Where should we go?

"Is it a cocktail party?" Shen Zhiyi asked.

Yesterday, the housekeeper told her that a cocktail party was being held at the Shang family mansion tonight, and that she was to be Shang Zeyan's date.

She was certainly willing.

“That’s something for tonight.” Shang Zeyan shook his head, staring intently at her. “During the day, all your time is mine.”

"It's all mine."

A blush rose to Shen Zhiyi's face.

How could he make something so perfectly normal sound so blush-inducing and heart-pounding...?

"I...I'll go wash up first."

She lowered her head and hurried to the restroom.

Shang Zeyan watched her retreating figure and gently curled the corners of his lips.

He can take it all.

It's only her time.

...

When Shang Zeyan led her to a private styling studio, Shen Zhiyi turned around in surprise.

"You brought me here to get my hair and makeup done?"

She originally thought that when he asked her to accompany him, it meant he wanted her to do something with him.

Unexpected.

He wants to waste his time on her.

"My date should, of course, be the most eye-catching person in the room." Shang Zeyan extended his hand. "How about we rehearse beforehand, hmm?"

He gazed at her, his dark eyes deep and intense.

Even breathing slowed down.

Shen Zhiyi looked at his broad palm, and a blush spread across her face.

She gently placed her hand on it.

The moment we touched, he held me firmly in his hand.

It's as if they'll never let go.

Shang Zeyan suppressed the corners of his lips that were curling up, wrapped his large hand tightly around her entire hand, and even used a little force to pull her closer to him.

Shen Zhiyi almost fell into his arms.

Shang Zeyan took her arm, bent down and looked down at her, his gaze locking onto her like a cage, and said in a low voice that only the two of them could hear, "As a female companion, you should get used to this distance in advance."

His voice, like that of a cello, was deep and magnetic, bursting forth in your ear with breath.

Shen Zhiyi's face turned even redder than before.

She only felt that his body was very hot.

Her palms were burning hot, her breath was burning hot... even the way she looked at him was frighteningly hot...

"Hmm...I understand."

She lowered her eyelashes, adjusted her breathing, and followed him step by step into the studio.

The store manager was a stylishly dressed man who looked very energetic.

Upon seeing them, he greeted them with a smile.

"Oh, President Shang, you've finally arrived."

"I've emptied my shop for you today. I don't care, you have to compensate me for this loss."

"Stop being sarcastic," Shang Zeyan chuckled. "You've already paid me enough, haven't you?"

The shop owner smiled, his eyes falling on Shen Zhiyi. The moment he saw her, his eyes lit up.

Good heavens...

Where did this fairy come from?

He had seen so many beautiful women, but none had ever amazed him like this; his eyes widened in disbelief.

Shang Zeyan turned to introduce Shen Zhiyi.

"He is Fang Qichen, who is in charge of styling your hair today, and he is also the manager of this shop."

Fang Qichen?

Shen Zhiyi had seen this person in the system's data.

He was one of Shang Zeyan's few "friends".

In this world where everyone fears him, he is considered to have a good relationship with him.

Fang Qichen is very famous in the fashion industry.

Even the most popular celebrities have to pull strings and wait in line to get him to style their hair.

Unexpectedly, he cleared out the entire store today just to serve her alone.

Shen Zhiyi was a little embarrassed.

"Zeyan, thank you," she said sincerely.

Shang Zeyan moved his fingertips, looked down and saw her expression, feeling his heart melt.

So good...

I really want to kiss you...

He looked away and closed his eyes briefly.

Fang Qichen happily reached out his hand to her.

"Hello, Miss Shen."

Shang Zeyan gave him a cold, chilling look that was terrifying.

Fang Qichen awkwardly withdrew his hand.

"When are you going to change your personality? It's one thing to not let anyone touch you, but why do you keep such a close eye on the people around you?"

"Don't you trust me?"

Shang Zeyan pursed his lips and remained silent.

She knows her...

Do you think you're being too controlling?

Shen Zhiyi glanced back and forth between the two of them and smiled, "It has nothing to do with Zeyan."

"I'm not used to shaking hands with people either."

"Mr. Fang, please forgive me."

Her words smoothed out all the rough edges on Shang Zeyan's body.

He stared at Shen Zhiyi.

I feel a surge of joy in my chest, almost overflowing.

He wished he could shower her with all his affection.

Even Fang Qichen looked at her in surprise.

"That's really surprising."

"This is the first time I've seen someone make up for the president of the business company."

The more he looked at Chen Zhiyi, the more he liked her. "Just because of what you said, I'm going to give you an absolutely stunning look today!"

"Adeline! Bring me the haute couture that just arrived!"

"Yes, boss!"

The assistant pushed a clothes hanger over.

When Shen Zhiyi saw the haute couture gown hanging above, her peach blossom eyes lit up.

On the other side.

Ji Xiaolian was also preparing for the evening's cocktail party.

She was begging Bai Fengyu to buy her a dress.

"Feng Yu, this is my first time appearing as your girlfriend, I can't let you down."

"You absolutely must prepare the most beautiful clothes for me!"

"And my hair, I need to go to the stylist."

She kept chattering away, muttering to herself.

Bai Fengyu was extremely annoyed.

This wasn't the first time he'd brought female companions to a cocktail party; he'd have at least fifty, if not a hundred, girlfriends.

Who doesn't know that he changes girlfriends like he changes clothes?

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