Anya clutched the corner of her clothes: "No, I mean, did you eat the birthday cake I gave you that day?"

His eyes quieted down: "No."

That day, after she delivered the cake, the two of them had a huge fight.

He immediately kicked her out, and he was so angry he had no mood to eat the cake.

The servant put the cake in the fridge in his room.

Many days later, he inadvertently opened the fridge and saw that the cake had spoiled.

"Otherwise, I’ll make you a new one, okay?" she said cautiously.

He looked at her suspiciously: "Why suddenly make me a new cake?"

She bit her lip, perhaps she heard Xiaoyi talk about him.

All these years, he had never received a birthday gift. Even if the birthday party was grand and splendid, birthday gifts remained a taboo.

And she was the first person allowed to break that taboo.

She thought he was just being spoiled, ordering her around, so she didn’t put much effort into it, and he didn’t eat it.

The first birthday gift he received in so many years was wasted just like that.

Seeing his piercing gaze looking over, she blurted out: "We in China have a tradition where the birthday person must eat the prepared birthday cake on the day to ensure smooth sailing for the entire year. If they didn’t eat it, the cake maker must remake it and eat it after."

"What kind of tradition is that? I’ve never heard of it," he raised his eyebrow.

Of course, he hadn’t, she made it up on the spot! Otherwise, what would she say, that she actually felt a bit sympathetic for him?

She nodded, "Yeah, China has lots of traditions. You’re of Chinese descent, but not from China, so there’s a lot you don’t know."

He looked her up and down and frowned, "You wouldn’t be trying to poison me, would you?"

She pouted, this man’s suspicion was really big.

Poison? She would love that! But she’d have to buy poison first! He thought it was so easy to buy colorless, tasteless poison that’s hard to detect!

But it’s understandable. She actually took the initiative to propose making him a new cake, how could he not be suspicious?

"You can test it with a silver needle if you want," she mocked.

Luckily, he didn’t suspect anything more: "Then go ahead and make it."

After being given permission, she dragged Beth to the kitchen.

Yeast, knead, add water, bake, garnish with cream...

After a series of procedures, the sky was already dark.

Beth looked at Anya, whose face was covered in white powder, like a little flower pig, and patted her chest, feeling a sense of relief: "Seeing Miss Liang caring so much for the Hall Master puts me at ease."

Her hand froze in mid-action.

Care? How could that be.

She was just feeling pity, not fully recovered from his family background, thinking that this narcissistic, arrogant, and violent man was actually quite pitiful, so she proposed to remake the cake.

Plus, it was an opportunity to win his favor even more.

After all, she would be leaving the day after tomorrow.

...

Anya spread the last layer of cream evenly on the cake, took off her gloves, and sighed in relief.

"Miss Liang, this cake is even more beautiful than the last one. You’re so skilled, you could open a dessert shop instead of designing buildings. It’d definitely be booming business!" Beth praised, knowing she studied design.

At that moment, the door opened, and the housekeeper walked in, glancing at the freshly baked cake on the marble table: "Miss Liang, is it done?"

Anya said, "Yes, it’s done. You can send it to the Hall Master now."

The housekeeper clapped her hands, and a male servant came in with a silver trolley, placed the cake on it, and pushed it out.

The housekeeper watched as the cake was sent away, then looked at Anya and said calmly: "The Hall Master wants me to ask Miss Liang, is it the terrace, pool, or dining room tonight?"

Huh? What do you mean? Anya was stunned.

The housekeeper thought she didn’t hear clearly and repeated: "Terrace, pool, dining room, the Hall Master wants you to pick one."

Her palms broke out in a sweat. Even if she was slow-witted, she knew what it meant.

Was he letting her choose the location for that certain activity?

She felt naive. She actually sympathized with him just a moment ago!

This man wasn’t worth any sympathy!

So twisted—!

Terrace, pool, dining room? What kind of places are these! He really wants to do it in such places?

She blushed scarlet and bit her lip until it turned white: "... Can’t it be the bedroom?"

The housekeeper frowned slightly: "Bedroom? The Hall Master says it’s too small, not free enough, can’t stretch his arms and legs."

Not free enough?! How bold does he intend to be! Does he want to reach the sky and brush shoulders with the moon?

Can’t stretch his arms and legs? How many tricks does he plan to play tonight?

Anya felt a bit suffocated.

"Miss Liang, please make a decision quickly. I still need to get things ready," the housekeeper urged.

She gritted her teeth: "Then the terrace."

The pool was on the first floor, it felt like someone could appear at any time, no sense of security.

The dining room... she feared doing it there would cast a strong shadow on eating from now on.

The terrace was slightly better, at least on the top floor, quiet and secluded.

The housekeeper nodded: "Alright, then please return to your room to bathe and change clothes. I’ll invite you over shortly."

Anya couldn’t quite remember how she returned to her room, blankly going back, taking a shower, and changing into a dress in the cloakroom before the housekeeper arrived.

She followed the housekeeper up the stairs to the terrace on the top floor.

Upon stepping outside onto the terrace, a night breeze blew, her heart pounding loudly, then she closed her eyes.

Alright, bear with it, no matter how intense, no matter how twisted, what harm could come of it, after all, she’s leaving soon, it might just be the last time!

When she opened her eyes again, she was stunned.

In the center of the terrace was a long dining table.

On the table were roses, red wine, grilled steak, and the birthday cake she had just made an hour ago.

Under the velvet blue night sky, Si Yuheng was sitting on one side of the table, with a tall and slender figure, his brows carried a faint mischievous edge, undeniably handsome enough to make a woman not dare to stare directly, unable to feel at ease.

"This is..." she was startled.

"Dinner," Si Yuheng said casually.

"Just now, you asked me to choose the terrace, dining room, poolside..."

She was in a daze, realizing it was just for choosing the place to have dinner together?

Seeing her mumble to herself, Si Yuheng was becoming impatient, "What are you standing there for? Come over."

She walked over with a flushed face and sat opposite him.

Si Yuheng picked up a bottle opener, pulled out the cork with a "pop," filled both their glasses.

"French old world Lafite, AOC grade. Currently, there are less than five bottles on the entire European continent." He raised his glass, swirling it a bit to let the wine breathe, looking like a veteran connoisseur.

Showing off wealth? She played along with his intention, taking a small sip.

"This morning’s air freight from Kobe, grade 5A beef. Today’s market price in Tokyo, 500 grams starts at forty thousand yen." He glanced at her steak on the plate again.