But today, Bi Xie felt that he was acting a little strange.

Sure enough, Bi Xie saw him raise his hand to look at the exquisite watch, a struggle appearing on his handsome face. He frowned, his thin lips gradually pursed, and he turned to look at Bi Xie, but his anxious expression gradually calmed down.

He asked, "You don't want to see me?"

The question was asked so casually, yet it sent a chill down Bi Xie's spine.

With a strong will to survive, she quickly shook her head: "How could that be? I really like Mr. Wei. I'm very happy to see him every day, but Mr. Wei has his own work to do, and I don't want to interfere with his work."

The man's dark and deep gaze was like two bottomless whirlpools, staring at Bi Xie as if she were his prey, slowly dragging her into them.

Bi Xie felt a tightness all over her body. In fact, compared to ordinary girls, she was already very brave, but when facing the main villains of each world, she would still instinctively feel fear.

If Zang could hang cat corpse specimens all over the wall, and could place countless heads in a black jar for her to observe without blinking, what kind of heinous things would the villains of this world do once they turned evil?

"The task is arduous and the road ahead is long!" Bi Xie sighed inwardly.

Suddenly, she noticed the cake gift box on the table.

Her bright, dark eyes darted around, and she picked up a cake gift box and handed it to Wei Zhaoye: "Mr. Wei, I made a cake. I prepared one for Jiang, and I also prepared one for you. Would you like to try some?"

The girl's eyes sparkled, and when she looked at him alone, her clear eyes held only his image.

Wei Zhaoye felt a little better, but when he saw another gift box on the table, he felt inexplicably annoyed. Was giving him a gift just a side effect?

He pursed his lips and remained silent.

Bi Xie assumed that he didn't like the flavor of the cake she was carrying, so she quickly turned around and picked up the other cake as well. "Mr. Wei, this is a white peach soft-heart strawberry cake, and this is a marble cheesecake. Which flavor would you like?"

Song Ma came out and was surprised to see that Wei Zhaoye was still at home at this hour. Hearing Bi Xie's words, he smiled and said, "Young Master likes to eat all kinds of desserts and is not picky."

"I want them all," the man said in a low, gentle tone, leaving no room for argument.

Bi Xie was taken aback, blinking her big eyes. She had learned to make both cakes from the owner of the cake shop yesterday. Each cake was 6 inches, enough for two or three people.

She tried to explain, "Mr. Wei, you can't eat that much by yourself, one is enough..."

Under Wei Zhaoye's suddenly cold gaze, Bi Xie's voice gradually faded.

Fine! Anyway, her intention in making the cakes was to please the villainous big boss. As long as Wei Zhaoye's happiness level can be increased, she'll make twenty cakes, let alone two.

The next moment, both cake gift boxes in her hand fell into the man's hands.

Wei Zhaoye's handsome face, with its distinct features, showed a hint of satisfaction. He went upstairs, changed into a black suit, and went out.

The long-dormant management system in my mind popped up: "Congratulations, host. The villain's happiness value has become 1 point, and his blackening value remains unchanged at 30. Please show more care to the autistic villain and let him experience true love."

Bi Xie sat on the sofa, tears streaming down his face, and sobbed to the system, "I've been in this world for so long, and my happiness value has only increased by 1 point. At this rate, by the time I'm old and frail, it's still a question whether his happiness value will even reach 100."