Steward Gu felt like he was seeing an angel incarnate in front of him. He was happy to the point that his eyes almost teared up. Finally, his torture was going to be over. He could have his beauty sleep without working his ass off now that his Master managed to coax his darling wife.

"Steward Gu, long time no see," She smiled at him.

"It has indeed been a very long time. I'm so happy to see you, Young Madam," A happy smile was plastered on his face

Yu Mei: "_" Come again? Which Madam? Her ears weren't ringing, were they?

Ren Mansion.

"Young Madam, we are here," Steward Gu announced as alighted the car and opened the door for her.

Yu Mei could feel a headache starting from every inch of her head, ''Steward Gu, can you switch back to Miss Yu?" She asked, stepping out of the car.

"Yes, Young Madam," The man replied politely.

The corner of her lips twitched and she did not bother to speak to him anymore. She turned her head to look at the place she hadn't stepped foot in these past months. A hint of nostalgia appeared in her eyes forcing her to shake her head.

She was not an emotional or poetic person. She was not used to such weird feelings.

As she stepped inside the mansion, all the servants queued up in front of her.

''Young Madam," They sang in unison before bowing to her at a ninety-degree angle.

Yu Mei took a step back as she awkwardly cleared her throat. There is only one Ren Mansion so she couldn't possibly have entered the wrong house.

Then, what's wrong with them? Probably it was because they knew that their marriage was not real, and Jun Zixuan had someone else in his heart, that's why the term 'Young Madam' has been more like some taboo in this place.

Since the day she woke, she had noticed it. Everyone was careful about addressing her as 'Miss Yu' and nothing else.

As her gaze landed on a maid's face, she paused for a moment. Her gaze then wandered to all of them and her brows tugged in confusion. All of them were unfamiliar faces to her.

Although she did not remember the servants' names, staying in the same place, their faces had become familiar to her but right now she could barely recognize any of them.

Following her gaze, Steward Gu opened his mouth to speak, "All of them who insulted Young Madam were fired by Master on that same day," He proudly declared hoping that she would be touched and pounce on his Master and he could take advantage of that chance to ask for a six months holiday from his Master.

But alas, he expected too much from the heartless woman who nonchalantly nodded, "That was the least he could do for the emotional distress he caused me," She shrugged, ''Where is he?"

"_"

"You can wait for him in the Master Bedroom. He will be there soon," Yu Mei nodded at him and the rest of the servants before walking upstairs.

She stepped inside the Master Bedroom and threw her bag on the couch before picking up the notebook that was kept on the coffee table.

Sample papers. It was what was written on the cover of the plane notebook.

She picked them up and grabbed the pen with her other hand and walked towards the French window.

Placing the papers on the window sill, she turned the pages one by one, and surprisingly there were all Chinese sample papers. All were handwritten questions and she recognized the handwriting at one glance.

Seems like Jun Zixuan was very serious about becoming her tutor. She thought to herself.

Biting the tip of her pen, she glanced at the essay topics that seemed to be too complicated. She could barely compose a simple essay, wasn't he overestimating her capabilities?

"What are you looking at with such focus?"

The deep voice beside her ear made a shiver run down her spine.

"When did you come? And where were you?" came out the questions she didn't need to ask.

What he did, where he went, why would she want to know that?

"Just now," He wrapped his arms around her waist, "I came out after taking a shower," He replied, pressing his chin on the crook of her neck.

Just showered? Yes, the scent of his shower gel did enthrall her for a moment. The water dripping down his hair landed on her neck when he leaned closer. The droplet glided down her cleavage through the black blouse she had donned.

Her toes curled up as she wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans. She cleared her throat and removed his hand from her waist.

"Okay, then start teaching me," She walked towards the bed holding the sample papers in her hand without looking back at him.

"Or you can tell me what you want to learn and from where you want to learn," He said, his eyes shining meaningfully.

She paused and turned around to look at him and realized what a big mistake it was on her part. It was crazy how attractive she found him.

It has not been like this before. They even slept on the same bed but she had a level of comfort and peace. It was never this weird feeling of her heart wanting to escape the ribcage, neither was it her mind blanking out at the sight of him.

Panicky. Fidgety. Shy. Nervous. Self-conscious.

All these foreign feelings seemed to be dominating every single vein inside her body. She was never like this around him. Never!

Was it just the hormones or was it because of the kiss? Was she feeling awkward? Hell!

Water gliding down those rock-hard abs as the prominent V-line that was visible in the small towel wrapped around his waist. Those long muscular legs...she gazed upwards...her gaze landing on his well built-body, what seemed like a honey-layered appealing chest.

And finally his brown eyes. Those brown eyes seemed to be holding so many secrets within. "What would you like to teach?" Words escaped her mouth before she realized. She bit her bottom lips, her heart beating erratically within her chest with maybe a hint of anticipation?