Movie/TV series: Starting with Ode to Joy, I opened my own private kitchen.

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As the two walked towards Ode to Joy, chatting, they didn't notice that someone was watching them from a luxury BMW parked across the street.

"Zhenzhen, look, isn't that Su Chang and Lucy?" Ye Zhenzhen was driving steadily toward Ode to Joy when Yu Chuhui, sitting in the back seat, pointed at the two people not far ahead across the road, her eyes wide and her face full of excitement as she shouted excitedly.

"No, no." He Minhong also looked in the direction Yu Chuhui was pointing with a surprised expression, leaning forward as if trying to see more clearly. Zhu Zhe didn't speak, but he also turned his gaze in that direction, his eyes revealing a hint of curiosity.

"Zhenzhen, slow down, we'll just follow them." Yu Chuhui, with his gossip-loving spirit, hurriedly called out when he saw that Ye Zhenzhen hadn't slowed down, gesturing with his hands.

Ye Zhenzhen looked at the three gossipy women with a hint of helplessness, her lips twitching slightly as she muttered to herself, "What a bunch of gossipy women." Nevertheless, she slowed down and followed slowly opposite Su Chang and the other woman.

"Isn't this a bad thing for us?" He Minhong looked at it for a while, then suddenly frowned, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes, and said softly.

Yu Chuhui glared at He Minhong, rolled her eyes, and said, "If you don't like it, then get off the bus. We didn't ask you to look at it." Her tone was tinged with dissatisfaction.

"Why should I get off the car? It's Zhenzhen's car. What right do you have to make me get off? Besides, I only said it's not good to peek at other people like that. What's wrong with that?" He Minhong glared at Yu Chuhui defiantly, put his hands on his hips, and replied in a somewhat stiff tone.

Yu Chuhui immediately retorted, "Then who was it that had such a gossipy look on their face just now? You're being hypocritical." A hint of disdain appeared on her face.

He Minhong was immediately furious, his face turned red, and his lips trembled slightly. He wanted to retort but didn't know what to say.

Before she could retort, Ye Zhenzhen stepped on the gas and accelerated, saying, "Alright, stop looking. They're just ordinary neighbors walking home together, chatting on the way. There's nothing to see." Her tone carried a hint of helplessness.

Although Yu Chuhui and He Minhong were still not convinced by each other, they could only choose to keep quiet for now.

Zhu Zhe and Ye Zhenzhen exchanged a glance, both seeing the expressions on the two girls' faces in the rearview mirror. They shook their heads helplessly, sighing inwardly, "These two little girls are such a headache." However, neither of them said anything more, and a brief silence fell over the carriage.

Su Chang and Fang Zhiheng were quick, and soon they arrived back at Su Chang's home.

As soon as Fang Zhiheng entered, she was drawn to the luxurious decor of Su Chang's home. Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped slightly in surprise. However, she quickly regained her composure and a faint smile appeared on her face.

Su Chang pointed towards the living room and said to Fang Zhiheng, "Lucy, please sit in the living room for a while. I just moved here today and don't know what ingredients are in the refrigerator. It's so late, so I'll just make something simple to eat. Please don't mind." His face showed a hint of apology, and his eyes revealed his concern for Fang Zhiheng.

Fang Zhiheng quickly waved her hand and said with a smile, "It's okay, just make me whatever you like. I don't eat much at night." Her smile was natural and made people feel very friendly.

Su Chang didn't hesitate. He quickly went into the kitchen, grabbed a few drinks, and then returned to the living room. He handed the drinks to Fang Zhiheng and said, "Lucy, have some. Feel free to look around. Eat whatever you like on the table to tide you over. I'll call you when dinner is ready." His movements were efficient, and his tone was gentle.

Fang Zhiheng took the bottle of vegetable juice and smiled, saying, "Thank you! You go ahead and do your work, don't worry about me, I'll just wander around." Her eyes were full of gratitude, and she felt that Su Chang was very considerate.

Su Chang nodded, turned around and walked into the kitchen.

Fang Zhiheng didn't stand on ceremony and began to explore Su Chang's house. As she walked, she carefully observed every corner of the room. She found the room very tidy, and everything was brand new, which improved her impression of Su Chang even more...

Before she knew it, Fang Zhiheng had reached the kitchen doorway. She looked inside and saw Su Chang busily working in the kitchen. His movements were fluid, as if he had practiced each step countless times.

Fang Zhiheng stared at Su Chang's earnest expression, somewhat mesmerized. She thought to herself: finding a husband like Su Chang wouldn't be such a bad choice.

However, she thought of what Li Xun had done to her, and a surge of anger welled up inside her. She quickly shook her head, as if trying to banish these thoughts from her mind. She told herself that she wouldn't consider feelings until she had defeated Li Xun.

Fang Zhiheng's movements were a bit loud, and Su Chang quickly heard the noise. He turned around and saw Fang Zhiheng standing there in a daze. He asked with a puzzled look, "Is something wrong, Lucy?"

Fang Zhiheng's heart raced instantly, her cheeks flushed as red as a ripe apple, and her eyes flickered with shyness and nervousness. She lowered her head slightly, her hands unconsciously fidgeting with the hem of her clothes, and said timidly, "N-nothing...it's nothing." After saying that, she hurriedly fled from Su Chang's sight like a startled deer.

Su Chang watched Fang Zhiheng's departing figure, a sense of doubt rising in his heart. He didn't know why Fang Zhiheng was so flustered. Had he done something wrong? He frowned, lost in thought, and after a while without any clue, he turned back to his work.

Fang Zhiheng entered the living room, her breathing rapid, her small hands clenching and unclenching nervously. She gulped down several mouthfuls of vegetable juice, trying to calm her agitated state.

Then, she used her little hands as fans to fan her face repeatedly, as if this could dispel the blush on her face.

Her heart was filled with self-blame and regret. She murmured, "Fang Zhiheng, what's wrong with you? How could you have such shameless thoughts because of a handsome guy? And he even found out. How can you face people now? It's so embarrassing."

After saying that, she hugged the cushion next to her tightly and buried her head in it, as if she could escape reality that way.

Half an hour later, Su Chang finally finished preparing six dishes and a soup. He carefully arranged the dishes on the dining table, then came to the living room and gently called out, "Lucy, wash your hands, we can eat now."

Fang Zhiheng trembled slightly upon hearing Su Chang's voice. She looked up at Su Chang's gentle smile, and a ripple of emotion stirred within her.

Her face flushed crimson again, as if it could bleed. Her eyes darted away, avoiding Su Chang's gaze, and she said softly, "Ah? Okay, I... I'll go wash my hands now." With that, she sprang up from the sofa and dashed towards the bathroom like a startled rabbit.

Seeing Fang Zhiheng's flustered appearance, Su Chang couldn't help but smile subtly. He murmured to himself, "Ah! My damn charm." He was secretly pleased with himself, finding Fang Zhiheng's reaction quite amusing.

Fang Zhiheng lingered in the bathroom for ten minutes before finally coming out. Su Chang didn't urge her and patiently waited for Fang Zhiheng's arrival.

As soon as Fang Zhiheng entered the restaurant, she was so surprised by the six exquisite dishes and soup on the table that she opened her mouth wide and stared at Su Chang in disbelief. She stammered, "Su Chang, you're not a chef who cooks for state banquets, are you?"

Chapter 211 Dinner Together

Su Chang had a faint smile on his face, with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned. His eyes revealed a hint of pride as he said softly, "My cooking skills, well, it depends on the person."

"Oh? What do you mean?" Fang Zhiheng looked at Su Chang with a puzzled expression, her brows furrowed slightly as if she was thinking about something.

Su Chang smiled mischievously, winked, then leaned closer to Fang Zhiheng and said in a low voice, "If I were eating this by myself, it would be just ordinary home cooking; if it were someone I dislike, it would be culinary disaster; as for a beautiful woman like you, it would definitely be state banquet level."

Fang Zhiheng's face flushed instantly. She lowered her head shyly, a hint of joy in her eyes. She gently bit her lip, glared at Su Chang with a hint of annoyance, and said coquettishly, "You're such a smooth talker. I wonder how many beautiful women you've said these things to."

Su Chang's expression suddenly turned serious. He straightened up and said earnestly to Fang Zhiheng, "Ms. Lucy, you have been arrested."

Fang Zhiheng was taken aback by Su Chang's nonsensical words. Her eyes widened, and her face was filled with confusion and bewilderment. She stammered, "Su Chang, what do you mean?"

“You committed a crime, of course I have to arrest you,” Su Chang said matter-of-factly, his tone firm and serious.

Fang Zhiheng was even more confused. Her brows furrowed tightly, and she asked with a serious expression, "Then tell me, what crime have I committed?"

A sly smile suddenly appeared on Su Chang's face. His eyes gleamed. He leaned closer to Fang Zhiheng and whispered, "You stole my heart, so you committed theft. You also falsely accused me of saying those things to other women, so you committed false accusation. Both crimes will be punished, so..."

Fang Zhiheng rolled her eyes and said irritably, "So what..."

"So, shall we have some red wine?" Su Chang then pulled out a bottle of red wine, a mischievous smile on his face. He gently shook the bottle and handed it to Fang Zhiheng.

Fang Zhiheng chuckled, her smile as warm and radiant as the spring sunshine. She looked at Su Chang, her heart filled with joy. But she took the wine bottle, gently swirled it, and feigned displeasure, saying, "Where did you learn all this? It's so slick!"

Su Chang chuckled, looking at Fang Zhiheng with tenderness and affection in his eyes. He gently touched his head, feigning innocence, and said, "Is this too cheesy? I read online that girls are happy when you say this to someone they like."

A warm feeling welled up in Fang Zhiheng's heart. She looked at Su Chang, her eyes sparkling with happiness, but she still said seriously, "Su Chang, I don't want to talk about relationships right now. Let me take care of my things first, okay?"

Su Chang knew what Fang Zhiheng was talking about, and he understood Fang Zhiheng's personality. He couldn't press her too much now, so he smiled slightly, his eyes showing concern, and said gently, "Lucy, it's okay. But if you encounter anything you can't handle, you can tell me. I can help you. I believe I still have some influence."

Fang Zhiheng hesitated for a moment, frowned slightly as if she was thinking about something, then nodded gently and said, "Okay." Her voice carried a hint of gratitude, but there was still a trace of uncertainty in her eyes.

Knowing he had said enough, Su Chang quickly changed the subject. A relaxed smile appeared on his face as he got up to get the decanter, saying, "Okay, let's not think about those unhappy things anymore. Try the food I made and see if it suits your taste. I'll go get the decanter."

Fang Zhiheng watched Su Chang's retreating figure, a warm feeling welling up inside her. She slowly sat down and began to savor the dishes.

After taking a bite, her eyes suddenly lit up, and a look of surprise appeared on her face. She gave Su Chang a thumbs up and said excitedly, "Su Chang, your dish is really delicious. It's on par with a chef who cooks for state banquets."

As Su Chang poured the wine, he smiled and replied, "If you like it, eat more. If you can finish the food, that will be the greatest affirmation of my cooking skills." His eyes were full of expectation, as if he hoped that Fang Zhiheng could fully enjoy the meal.

Fang Zhiheng looked at the six dishes and soup in front of her, a troubled expression on her face. She glared at him irritably and said coquettishly, "So many dishes, you think too highly of me." Her tone was reproachful, but her eyes were full of laughter.

"It's okay, I'll eat as much as I can," Su Chang said nonchalantly, a faint smile still on his face.

The two then ate and chatted in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere. The meal lasted for two hours, until after 10 p.m.

Fang Zhiheng rubbed her slightly bloated stomach, looked at Su Chang, and said coquettishly, "It's all your fault. I don't know how long I'll have to exercise to burn off all the calories I consumed tonight." There was a hint of helplessness in her eyes, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a feeling of happiness.

Su Chang smiled nonchalantly, his eyes sparkling with confidence, and said, "It's okay, I'll work out with you." His tone was firm yet gentle, as if he were conveying a promise to Fang Zhiheng.

“Sure, I see you’re pretty good. We can have a match.” Fang Zhiheng thought about the moment earlier when Su Chang accidentally exposed herself, and she had the idea of ​​teaching Su Chang a little lesson. A sly glint flashed in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, as if she was looking forward to the contest with Su Chang.

Su Chang replied nonchalantly, "No problem, you set the time. I'm free anytime during this period." With Fang Zhiheng's skills, he could easily handle her.

Fang Zhiheng nodded, then looked at her watch and realized it was getting late. So she stood up and said to Su Chang, "Su Chang, it's getting late, I should go home."

Su Chang also stood up and said, "Okay, then I'll see you downstairs."

Fang Zhiheng waved her hand and said, "No need, it's downstairs. You've been busy all night, get some rest."

"Okay then." Su Chang didn't insist. He saw Fang Zhiheng to the door and then said, "You can call me anytime you have time. You're welcome to come over for a meal anytime."

“No problem, but your intentions are impure, it’s blatant temptation,” Fang Zhiheng teased.

Su Chang pursed his lips and said, "I'm a normal man. How could I have any pure thoughts about a beautiful woman as charming as you?"

Fang Zhiheng glared at Su Chang and said, "You're so talkative. I'm leaving now." Without waiting for Su Chang's reply, she skipped the elevator and fled into the fire escape, running downstairs.

Seeing Fang Zhiheng's disheveled appearance as she fled in panic, Su Chang shook his head helplessly, a smug smile playing on his lips. He then closed the door and went to take a shower and rest.

As Fang Zhiheng, her face flushed, descended to the 22nd floor via the emergency exit, she bumped into He Minhong, who was coming out to throw away the trash.

When He Minhong saw Fang Zhiheng's appearance, she was immediately stunned. Her eyes widened, her mouth slightly agape, and her face was full of surprise. After all, in her impression, Fang Zhiheng had always been a rather aloof beauty, and she never expected her to have such a shy side.

Because Fang Zhiheng had helped her today, she still raised her hand and stammered a greeting to Fang Zhiheng: "Um... good evening!" Her voice trembled slightly, and her hand unconsciously gripped the trash bag, showing her inner nervousness.

Upon seeing He Minhong, Fang Zhiheng immediately regained her composure, the blush on her face seemingly vanishing instantly. She smiled slightly, the corners of her mouth turning up, her eyes revealing a calm and composed demeanor. She nodded gently and said, "Good evening." After speaking, she left directly, her steps somewhat hurried, as if she wanted to escape this awkward situation as quickly as possible.

Although Fang Zhiheng appeared unusually calm, it was easy to tell from her hurried steps as she left that she was not at peace inside.

As she jogged back to her front door, she inwardly groaned, "Oh no! Someone saw me! I hope she doesn't tell anyone." Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

Fang Zhiheng frantically entered the password, taking several tries to unlock it. Her fingers trembled slightly, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead. She then quickly went into the room, closed the door, leaned against it, panting, covered her face with her hands, and said coquettishly, "Oh dear, this is so embarrassing!" Her eyes were filled with shyness and unease, as if she had done something wrong and been discovered.

As soon as He Minhong entered the house, she saw Zhu Zhe applying a face mask in the living room. She glanced towards Yu Chuhui's room and noticed that the door wasn't closed properly, and she could hear Yu Chuhui making a phone call inside.

So, she tiptoed up to Zhu Zhe, lowered her voice, and said mysteriously, "Sister Zhu Zhe, let me tell you, I've discovered an incredible secret." Her expression was very excited, and her eyes sparkled with curiosity.

Zhu Zhe looked at He Minhong with a puzzled expression and asked, "Honghong, what amazing secret is it?" Her voice was tinged with curiosity, after all, He Minhong hadn't been out of her sight for very long.

He Minhong said mysteriously, "I just went to the stairwell to throw out the trash, and I saw Lucy from next door just come downstairs. She was all red in the face. I think she and the guy upstairs, they..." As she spoke, she brought her two index fingers together, clearly implying that they were together. Her voice was full of gossip, and her facial expression was exaggerated, as if she had discovered some earth-shattering secret.

Although Zhu Zhe was curious, she knew that gossiping about others behind their backs was not a good habit, so she advised, "Honghong, maybe they just finished eating and had some drinks. Don't overthink it."

He Minhong shook her head decisively and said with certainty, "No, Sister Zhu Zhe, let me tell you, when Lucy saw me, her face immediately stopped turning red and became unusually cold. I don't think it was because of drinking."

Seeing that he couldn't persuade He Minhong, Zhu Zhe didn't want to continue the topic, so he stood up, yawned, and walked towards the room, saying, "Honghong, I'm a little tired, I'm going back to my room to sleep."

"Oh, okay then, goodnight, Sister Zhu Zhe!" Although He Minhong was somewhat unwilling, she could only wave to Zhu Zhe helplessly and say goodnight.

Even after Zhu Zhe returned to his room, He Minhong's gossip-loving spirit remained undiminished. She pondered to herself, but unfortunately, she had just had a fight with Yu Chuhui and couldn't very well approach her now to discuss gossip. So, she picked up her phone and quickly posted a message on her WeChat Moments: "A chance encounter that led to a relationship—was it love at first sight? Or lust at first sight?"

After posting on her WeChat Moments, He Minhong returned to her room and suddenly felt that her words seemed a bit too direct and didn't quite fit her image. A chill ran down her spine, and she immediately deleted the post. However, she didn't know that Yu Chuhui next door had taken a screenshot the moment she posted it.

Chapter 212 Low Emotional Intelligence

Yu Chuhui naturally knew who He Minhong was referring to, and she already harbored resentment towards He Minhong. Seeing He Minhong gossiping herself, she secretly felt smug, thinking she had caught him red-handed. She thought to herself, "Didn't He Minhong say I shouldn't gossip? So what is she doing now? She's such a hypocrite!"

Yu Chuhui prepared to retaliate without hesitation. However, shortly after she took the screenshot, she discovered that He Minhong had deleted the post on his WeChat Moments, which piqued her interest.

A sly smile played on her lips as she muttered, "Hmph! He Minhong, you think you're safe just because you deleted your Moments? I won't let you off so easily! A man's revenge is never too late, but a woman's revenge starts at dawn!"

Yu Chuhui smiled coldly, her eyes revealing undisguised provocation. She deliberately tagged He Minhong, sent the screenshot to the group, and wrote: "Oh! Who is this? Talking badly about others behind their backs. I really don't know if it's the gossipy person who's of low character, or this kind of person?" Her sarcastic tone was like a sharp sword, piercing straight to He Minhong's heart.

He Minhong saw Yu Chuhui's message in the group chat immediately. Her face turned pale with anger. She jumped out of bed like an enraged lion cub and stormed into Yu Chuhui's bedroom. She pounded on the door, yelling, "Yu Chuhui, come out here! Who are you talking to?"

Upon hearing He Minhong's voice, Yu Chuhui's anger flared instantly. She stood up abruptly, forcefully opened the door, and stood face to face with He Minhong.

Her eyes were full of defiance as she shouted defiantly, "Who are you talking about? Don't you know what you did?"