Shang Zeyan opened his eyes.

The sharpness in his eyes faded only after he saw Shen Zhiyi.

It's her...

He turned his head and looked around, a look of confusion on his face.

Still at the club.

He...is asleep?!

Shang Zeyan raised his hand in disbelief and glanced at his wristwatch.

I actually slept for two hours!

It happened while he was alone with a strange woman!

Shang Zeyan stood up in shock.

This has never happened before.

His insomnia was so severe that most medications were no longer effective.

But this woman named Shen Zhiyi only sang one song, and he actually fell asleep?

Shang Zeyan was startled.

He unconsciously increased the pressure on his hands.

"Mr. Shang, you're hurting me."

Shen Zhiyi withdrew her hand.

Shang Zeyan then realized that he had been holding her hand the whole time.

He let go.

The warmth of her skin still seemed to linger in his palm, making his heart race involuntarily.

He pressed his hand to his chest and frowned.

This feeling...

This is the first time.

Shang Zeyan paused for a moment, then looked up.

"Miss Shen, would you be interested in quitting your job here and becoming my sleep aid at my villa?"

"A sleep aid therapist?" Shen Zhiyi feigned ignorance.

Shang Zeyan nodded.

"I suffer from severe insomnia, but Miss Chen's singing has a hypnotic effect on me. So..."

"Was my singing too bad?"

Shen Zhiyi felt slightly embarrassed.

When Shang Zeyan saw her drooping eyebrows and eyes, his heart clenched, and he couldn't help but explain to her.

No.

"You sing very well."

"It's your voice that makes me feel at ease."

Shen Zhiyi's face flushed slightly.

"But I don't know any ways to help me sleep..."

"Perhaps Mr. Shang fell asleep today for another reason, which has nothing to do with me."

Looking at her shy appearance, Shang Zeyan felt an inexplicable urge to hold her in his arms.

He curled his fingertips.

His voice was slightly hoarse as he said, "Whether it's because of you or not, I'd like to ask Miss Chen to give it a try."

"Storytelling, singing, or any other method, as long as it can put me to sleep, salary is not a problem."

"He will definitely earn much more than Miss Shen does here."

Fearing she would refuse, he added:

"You don't need to feel pressured."

"I've been trying to cure my insomnia for years without success, so coming to you is just a last resort. Even if it doesn't work in the end, I'll still pay Miss Chen her salary."

"Just think of it as earning a high-paying side income."

"Thirty million a year, is that alright?"

He looked at her quietly.

He couldn't deny that he had developed feelings for her.

However, we cannot reveal ourselves too soon.

That would definitely...scare her.

Shang Zeyan's eyes darkened.

He'll keep her around for a year, and he'll figure out what to do with the rest of the time.

"good."

Shen Zhiyi agreed without much thought.

She came here specifically for him.

"Let's go now." Shang Zeyan stood up, suppressing the surging joy in his chest.

He couldn't wait to take her back to his territory.

There, only he and she will be there...

He looked at Shen Zhiyi, his dark pupils filled with a sinister possessiveness.

...

Ji Xiaolian lingered suspiciously near the elevator.

Instead of Bai Fengyu, a familiar figure appeared.

If it's a business, then it's a banquet!

He walked towards us, his long legs encased in suit trousers particularly eye-catching.

Ji Xiaolian turned pale with fright and quickly lowered her head, hiding behind a guest who was waiting for the elevator.

She prayed in her heart that Shang Zeyan would never see her.

Completely unaware that Shen Zhiyi was being shielded behind Shang Zeyan's tall figure.

"Hmm..."

Shen Zhiyi twisted her foot.

"What's wrong?"

Shang Zeyan turned around nervously and saw that her high heels were stuck in a crack in the carpet.

"I can't pull it out..."

Shen Zhiyi stirred and looked up somewhat awkwardly.

Shang Zeyan squatted down.

Seeing the fair instep encased in black high heels, a burning, dark light surged in his eyes.

"Miss Shen, please forgive me."

He reached out and grasped her slender yet shapely ankle.

Apply a little force.

The heel that had been caught in the crevice was pulled out.

"Can you still walk?" Shang Zeyan looked up.

Shen Zhiyi moved her foot.

A burning pain shot through my ankle.

Very subtle.

But it still made her frown slightly.

Shang Zeyan keenly noticed this, and before she could speak, he got up and picked her up in his arms.

"President Shang..." Shen Zhiyi exclaimed in surprise.

"It seems a little swollen," Shang Zeyan said, looking down at her without changing his expression. "I'll carry you down."

There were guests walking around.

Curious glances inevitably fell on the two of them.

Shen Zhiyi lowered her head somewhat shyly and buried her face in his chest.

"Then... thank you, Mr. Shang."

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

A few blushes crept onto her fair neck.

Shang Zeyan saw this and unconsciously tightened his grip on her.

She's so light...

It's so soft...

Shang Zeyan suppressed the beast about to break free of its cage in his chest, maintained his calm and stern expression, and strode towards the stairwell.

The elevator was too crowded.

His darling... is shy.

The two of them left as if no one else was around.

Ji Xiaolian stared in astonishment as she watched Shang Zeyan's figure disappear into the stairwell.

this……

Is this still the same Shang Zeyan who was clueless about romance in his previous life?

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