Su Weiyi was heading upstairs to return to her room. As she passed the study door, which wasn’t fully closed, she heard voices coming from inside, causing her to pause.

Her eyelids gradually lowered. She didn’t listen further but quietly walked past and returned to her room.

The words that had just reached her ears were simple: Sheng Yanxiao, the future heir of Shengshi Group, needed to undergo professional training, which he was somewhat reluctant about. Mr. Sheng’s tone was a bit displeased, and the father and son spoke to each other with an underlying tension.

Lying on the bed, Su Weiyi could roughly understand why Sheng Yanxiao was unwilling, probably because of her.

They had been apart for three years, and now they were facing another separation, something Sheng Yanxiao would absolutely detest.

Su Weiyi’s eyes fell slightly as she smiled ever so faintly. This person, foolish or not, had his responsibilities which he should attend to. She would wait for him here. If impossible, she could always accompany him.

After lying on the bed for a while, Su Weiyi heard a commotion outside. It seemed significant, so she quickly got up, opened the room door, and headed downstairs, only to see Sheng Yanxiao standing in the entrance hall amidst some peculiar atmosphere.

Su Weiyi walked over to Miss Tang’s side, intending to ask about the situation, when Miss Tang suddenly nudged her: "This brat had another fight with his dad. Xiao Yi, go with him and have a word with him."

Su Weiyi, caught in a daze, noticed Sheng Yanxiao, who had been about to leave, halted his steps as if waiting for her.

Su Weiyi stepped forward, and the two of them walked through the villa’s main door. In the garden, the remnants of the birthday party were yet to be cleaned up, signifying a stark contrast to the current atmosphere.

After the car drove out for a while, Su Weiyi finally glanced at Sheng Yanxiao: "What happened?"

Sheng Yanxiao’s face had regained calmness, with a slight smile: "Nothing much, just finding an excuse to sneak out for our time alone."

Su Weiyi reached out to poke his arm lightly: "Nonsense."

She had heard it, though not with complete certainty, but it was mostly related to his family wanting him to go to America, which he was unwilling to do.

Sheng Yanxiao didn’t speak further, maintaining his smile, but there was frustration evident in his eyes and brows. Although he hid it well, someone as understanding as Su Weiyi was not oblivious to it.

She hesitated momentarily, then covered his hand with hers: "Then let’s head back to the apartment. I have a gift for you."

Sheng Yanxiao turned to look at her, the dim car lights perfectly concealing Su Weiyi’s flushed cheeks, leaving visible only her bright, mischievous eyes.

The agitation in Sheng Yanxiao’s eyes seemed to fade away under this mischievous gaze, his smile deepening as the speed of the car increased significantly.

Soon, they arrived underneath the apartment building. Su Weiyi took deep breaths repeatedly, trying to calm herself for what was about to happen.

On this beautiful night, she planned to devote herself to him entirely.

Cutting off all escape routes, from this moment on, she could only move forward steadfastly with him.

Returning to the apartment, Su Weiyi took a small pouch from the wardrobe drawer, then entered the bathroom for a shower.

After being soaked in warm water, her skin took on a pink hue. Su Weiyi took out what was inside the pouch: a thin, silk retro nightgown, with a touch reminiscent of ancient Chinese undergarments, ethereal and beautiful with a hint of seductive mystery.

Su Weiyi put it on, gazing at her reflection in the mirror, feeling her cheeks burning like wildfire.