t even have the strength to move—could you give me back the beef?"
Yichen really wanted to deal with her right then and there, but...
Forget it, there would be plenty of time for that in the future. He handed back her meal.
Xiao Qi immediately perked up.
Just as she picked up her knife and fork, her food was snatched away again.
What now? Was he not done yet?
She was about to protest, but saw his slender fingers gracefully slicing her steak.
In less than a minute, the steak was cut into neat, even pieces and placed before her again.
Xiao Qi beamed, her eyes shining. "Thank you, boss! You’re the best, most handsome, most charming boss in the world, and your abs are the best too!"
Well, now she was praising him of her own accord.
The doorbell rang outside, and Yichen rose to answer it.
Fang Li brought over some documents and glanced inside. "President Lin, I’m a bit thirsty, can I come in—"
"No."
"..."
Fang Li protested, "But I’m really thirsty, President Lin, just—"
President Lin was growing impatient. "Want me to dock your pay?"
"..."
Seriously, President Lin, I just wanted a quick look. Is it necessary to treat me like a wolf at the door?
Seeing Fang Li hesitate, Yichen’s patience wore thin. "Three seconds to disappear, or else—"
Fang Li didn’t dare argue anymore and vanished in an instant.
Once in the car, he couldn’t help but sigh.
Ah, men in love are impossible to talk to...
When Yichen returned, the person who’d just been happily eating breakfast had fallen asleep on the table.
He stared speechlessly for a few seconds, then scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom.
Eat, sleep, repeat.
He brought the files to his study. Three hours later, he came back to check on the one who only ate and slept.
Entering the room, he saw the girl sitting quietly at the edge of the bed, her face turned toward the floor-to-ceiling window.
He’d always known she was beautiful, but after seeing her so often, he’d grown used to it.
But now, seeing her sitting there so serene, a hint of thoughtfulness in her expression, her eyes bright and dazzling—it was a rare and captivating sight.
"Full and rested, so now you have energy to daydream?"
Startled by his voice, Xiao Qi looked up and saw him. "You didn’t go to work?"
"Mhm." Yichen sat beside her. "Xiyang, why do I feel like you have something on your mind?"
"Kidding, how could I have anything on my mind when all I do is eat and drink?"
As soon as he sat down, Xiao Qi immediately jumped off the bed. "Boss, let’s go out to eat!"
"..."
"You’ve already had three breakfasts today, and it’s only been three hours. Not even a pig could eat as much as you."
"..."
"Young girls digest fast, you know."
"..."

Twenty-eight years old and she still called herself a young girl—Yichen was at a loss for words.
"There’s food in the fridge, I’ll cook."
"I want the same steak as this morning," Xiao Qi demanded bluntly. "But one steak is too little. I won’t be full. Put two—no, four—steaks in one bowl."
"..."
Yichen pictured her holding a giant basin, grabbing steaks with her hands and devouring them with no sense of decorum.
He was almost overwhelmed by his own imagination.
An hour later, Yichen had cooked six steaks and went upstairs to call her.
Lying in bed, Xiao Qi vaguely sensed something flash before her eyes. Still muddled with sleep, she muttered, "Lin Yichen, you stingy capitalist—you won’t even let me eat but have the nerve to dock my pay, and you have the gall to call me a pig. You’re the pig. Your whole family are pigs."
Yichen: "..."
After she finished, Xiao Qi opened her eyes and saw the man standing right in front of her.
Silence.
What had she just said...?
Oh no, could she play dead...?
In fact, that’s exactly what she did.
"I made six steaks, but seeing you sleeping so soundly, I won’t disturb your sweet dreams... so forget the steaks."
"..."
He’d already walked out.
Only his lingering voice remained in the room.
She had only dreamed he wouldn’t let her eat and would cut her pay, so she’d been talking in her sleep!
Did he really have to be angry about a dream?
So what should she do now?
Xiao Qi’s big eyes darted around.
Yichen was sitting in the dining room, eating elegantly.
Suddenly, a shadow flitted past in front of him.
He paused with his knife and fork.
A hallucination?
His dark eyes swept the dining room—everything seemed normal.
He resumed eating.
But moments later, the shadow flitted past again.
Yichen put down his utensils and stood up, eyes scanning the room.
Was it another illusion?
He headed for the living room, only to hear a voice behind him.
"President Lin, where’s the steak?"
Yichen jumped, nearly letting out a startled yelp for the first time in his life.
His face darkened as he turned to her. "Did you scare me on purpose just for steak?"
"..."
Did he have to be so sharp?
She’d wanted to lure him into the living room so she could sneak a steak, but...
Xiao Qi glanced at the table—only one steak left, and it had already been eaten. "Didn’t you say you made six steaks?"
"I ate them."
"..."
Yichen ignored her ever-changing expressions, sat down, picked up his knife and fork, and resumed his meal as if she weren’t there.
Xiao Qi fumed, "President Lin, with so many steaks, can you really digest them all?"
Without looking up, Yichen replied, "Can you?"
At those words, Xiao Qi’s first thought was that he hadn’t eaten the steaks at all.
The big boss wouldn’t be a foodie like her.
Judging by his usual eating habits, it was clear.
Xiao Qi smiled sweetly, walked over, and sat across from him. "President Lin, I’m a young girl with a strong digestive system, so why don’t you..."
Yichen shot her a cold glare. "Are you implying I’m older than you, as if we’re the same age?"
"..."
Same age? You’re twenty-eight. I’m only twenty.
You’re already at uncle level.