Mr. Satan, let's meet tonight!

However, Shang Xi, who was being embraced by the man in what appeared to be a very intimate manner, did not receive any special treatment even though she had entered the bedroom again just one day later.

Si Tingye unceremoniously threw her into the bathtub, and the icy cold water gushed out from the showerhead the next second, splashing all over her body.

Because it was so cold, Shang Xi couldn't help but shiver.

"Are you awake?"

"..."

“Miss Shang, you keep challenging my temper. Do you really want to experience the pleasure of death?” Si Tingye stood calmly to the side, his thin lips opening and closing repeatedly.

His handsome features were still captivating, but the eyes behind his glasses were like cold water poured over her.

Shang Xi leaned back in the bathtub, squinting at the man.

The two of them just stared at each other in silence.

About thirty seconds later, the corners of her mouth suddenly turned up, and with a slightly nasal tone, she asked, "Mr. Si, have you... ever experienced despair?"

Just as she finished speaking, Shang Xi suddenly chuckled twice and shook her head, "How could someone as high and mighty as you have ever experienced despair? I must be really drunk."

The expressionless man looked down at her, his words devoid of any emotion: "Now that you're awake, wash up and go back to your room."

Everything seemed to have returned to normal.

Because his bathroom was occupied, Si Tingye had to take a shower in another room.

The day's busyness had left him somewhat exhausted, and he didn't want to waste any more energy on Shang Xi's affairs.

Indulging once in a while is fine, but he doesn't need to today.

However, soaking in cold water only gave Shangxi a brief moment of clarity.

She walked out of the bathroom naked and stood in front of the man's wardrobe, looking at the rows of white shirts inside.

When Si Tingye returned to the bedroom, he saw this vivid and sensual scene, but he only frowned slightly and quickly closed the door.

After all, there are many infrared cameras in the corridor.

"Why aren't you going back yet?"

Upon hearing the sound, Shang Xi pulled a shirt from the wardrobe and put it on, slowly buttoning it up.

After all the important parts were covered, she turned around and said, "Mr. Si, why aren't you curious about my background at all? My father's surname is Gu, but mine is Shang?"

"Looks like he's still not fully awake."

"Ah, I almost forgot, Yin Xiu or Zuo Ye said that you checked all my information, so you know that."

"..."

Shang Xi leaned against the wardrobe door and slowly slid down until she sat on the soft carpet before looking up at the man standing in the doorway.

“My mother died after giving birth to me, and my father died of illness ten years ago. My current mother is my father’s second wife. When she married my father, she brought a child with her, my ‘sister’. My stepmother… ha, that woman married Mayor Gu of the city the day after my father died, bringing my sister and me with her into the Gu family. I don’t want to change my surname, so I still have the surname Shang.”

Si Tingye's thin lips were pressed into a straight line, his face was extremely dark. Without the slightest hesitation, he lifted his foot and walked step by step to the woman, bending down slightly.

His cold fingertips lifted her chin, and he said indifferently, "Miss Shang, you've made such a fuss for so long and said so much, are you trying to gain my sympathy?"

"..."

"As far as I know, during the four years you studied in the UK, they never skimped on your food, clothing, or other necessities. Even after your biological parents died, you were never mistreated in the slightest."