A cat's meow, with a hint of accusation, came from beside my leg.

Sheng Yuan came back to her senses and looked down to find that she had unconsciously pressed the cat food machine two or three times more. The cat's bowl was so full that it was about to overflow and she had no place to eat.

Lailai raised his furry head in dissatisfaction, as if he was about to die of stuffiness.

"Feel sorry."

Sheng Yuan took the spoon and put the remaining food into another bowl. Lai Lai rubbed Sheng Yuan's leg with his tail and started eating with relish.

Sheng Yuan squatted and watched for a while.

The phone rang with a calendar reminder sound.

——There are still four days left before the filming of Zaizai is completed.

Immediately.

A pop-up window appears at the top of the phone screen.

【Video call invitation from Zaizai. 】

Almost at the same time.

The mechanical voice of the system sounded again in Sheng Yuan's mind.

[Current cumulative task progress:]

[Favorability: 70.00%, Trust: 90.00%, Love: 0.00%! ]

[Host, please execute the new strategy mission as soon as possible! Host, please execute the new strategy mission as soon as possible! ]

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

The words "Love value, 0.00%" seemed to have an amplified sound effect, echoing in my mind over and over again, with exceptional clarity.

“Buzz buzz buzz.”

The shock of video requests continues.

Sheng Yuan lowered her eyes, her sparse eyelashes cast a light shadow under her eyelids, half covering the emotions in her pupils.

It's like making some kind of decision.

Her fingertips moved to the top of the connect button and she slowly pressed it down. Before the video was connected, she curled her brows as if nothing had happened. -Early morning.

The driver was bending over and gently wiping the front mirror with a clean rag.

The shiny black front of the car was smooth without any unsightly scratches from yesterday, because the car had been directly replaced with an identical one.

The driver moved carefully, and suddenly he caught a glimpse of the slender figure of a girl standing on the steps of the garden next to him.

He turned around and said respectfully, "Miss."

"Are you going out?"

Sheng Yuan nodded.

"Okay." The driver put down the rag, washed his hands carefully, put on white gloves, walked forward and opened the back door, and said in a familiar tone: "Are you going to the film and television city to find Master Shi Yan?"

But then I heard Sheng Yuan say, no.

The early morning sun shines on the girl in the back seat, on her cold, flawless skin, her lively and quiet profile, and her clear, almond-shaped eyes.

She was silent for two seconds and then said, "Let's go to the Shi family's residence." - This was the first time that Sheng Yuan took the initiative to go to the Shi family's residence after she fell into the water and was sent to the hospital, except for accompanying Shi Yan.

The gatekeeper in charge of entrance and exit of the main house stood there for a while before he reacted. He then hurriedly opened the iron gate and watched the Rolls-Royce drive into the house as if saluting.

The servants were also surprised to see Sheng Yuan.

Not daring to be negligent at all, he carefully led the guest into the living room, ordered people to prepare tea and snacks, and then went to inform the Shi couple who were having breakfast in the side hall.

"No need, I'm here to look for Grandpa Shi."

The servants looked at the girl with an indifferent expression and inexplicably dared not move, and quickly lowered their heads to respond.

Sheng Yuan came here at the right time when Grandpa Shi finished his morning exercise. Not long after she arrived, she heard Grandpa Shi's voice talking at the entrance of the hallway.

"Little Kite?"

The energetic old man, wearing a sports suit, raised his eyebrows in slight surprise when he saw Sheng Yuan appear.

Sheng Yuan nodded, "Grandpa Shi, I have something to talk to you about."

Sensitively observing the inexplicably solemn look on the girl's face, the old man restrained his expression, then smiled and said kindly, "Okay, you go to my study with the housekeeper first, I'll go change my clothes and come back later."

The words fell.

The old butler beside Mr. Shi stepped forward and extended his hand respectfully, "Miss Sheng, please come this way." -Side hall restaurant.

"Yes." The servant nodded, "A guest is here to see the old gentleman."

Shi's mother held the warm fresh milk in her hand and asked casually, "Guests? What guests?"

The servant hesitated for a moment and said, "Yes... Miss Sheng Yuan."

Sheng Yuan?! Shi's mother paused, turned her head and said, "How come no one informed me that she was coming?"

The servant paused, then fell silent, not daring to speak anymore.

The answer is self-evident.

Everyone knew that at this time, Young Master Shi Yan was not in the Shi family's main residence. Sheng Yuan came here suddenly, so of course she was not here to look for Young Master Shi Yan.

But going directly to Mr. Shi, bypassing the master and mistress of the house, was a blatant act of disregard.

However, no one dared to comment easily.

The same is true of Kali.

So her expression gradually became a little ugly, mainly because she had been treated well by Sheng Yuan in the past, so when the gap came, the embarrassment would only be even greater. She no longer had the opportunity to "discipline" Sheng Yuan as an elder.

Thinking of this, Shi's mother felt disappointed with her son Shi Xuan.

Some time ago, I don't know what Shi Xuan did that made old man Shi furious. He took real action and directly revoked all of Shi Xuan's positions in the company. Until now, he has been locked up in a villa outside, facing the wall to reflect on his mistakes.

This scared Shi's mother a lot.

"You, go to Dad's study now and bring in two breakfasts." Shi's mother looked around and ordered a servant.

The servant hesitated: "But the old man said not to..."

Shi's mother's attitude did not allow for argument: "Go if you are told to."

"Yes, ma'am." -Study .

Old Man Shi had changed into a smart Tang suit. He did not speak in front of the solemn desk, but took Sheng Yuan to sit on the leisure sofa in the small living room in the study.

The old butler beside me was making tea. The dark green tea leaves slowly unfolded in the boiling water, and the fragrance of the tea spread with the curling hot steam.

Old Master Shi sat in the first seat and stretched out his hand to signal the old butler to pour a glass for Sheng Yuan first.

He did not directly ask Sheng Yuan what the tea came from. Instead, like a kind elder, he cheerfully said that the tea was newly given to him by a friend and was said to be produced in some precious place. He asked Sheng Yuan not to despise it and to try it for him.

Sheng Yuan didn't refuse and took it with both hands.

Wait until the tea tasting session is over.

Mr. Shi looked like he wanted to hear more details.

Sheng Yuan lowered her eyes and stroked the warm rim of the cup with her slender white knuckles.

The atmosphere was quiet for a few seconds.

The girl raised her head and spoke word by word, "Grandpa Shi, you lost to me in a game of chess before, and you promised me at that time that you could agree to something for me. I wonder if it still counts now?" -The servant who went to the study to deliver breakfast was scolded by the old housekeeper and cursed out.

But Shi's mother was only curious about another thing, "How was it, did you hear what they said?"

The servant shook his head.

"No."

"But I saw——"

Shi Mu was anxious: "What did you see?"

“I saw Miss Sheng Yuan take out a ring and put it in front of the old man. I don’t know what happened after that.”

"ring?"

The servant nodded, "Yes, a diamond ring."

Shi's mother pondered secretly, and then she thought of something, her eyes lit up, and she guessed intuitively, "Could it be, their engagement ring?"

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ps:

I’m afraid you’ll scold me, so I won’t read the comments these two days (I’m sensitive and only like to hear compliments TT)

Mainly because I don't want to spoil the plot.

I’m afraid it will affect the reading experience.

In short, the plot is not what you think. (End of this chapter)