Her hand paused while cutting the steak, feeling as though she wasn’t slicing beef but money.

Fine, he won, this dinner alone could eat up a white-collar worker’s salary of several years.

Since he wasn’t summoning her to "serve him," she just wanted to finish eating quickly and go back to her room.

He watched her silently cutting the steak on her plate, occasionally sipping some red wine, a slight frown on his brow, but still introduced, "This is purebred Bulgarian roses..."

She interrupted, "I know, the world’s most expensive rose variety, right? If you add the airfreight charges, I guess this bouquet would cost an office worker’s half-year salary!"

This man, though he has many detestable flaws, has never been one to flaunt his wealth. What’s up with him today, forgot to take his medicine?

He continued cutting his steak, without looking up, "Good that you know. Saves me from wasting words. From now on, you’ll live this kind of life every day. Next month, I’ll send a lawyer to China to collect your divorce certificate from Jiang Xiaobai on your behalf."

She was stunned.

So the reason for his lengthy "showing off wealth" spiel tonight was to assure her that he’d treat her with the world’s best from now on?

Isn’t this way of expressing love too indirect and arrogant?

This man, he’s not even as good at romance as a primary schooler!

"Moved? There’s no need. As long as you behave, there’ll be even better." He saw her in a daze, raised his wine glass, and took a sip.

She restrained the impulse to stab his handsome face with a fork, moved? Not at all! Could he be more self-absorbed?

Even if she’s moved, it’s because of his low emotional intelligence, okay!

She then realized that although he had many women, he really didn’t have a clue about relationships.

Every time he interacted with those mistresses, surely he never said any sweet words?

She said nothing, continuing to cut the steak.

Endure it, keep enduring.

There’s only one day left, don’t argue with him and offend him.

He saw that she didn’t object, but also didn’t speak, a flicker in his eyes, not exactly delighted.

The two continued their quiet dinner under the terrace’s night sky.

No words were exchanged for a long time.

Until both of them were nearly full, simultaneously putting down their knife and fork, Liang Anya looked at the cake, "Should I cut it for you now?"

He stared at her, silent for a long time.

She grew uneasy under his gaze, feeling guilty, "What is it?"

"You’re giving me the cake again, not because it’s tradition, but because you know about my situation, don’t you."

She froze, feigned ignorance, "Wha, what..."

"About my parents."

She could only admit, "Mm..."

"Feel I’m pitiful? Sympathetic towards me? That’s why you proactively remade the cake for me?"

She remained silent.

His eyes darkened, snapping the knife and fork onto the table cloth, "Who allowed you to pity me?! Do I need your pity?"

This man... already starting another tantrum.

She was used to it, silently eating her steak, his temper was like a tornado, it comes and goes quickly.

He raised the wine glass and drank a few more mouthfuls, filled it again, continued drinking.

Being pitied by this woman! He couldn’t accept it!

She watched as he gulped down nearly the whole bottle of Lafite, initially unconcerned, but gradually grew uneasy, unable to sit still.

If he drinks himself to death, fine, but what if he gets drunk and causes trouble for her?

She walked around the table, took the wine bottle, and held it behind her waist, "Red wine isn’t meant to be drunk like that."

Preparing to return to her seat with the bottle, her wrist was pulled by him!

She suddenly found herself sitting on his lap, her grip loosening, and the wine bottle crashed onto the terrace’s marble floor, shattering.

The scent of wine rose, meeting his eyes which were dyed crimson.

He tightly twisted her wrist, pulling it within inches of his face, his voice low and fierce, "You all pity me now, look down on me, always trying to bring me down, do you really think I don’t know... In a few years, I’ll make all of you pity yourselves!"

Liang Anya’s eyes widened.

Clearly, he was a bit drunk.

Were these the sentiments of his heart when his parents just passed away?

A boy not yet of age, on the eve of his birthday, falling from heaven to hell, struck by the loss of both parents.

No one around really cared about him genuinely or even attempted to comfort him, telling him not to cry, only wanting a bigger share of the Hall’s affairs, he put on a brave face to deal with the crowd, even without time to heal his wounds, taking on the substantial legacy from his parents.

Suddenly, she could understand his violent temper and cold-blooded nature.

He had no time to grow slowly, forced to mature overnight.

She had once feared and was angry at his ruthless methods, completely unrestrained by laws, enforcing personal penalties on subordinates, and even discarded his fiancée or the beloved dog he raised...

But under such circumstances, occasionally being a bit twisted seemed... normal.

She hadn’t thought she’d end up making excuses for his bad habits...

His hair floated in the night breeze, crystal-like light glimmered in his crimson eyes.

At this moment, he wasn’t the arrogant, domineering, self-important, and violent Hall Master of Beiming Hall.

But rather that boy from years ago whose parents had suddenly passed away, faced despair, and decided to fight against a hostile environment.

She remained silent for a while, then tried to calm his emotions, her gentle voice echoed under the night’s sky:

"Si Yuheng, how about we eat the birthday cake? The bad things are all gone."

Because he held her tight, she couldn’t move, had to lean over to bring the cake closer, painstakingly cutting it into crooked pieces, then forked a small piece to his lips, "Eat."

This was the first birthday gift he received since he turned eighteen.

He opened his mouth and let her feed him.

"How does it taste?"

With a frown, even though tipsy, his arrogance remained, lazily licking the cream off his handsome lips, "Just average."

She softly said, "Your parents prepared birthday gifts hoping for your happiness. Why reject birthday gifts from others? Receiving gifts is one of the happiest things for humans, you see different intentions from different people. In the future on your birthdays, don’t refuse gifts, okay."

He remained silent.

His parents’ lives ended shortly after they prepared birthday gifts for him.

So the teenage him stubbornly believed that by never accepting birthday gifts again, time could be frozen in that year.

Seemingly able to touch the little bit of aura his parents left on earth.

Then it became a habit.

Until for some unknown reason, that day he actually let her prepare a birthday gift.

Subconsciously, maybe he wanted to break free from his old lifestyle, wanted to reach out to experience another life.

"I don’t want anyone else." He thought for a moment, childishly domineering, "You prepare them for me. From now on, every year, you get my birthday gifts."

Other’s intentions, he disdained.