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The lights on the 13th floor of Tsing Yi were rare and bright.

Ruan Shuhui came here early and prepared well. She couldn't wait to know what Wen Xiangzhu would prepare for her.

When she left the City Lord's Mansion, Lin was particularly worried and asked those experts to disguise themselves and secretly guard Ruan Shuhui. However, tonight only Ruan Shuhui and her personal maid could enter the Qingyi Thirteenth Floor, so they could only guard outside the building.

Amid the jealousy and envy of the women outside the building, Ruan Shuhui walked into the building triumphantly. Tonight this place belonged to her alone.

"Ms. Ruan, please come this way." Shen Qinghe was good-looking, so she was arranged to greet people in the front hall this time, while everyone else was busy with their own things.

Wen Xiangzhu had slowly found reasons to fire the waiters originally hired in the building before they came, and he also gave these people a lot of silver after the firing.

His action won the hearts of many people, but no one spread the word. Occasionally, a few regular customers who came to drink tea found out about it and thought that Wen Xiangzhu was trying to climb up the social ladder, and that the teahouse would no longer be open in the future.

This saved Wen Xiangzhu a lot of trouble, as now everyone in the teahouse is his own people.

Ruan Shuhui followed Shen Qinghe in small steps, with a smile on her face. When she saw Wen Xiangzhu, the tips of her ears flushed slightly.

"Sir, you don't have to come to greet me in person." Ruan Shuhui said in a gentle voice.

"I'm coming. Miss Ruan is of noble status, and it's an honor for the teahouse to have her come here. It's inconvenient for me to go to Miss's birthday, so I have prepared a birthday gift for her tonight." Wen Xiangzhu walked in front of her and said lightly with a smile on his face.

Ruan Shuhui lowered her head with a shy look on her face. She responded softly, quickening her pace and walking side by side with Wen Xiangzhu.

This night was the happiest time for her in recent days. On the way here, everyone admired her and talked about her relationship with Wen Xiangzhu. Everyone believed that Wen Xiangzhu would go to the City Lord's Mansion to ask for her hand in marriage soon.

Song Qinghong is gone, Shen Jiayu is dead, and no one will hinder her and Wen Xiangzhu from being together anymore.

Thinking of this, Ruan Shuhui laughed out loud.

The laughter was heard by Wen Xiangzhu. He was in a good mood today, so he decided to chat more with Ruan Shuhui.

"What did you think of? You look so happy."

Ruan Shuhui smiled shyly, and after posing thirty fake moves in ten seconds, she slowly spoke, "I just feel very happy to be with you, sir. I have been looking forward to taking our relationship to the next level."

After saying that, they just entered the teahouse hall. Wen Xiangzhu prepared a play for her. They took their seats and the people on the stage began to sing.

Ruan Shuhui had no intention of watching the show, her whole heart was on Wen Xiangzhu. After taking a deep breath, she mustered up the courage to say, "Sir, I fell in love with you the first time I saw you three years ago. Our relationship has become much closer in the past three years. You invited me here tonight and took the trouble to make me happy. Do you have the same feelings for me?"

She looked at Wen Xiangzhu expectantly, hoping to get the answer she wanted from Wen Xiangzhu.

Wen Xiangzhu: "Miss Ruan, this is exactly what I want to say. I am the same. I was attracted to you at a quick glance three years ago. You were not wearing any makeup that day, but you were as beautiful as a fairy. Since then, there has only been you in my eyes."

"Some time ago, a woman pestered me and prevented me from getting married to you on the Shangsi Festival. I really regretted it for many days."

"I am of low status, not qualified to marry someone of high status, and I dare not ask to see you, but I really miss you, so I dare to go to the City Lord's Mansion to invite you on my birthday. If possible, I will give everything I have to ask to marry you tomorrow."

Wen Xiangzhu's words were sincere and heartfelt, and a blush flashed across Ruan Shuhui's face. She knew that Wen Xiangzhu felt the same way about her, and that their hearts were connected.

"Of course I do."

"What do you want?" Wen Xiangzhu was watching the play when he suddenly heard Ruan Shuhui say this. He was a little puzzled, "Miss Ruan is fascinated by the play? This play is just an illusion."

Ruan Shuhui cried out, then realized that she had lost her composure and that everything that had just happened was just her fantasy.

"I was fascinated by it. The performance was so good, it was in no way inferior to the performances on the stages in my house."

She felt that she was a little anxious. Wen Xiangzhu was not a person who was eager for success. She decided to wait until Wen Xiangzhu spoke first.

One show after another.

Wen Xiangzhu didn't say another word and his eyes never left the stage. Ruan Shuhui was very anxious. She had no interest in watching the show on the stage. She slowly looked at Wen Xiangzhu with a hint of resentment in her eyes.

Wen Xiangzhu pretended to be so engrossed in the show that he pretended not to see anything.

"There's a fire! There's a fire—help, there's a fire!"

The loud shouts drowned out the sound of the singing. Ruan Shuhui was a little angry. She had just been with Wen Xiangzhu for a short time. Who was making such a noise and disturbing them?

"Miss Ruan, there's a fire, let's go." Wen Xiangzhu stood up immediately, took Ruan Shuhui's hand and ran outside.

The maid followed closely behind.

Under the guidance of Zhao Ji and Ling Feng, there were fire points on all sides of the Qingyi Thirteenth Floor. By the time they discovered it, the fire had grown bigger and it had become a burnt building.

Shen Yi and his group received the mission to set fire to the Thirteenth Floor of Qingyi. They all thought that Lingfeng was joking. This was the hiding place of Young Master Hanshan. How could they attack here?

Wen Xiangzhu thought of this result, and handed the jade pendant in his hand to Zhao Ji, and took it out if necessary.

At this time, Zhao Ji took out Wen Xiangzhu's black bamboo jade pendant. Seeing the jade pendant was like seeing Master Hanshan. They had no objection and started to light the fire according to Lingfeng's instructions.

When Wen Xiangzhu held Ruan Shuhui's hand, she couldn't even tell the directions. She only knew that Wen Xiangzhu's hand was very warm. It really seemed like they were eloping.

Wen Xiangzhu pulled Ruan Shuhui and trotted. During the trot, she secretly looked back at her, but saw Ruan Shuhui looking at her with starry eyes and smiling particularly sweetly.

He looked like a fool in Wen Xiangzhu's eyes and was in great pain.

Under Wen Xiangzhu's careful guidance, they arrived at the place they had designed, where the fire was the biggest and the beams of the house were in danger of being devoured by the fire.

He was holding Ruan Shuhui as she passed by, and she just happened to fall. He let go of her hand, "Miss Ruan, be careful!"

Ruan Shuhui never thought that Wen Xiangzhu would let go of her hand. She fell flat on her face and reached out for him to help her up without even raising her head.

The maid who followed behind was almost frightened out of her wits. Instinctively she stepped forward to help Ruan Shuhui up, and pointed at Wen Xiangzhu in horror.

"Miss, the young master...he can't come out."

Ruan Shuhui looked up and saw Wen Xiangzhu's face being engulfed by flames. Suddenly, the roof beams collapsed again and Wen Xiangzhu was completely engulfed by the flames.

Ruan Shuhui shook off the maid's hand and was about to rush inside, but was forcibly taken away by the people who were ordered to protect her.

"No! No way! Ye Hanshan——"