The young lady nowadays not only has a much bigger appetite and sleeps in until late morning, but also loves to talk and laugh. Sometimes, she even bursts out with a braying laugh like a donkey, and when she notices the startled expressions of those around her, she immediately covers her mouth and sits up straight with a serious face.

The young lady explains it this way: after a brush with death, you realize that being ladylike, putting on airs, and all those sentimental little feelings are useless—living well is what truly matters.

Although it’s a bit hard to understand, it actually makes a lot of sense.

In short, after the fox demon incident, Ethan Sullivan suddenly became a young lady who cherished her life immensely and was full of positive energy.

After Olivia Sullivan used her fate-brainwashing technique to convince the surrounding maids, she became even more active, starting to jog around the back garden at dawn.

The sky was still dim, mist shrouded everything, and the low shrubs in the courtyard looked like dark patches, looming in the white fog.

Olivia Sullivan was running, panting for breath, when she ran straight into a dark figure—it turned out to be the half-asleep The Magistrate of Taicang who had come out to relieve himself.

Olivia Sullivan almost screamed. The chubby father before her was clearly grumpy from just waking up, rubbing his chest where he’d been bumped, and roared, “What’s running around so early in the morning?” Then, squinting to see who it was, he was startled, “Oh, my precious?!”

The The Magistrate, who had just been putting on airs and scolding, instantly softened. He patted her shoulder, ruffled her hair, and his voice sounded almost tearful with worry: “Child, are you hurt?”

Olivia Sullivan couldn’t help but laugh and cry as she brushed his hand away, calling out, “Dad.”

Only then did the The Magistrate calm down. Looking at Olivia’s flushed face and her outfit of men’s silk trousers, he asked in surprise, “Child, what are you doing?”

“Dad, I’m jogging.”

“Jogging?” The The Magistrate sounded like he’d swallowed an egg.

“Mm… I’m exercising.”

The The Magistrate thought for a while, then smiled awkwardly and tried to persuade her very carefully: “Precious, you’re not in the best health. Why not sleep a bit more in the morning? When it’s warmer at noon, let the maids run with you, how about that?”

“…No.” Olivia laughed in exasperation, skillfully spouting nonsense to her parent, “Dad, the morning is the best time of the day. I’m absorbing the essence of heaven and earth—it’s good for my health.”

“Oh—” Like all parents easily fooled by their children, the The Magistrate was instantly reassured, his face a mix of relief and pride. “Olivia, keep running, you have to stick with it.”

He glanced at Olivia’s silk trousers and said firmly, “Don’t wear those anymore. Tomorrow, I’ll have someone make you a new pair, with little floral patterns—they’ll look great.”

Olivia pulled a long face: “Thanks, Dad… but maybe skip the floral patterns…”

The The Magistrate grinned so wide his double chin showed, wrinkles crinkling at the corners of his eyes: “Alright, alright, then big flowers, big red flowers, to set off my precious child.”

Olivia: “…”

Henry Carter was busy taking care of the injured Yvonne Foster, the main couple was hiding in their room whispering sweet nothings, and Chad Foster was out gathering herbs. For a while, all three of them disappeared from sight.

With no tasks these past two days, Olivia Sullivan was happy and carefree. She got up early to jog and went to bed early, living more regularly than any previous year.

One day, in the faint morning light, Olivia Sullivan ran into the early-returning Chad Foster.

The morning mist clung to the tips of his shiny black hair, turning into a hazy dampness. The ends of the young man’s hair swayed as he walked, a bamboo basket slung lightly on his back. He came around to stand in front of her with a bright smile: “Miss Sullivan?”

“Eh?” Olivia Sullivan stopped, panting, and when she saw who it was, she took a deep breath of cold air.

His eyes, in the mist, looked moist and clear, like glass washed in pure water, reflecting the faint light. Standing there, he was like a ray of dawn breaking through the night.

“Miss Sullivan, this is…” His half-smiling gaze slid from her face down to her new silk trousers, painted with big red flowers.

“Oh, jogging.” She answered without changing her expression, nervously reciting the explanation she’d given countless times, “The morning is the best time of the day. I’m absorbing the essence of heaven and earth…”

“Pfft.”

Olivia was instantly tongue-tied.

The black lotus smiled, the black lotus actually smiled!

She was at a loss, her mind filled with just this one line of bullet comments scrolling by.

Chad Foster lifted his eyes, curved in a smile, and looked seriously at her flushed face: “Miss Sullivan, you’re not a lingzhi mushroom—can you really absorb the essence of heaven and earth?”

When Chad Foster smiled, it was like a demonic flower blooming—his eyes, lips, and cheeks all radiated beauty, a kind of genuine joy and positive charm.

Olivia Sullivan explained awkwardly, “It’s got to be good for something. At least next time I run into a monster, I’ll be able to run faster.”

At the mention of “monster,” Chad Foster’s eyes instantly turned a bit colder, but his face was still full of smiles: “Speaking of monsters, that reminds me of something. When my sister was in danger, Henry Carter contacted me with a communication talisman…”

He looked at Olivia Sullivan’s face and smiled: “How did that communication talisman end up in Miss Sullivan’s hands?”

Olivia Sullivan’s heart skipped a beat.

She knew the black lotus wouldn’t just chat with her for no reason—he definitely had something up his sleeve.

“What’s so strange about that? I was the one who told him to contact you.”