Wei Zhaoye hummed in response, and then fell silent.

Bi Xie's eyes darted around, her gaze fixed on the red spots appearing on the man's fair skin. She ate her meal absentmindedly, and then absentmindedly cleaned up the dishes. Just as she reached the kitchen door, the man grabbed her arm. "Xiao Xie, let me wash them."

“It’s greasy, let me do it,” Bi Xie said, looking at the man’s furrowed brows and chuckling softly.

Wei Zhaoye stubbornly snatched the bowl and chopsticks, paused for a moment and said, "Xiao Xie doesn't need to cook anymore, I can afford to support Xiao Xie."

Bi Xie was taken aback, then smiled slightly and hugged him from behind, saying slowly, "Ye, let's get married after I graduate from university."

The man trembled and turned to look at her. "Really, Xiao Xie? If we get married, can we be together forever?"

"real."

"Ding! The villain's happiness level has reached 90 points. Host, you're awesome!"

Overjoyed at the sudden surge in happiness points, Bi Xie's voice boomed, "Little System, what happened to you last time? Why did you suddenly disconnect?"

Hosting System: "I don't know either. The signal suddenly disappeared. What did the host ask me last time? I think I've forgotten."

Bi Xie: "...Never mind, I suddenly don't want to ask anymore."

Hosting System: "Alright, goodbye, host."

Bi Xie: "Wait, why did the Ghost Cultivator create you to relay a message instead of communicating with me in person?"

The hosting system said, "The Ghost Cultivator is very busy, and he doesn't like talking to humans. Does the host think I'm not cute enough? Why don't I communicate with the host instead of offending the Ghost Cultivator!"

As Bi Xie listened to the increasingly shrill and piercing voice of the hosting system, he rubbed his Qingming acupoint: "You should go diving."

"Okay, goodbye, host!"

With the sizzling sound finally gone, Bi Xie breathed a sigh of relief. As expected of something created by the Ghost Cultivator's Disease-Slaying Wine, he held it in unparalleled reverence. It seemed that he should ask less questions and focus on completing the mission as soon as possible.

"Xiao Xie, what are you thinking about? Why did you suddenly stop talking?" Wei Zhaoye's soft voice suddenly entered my ears, and his eyes, which were like black holes, showed a trace of anxiety.

Bi Xie was startled, almost forgetting that Wei Zhaoye was still beside him.

With a forced laugh to cover his distraction, Bi Xie said, "Ye, you should go back first. You've been away from the company these past few days, there must be a lot of things that need your attention."

"Xiao Xie, come to the company with me."

Bi Xie's eyes widened, and he said a beat late, "What would I do at your company? You should go downstairs now, Uncle Deng must be getting impatient."

After saying that, Bi Xie kissed the man on the corner of his mouth.

Wei Zhaoye's eyes churned deeply for a moment before he obediently let Bi Xie lead him out the door. He teased the girl a bit more at the door before reluctantly going downstairs.

Once out of the girl's sight, the tenderness in Wei Zhaoye's eyes quickly vanished.

Uncle Deng, who was waiting under the streetlight, saw the young master with a somber expression, and the strange feeling in his heart lessened a bit. This was the chairman of the Wei Group, the decisive and ruthless young master in the business world.

The man holding the girl, with eyes like pools of spring water, didn't seem like their young master at all!

“Young Master, Secretary Chen has postponed your schedule for the next few days, but some projects require your personal signature before they can be implemented. What do you think?” Uncle Deng bowed and opened the car door.