Chad Foster froze, lowering his eyes to look at her, not knowing what he was thinking.

“Wuu... that was so touching...” She simply covered her eyes, letting her tears flood out like a torrent.

The smile on Chad Foster’s face stiffened. Through her fingers, Olivia could clearly see his expression.

Those dark, glossy eyes looked at her, filled with the words “Are you out of your mind?”

Chad Foster stood still, waiting for her to put her hands down. He slowly squatted down, his handsome face drawing close to hers, so close she could see every upturned eyelash: “Touching?”

“Mm...” Olivia nodded twice, then cast an envious glance at the two holding hands on the bed, “If only I were as lucky as Sister Foster, to have a lover like Big Brother Carter, I’d be so happy... When will I ever meet my true love, wuwuwuwu...”

Tears slipped through her fingers as Olivia Sullivan peeked at him through her tear-soaked eyes.

Chad Foster was suspicious by nature. At this point, rather than hiding and arousing his doubts, it was better to just let it all out.

But as she spoke, she actually started to feel a bit genuinely emotional.

Think about it—Olivia Sullivan in the real world, a young girl in her prime, as fresh as a green fruit just picked from the tree, already twenty years old and still unnoticed, chosen by the system to be paired with the big villain—how pitiful!

Chad Foster frowned slightly, because her praise of Henry Carter had touched his sore spot.

But the cold murderous intent in his eyes was blown away like the wind, gradually turning into a mischievous smile.

He slowly reached out his finger, deliberately touching Olivia’s lips.

Soft. Cool.

Olivia froze as if under a spell, her whole body stiff, only able to feel his cool fingertip tracing from the corner of her lower lip, outlining the shape of her lips, finally stopping at the center, his touch gentle, carrying the subtle intimacy of lovers.

Olivia Sullivan’s hair stood on end, thinking of the gestures before a murder and dismemberment.

“Why is Miss Sullivan trembling?”

He looked up at her innocently, raising his hand to show her the bright red on his fingertip, “Your rouge has smudged outside. Looks like you just ate a child.”

With that, he gave her a smile, like a bright and mischievous youth teasing her.

Olivia Sullivan’s face instantly turned red.

Damn Henry Carter, watching her make a fool of herself for hours and didn’t even bother to remind her?

Having teased her enough, Chad Foster stood up, threw a meaningful glance at the main couple, then turned and left, the tips of his hair bouncing with youthful energy.

After her first encounter with the black lotus, Olivia’s back was already drenched in sweat.

Is the ultimate goal to win him over?

Forget it, just surviving one more day is enough.

Ever since Olivia Sullivan came here, her every move easily attracted the maids’ attention.

Taicang County is a land of fish and rice, producing plump, distinct grains of rice. The young lady of Taicang County is truly well cared for—the crystal-clear polished rice is steamed to perfect softness, sprinkled with sesame seeds and crushed peanuts, filling the mouth with fragrance.

As for the dishes, there’s even less to say. Ethan Sullivan is only sixteen, yet already has her own cook, with every meal featuring four dishes and a soup, and exquisite snacks made in endless variety. The sweet and sour fish uses the freshest perch, tender and delicious; the Longjing shrimp is even more amazing, with the delicate aroma of pre-Qingming Longjing tea perfectly complementing the plump shrimp, never feeling greasy no matter how much you eat.

Olivia had a great appetite, and soon the bowl of rice in front of her was empty, revealing a delicate red plum blossom at the bottom of the fine porcelain.

She pushed the bowl aside, and was surprised to find the two senior maids next to her staring at her in a daze.

Olivia: “Why are you looking at me? Get me more rice!”

Maid A took her round little porcelain bowl, happily whispering to Maid B, “Miss’s appetite is back? Didn’t she used to only eat a couple of bites and still worry?”

But Olivia Sullivan had sharp ears, and her expression changed instantly: “Are you kidding? How could a couple of bites be enough?”

A couple of bites is just about half a ladle from the cafeteria auntie.

Olivia Sullivan finally understood why Ethan Sullivan was so thin—at noon, she couldn’t even eat a couple of bites. If this went on, wouldn’t she become immortal?

When it had nothing to do with the main couple’s romance, the system would play dead in the corner, turning a blind eye and letting her do as she pleased.

This made her quite satisfied. If she had to exhaust herself completing tasks every day and couldn’t even eat her fill, life would be unbearable.

She called over the clever Maid A and affectionately put her arm around her shoulder: “So... when the kitchen steams rice, do they use that...” She searched for the right word, gesturing, “a basin?”

Maid A was stunned for a moment, then gestured as well, “I think there is... a basin.”

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Olivia Sullivan smiled in relief: “Good, next time at mealtime, bring that basin over and put it on the table for me. It’ll be easier for me to get more rice, and it’ll make me feel secure.”

Maid A: “...”

The maids serving the county magistrate’s daughter noticed that their young lady had undergone some subtle changes.

The old Miss was gloomy and self-pitying, ate little, slept poorly, and barely spoke. Her mood was unpredictable, and she was always timid around strangers.