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At seven o'clock sharp in the morning, I placed the golden-brown, crispy toast on the table, adjusting the angle of the coffee cup as I did so. —Perfect, just in time so that Mr. Jiang would see the heart on the latte art the moment he sat down. "Tsk, I'm quite the professional stand-in." I admired my coffee, casually picking out the kiwi seeds that Mr. Jiang dislikes the most. The bedroom door opened, and Jiang Linyue walked out in her high heels. "Shen Yan." She hesitated for a moment, "He's coming back." I paused, my silver fork still in my hand, and looked up with a professional smile: "Congratulations, Mr. Jiang, your white moonlight is finally back."