A beautiful summer night

"Sit down and pick one." In the lounge, the old commander-in-chief, beaming with excitement, pulled Xia Wanzhi to sit down and placed a tablet in front of her.

Ross, puzzled, looked at Xia Yongqing.

Didn't they go and talk about the gigolo in detail?

It's a good thing this old man didn't erupt like a volcano, but his grinning face is more terrifying than a volcanic eruption.

Xia Yongqing tugged at his sleeve and touched his nose, seemingly feeling guilty about something.

Surrounded by onlookers, Xia Wanzhi swiped her tablet a few times with a complicated expression. A bad feeling welled up inside her, and she asked, half-laughing and half-crying, "What is this?"

"Doesn't our little princess like pretty boys? Grandpa has had them picked out right away. Which one do you like?" Old man Richard was very excited, explaining as he scrolled through the page, "This is the prince of the O'Lee family, and this is the heir of the Soya family. What do you think? Aren't they exceptionally fair-skinned?"

"And this one, look, the documents say he has a chef's certificate, and he's quite honest."

Xia Wanzhi looked up, shocked, speechless, and finding it absurd: "..."

Ross: "..."

Speechless as she was, she was incredibly grateful that she hadn't suffered such a... brutal beating when she was younger.

Xia Yongqing sighed inwardly. If he had known that the old man would arrange this for his precious daughter, he wouldn't have said that Xia Wanzhi liked pretty boys.

Ms. Qiao Shu was unaware of this matter. She put on her reading glasses and went over to join the fun. After seeing clearly, she tapped the table with a questioning look: "Thirty-two years old? You let someone that old in for Wanzi to choose?"

"This doesn't look good."

"This orientation is too fierce."

"This person has too little hair."

"This is too short..."

She truly lives up to her reputation as the lady of the house!

Xia Wanzhi hugged her grandmother's waist with an adoring look, obediently leaning her head against her. When Qiao Shu said something, she would nod and agree, "Grandma is right!"

Old man Richard, puffing out smoke, said, "This is just the first round of selection."

“Your Becker family members are all treacherous, do you think this girl will cooperate with you to screen these scoundrels?” Qiao Shu’s aura was stronger than Richard’s, and she snorted, “I think you’re just bored.”

Old man Richard didn't say anything back.

He couldn't refute that.

"There's a ball tomorrow night. Since you don't want to choose through a screen, let's choose on the spot." Richard had already made the arrangements. Knowing that Xia Wanzhi would be coming on his birthday, he specially arranged this event.

He coaxed Xia Wanzhi: "Let's dance, drink, chat. It's okay if you don't like it. Just consider it making friends."

Everyone present except Xia Wanzhi knew that the ball was hosted by Richard in the name of the Becker family.

Qiao Shu glanced at Xia Wanzhi and patted her head: "You can't refuse. Besides letting you choose your favorite person, the most important thing about this ball is that it will let you get to know some noble young men, which will be good for you."

Got it, whether it's a partner or not doesn't matter.

Connections are the most important thing.

Seeing Qiao Shu's serious expression, Xia Wanzhi could only nod.

Ross, who hadn't seen his daughter for two months, took Xia Wanzhi to the rooftop to chat and enjoy the night view, and also to ask her about Xie Qiyan.

"Let's talk about adult topics." Ross put his arm around Xia Wanzhi's shoulder and asked unexpectedly, "How far have things gone between you and your brother from the Xie family?"

Xia Wanzhi coughed lightly: "What do you mean, 'at what stage'..."

Just kidding, this is her biological mother!

Is it okay to talk about this with your own mother?

You'll get scolded.

"What's there to be shy about? I practically forced myself on your father when I was pursuing him. Besides, this is England. Don't be shy, express yourself boldly, child." Ms. Ross smiled and rubbed Xia Wanzhi's back to help her relax.

Xia Wanzhi's lips twitched slightly: "..."

"You are a warrior." Xia Wanzhi gave a thumbs-up.

She is a warrior too.

The night she confirmed her feelings for Xie Qiyan, the Becker family bloodline within her erupted, allowing her to win him over in one fell swoop.

There was no question of who pursued whom first between her and Xie Qiyan.

They confirmed their feelings for each other that night.

She took the initiative to press against him, and he took the initiative to kiss her.

A draw.

"Oh, how did we get to talking about me?" Ms. Ross exclaimed, raising an eyebrow and lowering her voice. "If you don't want to tell me, I'll ask you."

A bad feeling crept in.

"Have you taken any precautions?" Ms. Ross asked seriously. "I have no problem with Xie Qiyan as a person, but the things behind Xie Qiyan are very complicated. If you are not prepared to share the burden, face the challenges, and solve the problems with him, then you must protect yourself and not let the unexpected child push you forward."

Xia Wanzhi's feelings for Xie Qiyan were completely different from her feelings for Zhou Yu.

Ross only realized what his daughter looked like when she liked someone when she met Xie Qiyan.

She had once thought that Xia Wanzhi was not like herself.

After all, Xia Yongqing was a reserved and timid man.

Daughters often resemble their fathers.

She was with Zhou Yu at the time because she was being pushed along by the circumstances.

As a mother, failing to discover her daughter's inner thoughts in time is her dereliction of duty.

She never interfered with Xia Wanzhi's decisions, but this time, she had to help oversee them.

Xia Wanzhi listened very attentively to the second half of the speech.

A word to wake up the dreamer.

Xia Wanzhi was in a daze for a moment.

So infatuated with love, she almost forgot about the Xie family's affairs.

"Mom, we haven't gone that far." Xia Wanzhi raised her eyelashes and rested her head on Ross's shoulder.

"Oh." Ross was slightly disappointed. "I just thought you looked like me, but now you're acting like your dad again."

Xia Wanzhi: "..."

Like what? Like you, forcing yourself on someone?

Xia Wanzhi won't be able to return to the hotel tonight.

Xia Yongqing seemed to have become suspicious and kept a close eye on her.

Having no other choice, she lay in bed and video-chatted with Xie Qiyan: "Prince Yan, when are you coming to rescue your princess?"

Xie Qiyan had just finished showering and was sitting casually on a single sofa, wearing a silk nightgown with the belt undone, revealing his sexy chest.

She must have just taken a shower; her hair was still wet, and water droplets were sliding down her cheeks and neck.

What a beautiful picture of a handsome man emerging from a bath.

"Tomorrow," Xie Qiyan said without hesitation.

Xia Wanzhi raised an eyebrow slightly: "How are you going to rob it all by yourself?"

Xie Qiyan chuckled: "If you can't take it by force, you can only steal it."

Xia Wanzhi: "..."

Too lazy to waste time arguing with him, Xia Wanzhi stared at his physique with interest. Her shameless bloodline from the Becker family awakened, and she licked her lips, saying flirtatiously, "Boyfriend, look at my legs."

The person opposite remained still for ten seconds.

I almost lost to her.

"Which leg?" Xie Qiyan teased.

Xia Wanzhi held up two fingers: "Two."

"Thigh or calf?" Xie Qiyan adjusted his sitting posture.

Xia Wanzhi coughed lightly: "I want them all."

Xie Qiyan leaned closer to the screen, suppressing the wicked thoughts hidden in his eyes, and stared intently at her expression: "Who looks at a man's legs? If you have the guts, why pretend to be reserved? Want to look at something else?"

Xia Wanzhi's face turned slightly yellow as she tried to suppress her anger: "Can I watch this? It's not a good idea."

"Yes, your boyfriend is generous."

Then the camera shifts.

Xia Wanzhi suddenly covered her face.

She didn't know just how generous he was.

I'll watch whatever they give me to see.

After preparing herself, Xia Wanzhi cautiously opened her eyes a crack, only to see that Xie Qiyan had already turned the camera around again and covered himself up completely. Xia Wanzhi cursed, "Xie Qiyan, you motherfucker—"

That kind of cursing is unacceptable.

Xia Wanzhi promptly picked up the microphone and emitted a sound—

"mua..."