Bi Xie, with great backbone, hummed twice more, but finally couldn't bear the hunger and obediently ate the spoonful of food. Then he opened his mouth and waited to be fed again.

Wei Zhaoye chuckled softly and fed her spoonful by spoonful until the bowl of rice was empty. Then he asked, "Are you full?"

Bi Xie usually eats only one bowl of rice per meal, but perhaps because she was too tired from exercising in the morning, or because she skipped breakfast and ate lunch directly, she wasn't very full.

So he shook his head: "Is there any soup? I'd like some soup."

Wei Zhaoye patted her head: "Yes, I'll go get some."

"Wait a minute," Bi Xie suddenly remembered something and asked, blushing, "Has Song Ma left?"

Looking at the girl's shy, flushed face, Wei Zhaoye grinned and said, "Let's go. Next time, I'll tell her not to knock on the door in the morning."

Bi Xie: "...Shameless old man!"

"Oh, by the way, there's a white peach-centered strawberry cake in the fridge. I made it yesterday, did you see it?"

"Xiao Xie, you're so good to me." Wei Zhaoye suddenly said, his voice so gentle it was almost sickening.

Bi Xie suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

It was just an imperfect, not-so-delicate cake, yet it made him smile with childlike satisfaction.

Wei Zhaoye grew up in the shadow of his mother jumping off a building with him in her arms. He did not have a healthy childhood. Happiness, which is readily available to ordinary people, was a distant and unattainable existence for him.

He kept everyone outside the barriers he created, yet he silently endured loneliness and sorrow all by himself.

Now, he has built a bridge in his own heart, allowing Bi Xie to enter alone.

"Night, I will always be good to you, just like you are to me." Bi Xie's eyes crinkled as he finished speaking, and then he waved his hand, "Go and get the soup, I want some."

The man's eyes were overflowing with doting and indulgence. He moved his lips, but found that no words could express his feelings. He walked over, squatted down, and like a servant, lifted Bi Xie's hand and placed a kiss on her hand and on her lips.

"Xiao Xie, you are the only girl in my heart, and I will cherish you for a lifetime."

Bi Xie thought to himself, "Oh my, why are you suddenly being so sentimental?"

In the afternoon, Wei Zhaoye met with the project manager of Jingrui Group at the Wei's Building.

"Chairman Wei, hello. I am Feng Lan, the person in charge of the real estate project of Jingrui Group. Seeing is believing, and you are even more handsome than the rumors say." The woman was not wearing heavy makeup. Her orange-red suit was open, and her tight-fitting trousers showed off her graceful and elegant figure. She was pretty and well-mannered.

Wei Zhaoye did not shake hands with the other party, but placed the cake on the table and asked bluntly, "Have you prepared the contract?"

Feng Lan withdrew her hand without changing her expression and said with a light smile, "Chairman Wei, this is a real estate project worth hundreds of millions. How can we dare to draft a contract before we have reached an agreement? Of course, this is not because I do not trust Chairman Wei, but because I want to have a practical talk with him."

Wei Zhaoye didn't say anything, but instead dialed a number.

Feng Lan's expression changed slightly. She glanced at the cake on the table, smiled, and walked over, saying, "Rumor has it that Chairman Wei is cold and aloof, and not easy to approach. But it seems that's not entirely true. Chairman Wei is quite the gentleman. He actually brought me a cake. Thank you, I really like it."

Wei Zhaoye, who had remained expressionless until now, suddenly stood up, his eyes shooting out like two sharp swords: "Don't touch it!"