Mr. Satan, let's meet tonight!

Five minutes, neither long nor short.

Sure enough, as the last second hand of the wall clock moved, a man with an extremely handsome face pushed open the door and walked in.

"Hey, you didn't even call ahead to let your brother know you were coming here." Mu Sichen sat on the sofa, his gaze fixed on Shang Xi as he spoke.

The lights in the private room were dimly lit.

Shang Xi couldn't be sure which of the two men Mu Sichen was, but his clothes showed that he was extremely effeminate.

Pink shirt, white casual pants, and black and white casual leather shoes.

Her peach blossom eyes, though seemingly smiling, held a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.

Si Tingye swirled the wine in his glass, his tone devoid of any emotion, "It's been a year, and your taste is still as unique as ever."

Mu Sichen shrugged, neither confirming nor denying.

Everyone in the circle knows that the eldest son of the Mu family has a thing for men, especially handsome ones.

The two clinked their glasses.

About thirty seconds later, Mu Sichen spoke again, "Is this the little mistress you keep by your side?"

"Ah."

"She's not bad looking, but is her little lover an adult yet?"

"Ah."

"Mixed-race?"

"City people."

"Tsk tsk, you guys slept in?"

Shang Xi put down her glass and leaned back lazily on the sofa. "Young Master Mu, you can ask me anything you want to know. Mr. Si is always taciturn and doesn't like to say more than five words at a time."

"Oh, my little lover, have you slept with your Mr. Si?"

"of course."

Mu Sichen nodded and clapped his hands in praise of her. "Your little lover is indeed your little lover. I've known Tingye for over ten years and I've never seen him with a woman by his side, or even a woman."

"Heh." Shang Xi curled the corners of her lips into a smile that wasn't quite a smile. "Of course, after all, Mr. Si isn't like you, Young Master Mu, who prefers same-sex relationships."

"..."

Mu Sichen raised his hand to wipe the wine drop from the corner of his lips and smiled faintly, "What a sharp-tongued little lover!"

Her alluring appearance became incredibly sexy because of this action.

Shang Xi thought to herself: Maybe it's because this man is too handsome that he came out of the closet.

"Her name is Shang Xi."

"Ok?"

Si Tingye raised his eyes, a hint of coldness flashing across his calm gaze. "Her name is Shang Xi."

These seven short words allowed Mu Sichen to understand the hidden meaning between the lines.

This woman has a name and cannot be insulted by anyone, not even her closest friend.

Mu Sichen's deep gaze swept back and forth between the two of them.

His smile gradually faded, and he suddenly said with a half-smile, "Si Tingye, you haven't forgotten my sister, have you? She's your fiancée."

These words struck Shang Xi like a hammer blow.

fiancée?

When did Si Tingye get a fiancée?

In his previous life, this man had no fiancée or any news of marriage.

This...what is going on?

The atmosphere suddenly became very stiff.

Si Tingye leaned back on the sofa, his wine glass empty except for the ice.

Mu Sichen's words did not cause the slightest change in his expression; he remained unfathomable, dignified, and indifferent.

After a long silence, he indifferently curled the corners of his lips, "After all, it was the old man who arranged this marriage for me, and the other party is your own sister, how could I forget?"