Yu Jiuyuan looked at the wall clock and softly suggested, "It's almost lunchtime. How about I take Niannian to the cafeteria to try Saint Sakura's signature dessert? Their lava chocolate cake uses Valrhona dark chocolate, and it tastes very authentic."

Tang Nianzhi's eyes lit up and she immediately nodded, "Great! I can't even find this authentic stuff in England!"

As the three walked toward the cafeteria, Yu Jiuyuan casually mentioned, "Speaking of which, have Niannian and Vice President Rong known each other since they were little? You two seem to have a really good relationship."

Tang Nianzhi immediately took Rong Shenghan's arm tightly, smiling sweetly: "Yes, our two families are old friends. I even stayed at Shenghan's house when I was little. He's so good to me. Last time I was sick in England, he specially flew over to take care of me..."

Yu Jiuyuan listened quietly, her gaze fixed on Rong Shenghan's consistently gentle profile.

He didn't refute or offer any further explanation. He simply touched the button on his coat with his fingertips when Tang Nianzhi said she would "fly over to take care of her."

The pinky ring emitted a faint blue light, and the system panel lit up again:

Rong Shenghan: Favorability 64, Emotional fluctuations (Negative 0/Neutral 7/Positive 90)

The positive sentiment value decreased by 2, while the neutral value increased by 2.

Yu Jiuyuan's smile grew even gentler.

This unexpected "childhood sweetheart" drama actually made her see many things more clearly.

Rong Shenghan, who appears calm and composed, actually has ripples of emotion within him.

Yuan Xu, who seems to be immersed in scientific research, may feel jealous of unfamiliar intruders.

The aloof Xie Zhecheng will draw boundaries in his own way.

The arrogant Lin Yanran is most susceptible to being provoked.

A thin layer of frost clung to the glass windows of the cafeteria, reflecting the snowflakes drifting outside.

Yu Jiuyuan watched Tang Nianzhi and Rong Shenghan sitting opposite her, chatting and laughing, her mind filled with a complex game of chess.

Each piece moves as she intends, occasionally veering off course, but she always manages to gently guide it back onto the right path.

She scooped up a spoonful of molten chocolate cake; the warm syrup melted on her tongue, perfectly sweet. The game seemed to have become even more interesting with the unexpected arrival of this guest.

And she was happy to see it happen.