Mr. Satan, let's meet tonight!

The so-called "sugar baby" relationship has nothing to do with love.

She understands this principle, and more importantly, she has self-awareness.

A family like the Si family is so prestigious that even ordinary socialites would be ashamed of it, let alone her, who is just a fake heiress.

Shang Xi remained motionless, her hand still raised, waiting for the man's hand.

This action immediately made the atmosphere in the cabin very oppressive.

Si Tingye remained motionless, silently watching the hand with an inscrutable expression.

Just as Yin Xiu was about to explain something, he suddenly showed a very shocked expression.

The man, who usually disliked being touched, actually raised his hand and grasped the small, soft hand, and said very politely, "It's a pleasure working with you. I hope Miss Shang will bring me joy for the rest of the year."

"..."

Shang Xi's body suddenly stiffened, and she only realized what was happening after she felt the strength holding her hand disappear.

She responded blankly, "Oh."

Pleasurable?

Why does this word give her the creeps?

Could it be that this man has some unknown hobbies or interests?

A ten-hour flight may seem long, but in reality... it's incredibly long.

Because she was afraid that even the slightest movement would disturb the man beside her, Shang Xi rarely moved her body. Only when the plane landed did she hurriedly stand up and stretch her limbs.

This action caused the man to frown subtly.

He took the coat and put it on, then parted his thin lips slightly, "Go back to the manor first today. I'll give you half a day. If I see anything I'm not satisfied with at the company tomorrow, you and Zuo Ye can resign."

"Yes, sir, I understand." Yin Xiu replied respectfully, his expression calm and composed, as if he had already made up his mind.

But Shang Xi, who was standing to the side, was a little confused. How come she didn't know that the Si family had a company in the Empire?

After the three of them disembarked from the plane, they walked directly out of the airport through the VIP channel.

A low-key black sedan was already waiting outside the door, and the driver was Zuo Ye, who had picked up Shang Xi earlier but then suddenly disappeared.

This time, however, his baby face was devoid of a smile, and it seemed that being in the same space as Si Tingye made even the air feel extremely cold.

Shang Xi didn't know where she would be sent; she felt unfamiliar with everyone, everything, and every place.

This feeling made her lose all her sense of security, yet she unexpectedly wanted to rely on the man beside her who was a man of few words.

Finally, Shang Xi couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Si, do you know where we're going now?"

"My manor."

"Then... what else can I do besides sleeping with someone?"

She actually wanted to know what made this man agree to let her stay without asking any questions, and even to let her stay by his side.

Upon hearing this, Si Tingye turned his head to look at her. His eyes behind his glasses were as deep as the night, indifferent and devoid of any warmth.

His opening words seemed somewhat irrelevant: "Miss Shang, you've got the nerve to sleep with me, yet you couldn't find even the slightest bit of information about me?"

Shang Xi nodded honestly, replying somewhat awkwardly, "Mr. Si is a low-key person. Any rumors circulating are just rumors, and you never appear in public, so..."

Until she met him in person, she thought he was a fat, bloated old man.