Such an awesome company, it’s almost like a seven-star hotel. What food don’t they have? Why did she even bother bringing a cake!

If she’d known, she would’ve worn something nicer before leaving. She looked again at the casually-picked T-shirt and jeans she was wearing, feeling a bit regretful.

Si Yuheng kept typing, uninterrupted, and his voice floated over: "Did Sharon give you a tour yet?"

She was taken aback, suddenly realizing that he invited her here just to give her a tour... of Beiming Hall’s company. After a long pause: "Yeah."

He still didn’t stop looking at the computer screen: "Is there anything different from what you imagined?"

She had to admit: "It’s... impressive."

His fingers came to a temporary halt with a bang: "Just impressive?"

Impressive wasn’t enough of a compliment? She widened her eyes: "Also very—sophisticated, very modern—"

He started typing again, the keystrokes sounding a bit annoyed: "Normal?"

She froze, recalling the words she said that day were remembered by him, even becoming a knot in his heart.

She had said he wasn’t a normal person, doesn’t have a normal family and job, so he was showing her NH.

He didn’t care to hear her praise about how impressive and badass NH was, he just wanted her to see that his job was normal, respectable, definitely worthy of showing off and not some imagined mafia where fighting is rampant and one hides like a rat? He wanted her to understand that life with him wouldn’t be unpredictable, but filled with prospects and hope? 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Seeing her silent, he received his answer, a satisfied expression appeared on his face. He didn’t ask further, continuing to type on the keyboard.

Liang Anya didn’t dare disturb his work, holding the food box, she continued standing.

Until he finally typed out one last keystroke, seemingly having completed some work, did he relax his long legs, looked at her, and with a tone that was indifferent yet very firm, said:

"I’ve said, Beiming Hall is no longer my parents’ Beiming Hall. Since I’ve already cleaned it up, I won’t go back to that. The risky blood-thirsty business my parents did, I won’t do, nor will my descendants."

She was silent.

Yes.

He’s proven that he’s not some lowly mafia thug.

However—

He can clean up Beiming Hall’s operations, purge the dark past, create a whole new dazzling business empire, and offer her a stable, safe life.

But what about those mistresses, all daughters of families with complex ties to Beiming Hall, he can’t possibly cast them aside.

And those elders who detest her, there’s absolutely no way they’d accept him marrying her. These people have coexisted with Beiming Hall for generations, even helped him out, he can’t possibly eradicate them all for her.

Marriage?

She chuckled inexplicably, even he hadn’t brought up that term.

She didn’t say much.

He saw her quiet and docile demeanor, assuming she had come to terms with it, glancing at the food box in her hand: "What’s that?"

"Nothing..." She tucked the food box behind her.

"Bring it over."

She had to walk over, placing the food box on his spotless desk, and opened the lid.

Seeing the little pastries inside, his face brightened: "Take them out."

She hurriedly said: "Hungry? I can ask your female secretary to prepare lunch for you, but forget about these..."

Seeing the leftover cakes from the morning, she felt a bit embarrassed.

Ignoring her chatter, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her onto his lap: "Feed me."

She suddenly landed squarely on his leg, without warning, but she was used to it by now, just picking up a fork to spear a piece of golden roasted cake into his mouth.

Soft and delicious, sweet but not overly so, still so much to his taste.

Just like her, unintentionally, seemed to have captured his stomach, leaving him unable to eat other pastries.

"Want some?" he suddenly paused.

It was just noon, she hadn’t had time for breakfast before leaving, and had been walking through the company for a long time, actually getting a bit hungry, but quickly glanced and saw there’s only one fork.

"No. Since there’s only one fork, I’ll eat when I get back." She didn’t want to eat his leftovers.

Just as she finished speaking, her lips were covered by his.

She froze, feeling him come in, the scent of floral cake rushed into her mouth, entwining her tongue, as if savoring the snack together with her.

This man—quick to steal a kiss at any disagreement!

After a few minutes, his tongue lightly licked her lips: "Full now?"

"Full..."

Only then did he release her, a smug provocative smile on his lips, seeing if she’d dare disdain his used cutlery anymore.

Then, he continued to devour the remaining cakes rapidly.

She stared blankly, is it really that delicious?

After finishing, he didn’t let her get up, continuing to type at the computer screen.

She poked his shoulder with her finger: "Si Yuheng, let me get down so I don’t disturb your work."

"No need. There’s only a bit left." He frowned his chiseled eyebrows.

Curious, she watched the LCD screen, wanting to see what he was doing.

On the screen was a game-like interface, with many 3D female characters, very beautiful, mostly Western Caucasians, along with some athletic African girls and Native American girls with tanned skin. Next to them were their names, presumably the game characters’ names.

Each character only wore white underwear, with various beautiful clothes in the small box beside them: tops, pants, skirts available.

Like a virtual game for dressing up characters?

He could make games too?

However, the game clearly wasn’t complete yet.

Si Yuheng was modifying a female character, repeatedly adjusting, seemingly dissatisfied.

The girl had curly black hair, honey-colored skin, big eyes, a tiny nose, lips as full as rose petals, slender limbs...

Among all these characters, the only one that is—an Asian.

Beside the girl, the character’s name boldly displayed as "YA-YA", with the note in Chinese: Little Yaya.

Liang Anya looked and felt increasingly strange, isn’t this doll, herself?

"Damn, Little Yaya? What the heck!—"

He proudly said: "The game is called Cinderella’s Midnight, a dress-up game, where changing clothes within the set time to satisfy the prince increases value, upgrades, otherwise, it will downgrade or die. Currently, it’s in the final stages before release."

"That’s no reason to use me as a game character!" She kicked his shin.

Even calling it Little Yaya, goosebumps fell everywhere.

Too... too cheesy!

"Don’t worry, Little Yaya isn’t open to public game users, she’s just mine. It means Little Yaya is my exclusive character. Only I can—play."

She froze!

...Why does it feel like she’s been fantasy-tinkered with?