Mr. Satan, let's meet tonight!

After hanging up the phone, Shang Xi did not leave the spot immediately.

She glanced at the Maybach parked on the roadside not far away, gave a self-deprecating sneer, and then calmly took a cigarette case out of her bag.

The way he lit the cigarette and put it in his mouth looked very practiced.

The woman held a menthol cigarette between her two fingers, her whole body enveloped in wisps of smoke, giving her an ethereal and otherworldly air that drew countless onlookers to stop and linger.

Recalling what the mother and daughter had just said, Shang Xi couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Ha, the eldest daughter of the Gu family?

Who does she even belong to as the eldest daughter of the Gu family? Her status is neither legitimate nor justified.

The reason they're in such a hurry to send her back is simply so she can meet Mo Yifan as soon as possible, get engaged, and then they can get what they want.

In the end, Shang Xi lost her mood for shopping because of this phone call.

After finishing his cigarette, he got into Zuo Ye's car and drove back to the manor in silence.

12 points in the early hours.

Just as the midnight bells rang, a pure black sedan slowly drove into the manor.

After Yin Xiu talked about some work-related matters for tomorrow, Si Tingye strode up to the third floor.

He had planned to go straight back to his room to shower and rest, but suddenly noticed a faint light coming from the next room and some sounds like glass clattering.

They seemed to have heard footsteps and guessed that the man had returned.

Shang Xi swayed as she walked out, carrying a wine bottle that was still a third full.

Her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, and her already charming voice became even more alluring, "Si Tingye, you're back. Want to have a drink together?"

Upon hearing his full name, Si Tingye raised an eyebrow slightly.

Seeing the woman leaning against the wall for balance rather than taking a step closer, he frowned. "Why are you drinking?"

"Why? Why else would I drink? I just drink because I want to."

"..."

"You can't be serious, the heir to the prestigious European Si family, the president of the -eus Group, is so stingy that he won't even give his mistress a bottle of wine?"

"..."

"Si Tingye, you're such a stingy, stinky man!"

Shang Xi's eyes were half-closed, and her drunken appearance was just like a cat's.

She kept talking, completely oblivious to the bulging veins on the man's forehead and the growing anger in his eyes.

Si Tingye had no interest in wasting time talking to a drunk person in the middle of the night. After giving her a deep look, he turned around and prepared to go into his bedroom.

However, it only took a moment.

Shang Xi suddenly threw down the wine bottle, strode forward, and pounced on the man.

She hugged the man from behind and said in a muffled voice, "Si Tingye, stay with me for a while."

His voice and tone were more desolate and weathered than ever before, as if he had seen through the fickleness of human relationships.

The sound of the bottle shattering on the ground eventually alerted the people inside the villa.

Hall and the maids were startled awake, dressed, and rushed up to the third floor.

For a moment, the lights shone brightly.

However, they were all stunned when they saw Miss Shang hugging their husbands from behind.

"Sir, Miss Shang, you..." Hall's gaze fell on the broken wine bottle on the ground, and he stammered, unsure of what to ask.

Si Tingye pursed his thin lips, pulled Shang Xi behind him into his arms, left a message saying "Clean up the floor," and then disappeared down the corridor with his men.

A group of people were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

Hall looked thoughtfully at the man's closed door, his brows furrowed with obvious worry.

Miss Shang seems to be influencing Mr. Shang. It seems necessary to find a time to secretly report this matter to him.