The spacious master bedroom, with every beam and wall, showcased decor of a noble caliber.

The crystal chandelier on the ceiling lit up the room as brightly as day, dazzling and luxurious.

Si Yuheng took a shower, draped in a bathrobe, while drying his hair, he emerged from the bathroom and his gaze stopped on the woman in the bedroom.

Vivi was holding a tray, seemingly waiting for some time.

"Hall Master," Vivi greeted with a smile.

"It’s so late, still not asleep?" Si Yuheng vigorously rubbed his hair dry, tossed the towel aside, and sat on the sofa, crossing his long legs like regal nobility.

"This is a treasured gin that I won an auction for during my recent travels in the United Kingdom, said to be the Queen’s favorite flavor, isn’t it your favorite? You’ve just returned today, and there have been too many things going on, I haven’t had the chance to give it to you, so I’m bringing it to you now to try."

Saying this, Vivi poured a glass and approached him, bending over to hand it to him with both hands.

She had deliberately changed into a low-cut V-neck long dress, and with a bend, her ample bosom was fully revealed.

He glanced at the beautiful golden liquid in the glass and said, "It’s too late, gin is too strong and easy to keep you awake. Just leave it."

Vivi pursed her lips, her gaze resting on his robust form clad only in a bathrobe, her palms feeling warm, just shy of uttering, ’If you can’t sleep, I can accompany you to do something else.’

But, that wouldn’t do.

She always presented herself as a lady in front of him.

The subordinates of Beiming Hall were so foolish, always eager to thrust their daughters at Si Yuheng, not realizing that what men despise most are women who offer themselves.

The easier a woman is to obtain, the less she will be cherished.

She deeply understood this, which is why all these years, she always employed a strategy of feigning retreat, exhibiting an untouchable demeanor, never like other women, proactively climbing into his bed.

Because her goal wasn’t to be his mistress, but to be his wife.

Ever since Xueli died, besides herself, she couldn’t think of anyone more suitable to be his wife than her.

It was precisely because of her ladylike demeanor and the addition of her father being Ryan, that Si Yuheng treated her with much more respect than other women.

Vivi placed the glass aside, smiling gently and gracefully: "Mm, then drink it tomorrow."

The atmosphere immediately grew quiet.

She awaited his words, but after a long time, there was none until Si Yuheng raised his eyes, looking at her curiously: "Is there something else?"

Something else?

Vivi’s face slightly twitched. Previously, when she came to his room, he never said anything like this, always taking the initiative to start a topic, at least never refusing to chat with her.

Especially in times when he had been abroad for long, he’d often bring foreign souvenirs for her as gifts or share some foreign experiences with her.

But today, he was apparently showing some impatience.

Vivi secretly clenched her fists, steadied her emotions, and revealed a serene smile like a blossom: "Well... nothing really, just that we haven’t met for a while, wanted to chat..."

"If there’s nothing, then go back to your room and sleep. I’m tired."

Another blow came crashing down. Vivi could hardly believe her ears, her fragile heart creaked with a feeling of cracking.

Was he—was he driving her away?

For a long time, she stifled the turmoil in her heart and softly said, "Yes, I didn’t consider that you just got back today, must be tired... Then I’ll go back first."

He said nothing, lightly tapping his fingers, seeming somewhat pleased with Vivi’s discretion.

Once Vivi’s light footsteps faded away, Si Yuheng changed clothes and left the bedroom.

Going downstairs, along the corridor, he walked to the eastern end and pushed open a door.

Beth heard the noise, hurrying up, surprised to see the tall figure stepping inside: "Hall Master..."

He hushed her, gesturing for Beth to leave, and walked inside quietly.

By the crib next to the bay window, Little Meatball was already asleep, his small, soft mouth slightly open, like a little goldfish blowing bubbles.

A delicate figure was dressed in a gauze nightdress prepared in advance by the servants, leaning against the bay window, her knees curled, half-kneeling on the scarlet Italian carpet, her hand resting on the crib’s railing, probably just having patted the baby to sleep.

The bay window was half open, and the night breeze drifted in, setting the sleeves of her nightdress afloat like a dance, charming and lively, causing his back to warm slightly at the sight.

He suddenly felt that sending off Vivi who came near late night, and coming here was a good decision.

The entire room was enveloped in a warm, serene tranquility.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Liang Anya looked up and saw him, surprised, she stood up, reflexively tidying her dress, fearing something might be exposed for him to see.

"Your performance at the banquet just now was impressive," Si Yuheng, in a good mood, didn’t mind her avoidance.

She was startled, recalling what had just happened, still somewhat annoyed, "Please also inform your subordinates not to think that Xiaoxiao and I are easy targets."

He raised his thin lips, approached, slightly bending, his long-sleeved fingers softly brushing against Little Meatball’s round cheek, "I’ve already announced Miyasha’s identity, starting today, no one will dare to bully you, at least, on the surface, no one will dare."

She breathed a sigh of relief, yet she frowned.

Oh yes... just now at the banquet, Si Yuheng gave Xiaoxiao a formal name, an A Country name, a long string she didn’t quite catch, or care to.

Only now did she react.

Miyasha... seemed to be Xiaoxiao’s A Country name.

No, actually, Miyasha was just a short name, that string was too long for her to remember.

Europeans’ names have the first name, sometimes followed by the father’s or even the grandfather’s name... it was so confusing.

"Miyasha?" she raised her delicate eyebrows.

"Don’t like it?"

She pursed her lips, "Xiaoxiao sounds better."

"Xiaoxiao is at most a nickname, using what you Chinese would say, it doesn’t belong to high society," the man chuckled softly.

To be told that the name she chose didn’t belong to high society, she mumbled, "You’re the one not belonging to high society, your whole family doesn’t belong to high society..."

"Mumbling what?"

She acted as if nothing happened, walking to the bedside, "Nothing. It’s late, I want to sleep."

Si Yuheng placed his hands in his pockets, his brow arching slightly.

Is she driving him away?

It seemed to him he was possessed.

Ignoring the gentle woman who brought him fine wine in the middle of the night, he ended up here seeking her cold shoulder.

The haughty and dashing figure, stood vexed on the spot.

She wanted to take off her nightgown and sleep, seeing him still in the room, it was inconvenient, she could only repeat, "It’s late, aren’t you tired?"

The man still didn’t move, only his eagle-like eyes fixed intently on her.