Mr. Satan, let's meet tonight!

In Tang Sirou's mind, people who could live in such a manor and have a private doctor like Brother Yi must be elderly tycoons.

After all, this place looks extremely luxurious and opulent.

For example, her current outfit makes her look extremely out of place standing here, even less so than the servants.

Tang Yi handed the worn-out cloth bag to a maid and smiled at her, "No rush, the master and mistress are getting married and will be very busy these next few days with wedding photos."

"marry?"

"Yes, there are still more than two weeks left. At that time, the husband will take his wife back to London to register their marriage."

Tang Sirou blinked, clearly not having reacted yet.

She leaned forward uncertainly and asked in a very low voice, "Shouldn't you and your wife be quite old? How come... you only got married now?"

Could it be his second or third marriage?

The sudden, close-up scent of a young girl made Tang Yi momentarily dazed.

He covered his mouth and coughed lightly to hide his unnatural expression.

He also understood what she was thinking and found it somewhat amusing. "Your wife is only two years older than you, but she doesn't know that she has a heart problem. You must keep this a secret, understand?"

"I understand." Tang Sirou smiled shyly, but couldn't help asking again, "And what about the gentleman? Is he the same age as the lady?"

Without thinking much, Tang Yi reached out and flicked her nose.

"The gentleman is a few years older than the lady, but you should be able to attend their wedding, since the ceremony is being held in London. Okay, go to your room first, take a shower and change your clothes. I'll take you for a walk around the manor area later."

"Okay, Brother Yi."

Watching the girl cautiously ascend the stairs, Tang Yi smiled slightly and walked out of the villa in the back garden.

***

Meanwhile, in the president's office of the Mu Group.

After the morning meeting ended, Si Chengxiao called Gong Ze over.

He leaned back in his swivel chair, his gaze lingering on the man sitting on the sofa playing on his phone. "You rushed out last night and didn't come back for a long time. Did you go to the West Suburbs Manor?"

Miyazawa suddenly stopped shaking his leg. "Yes, but I saw you were busy in the study last night, so I didn't disturb you. Besides, he was in a hurry, so I didn't dare to delay you any longer."

"Who's sick again?"

"Besides your brother's most cherished wife, who else could it be?"

Upon hearing this, Si Chengxiao frowned.

He pursed his lips, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke, "Miss Shang?"

“Yes.” Miyazawa’s expression also turned serious. “I was quite surprised to learn that she has a congenital heart condition.”

"She actually has a heart condition."

"Well, you know that people with this disease won't live long even after a heart transplant, and they can't have children. I think you don't need to target the Eus Group at all. After all, your brother has no heir, so you are the only candidate."

Si Tingye sat up straight and fell into deep thought.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, "So you were called over last night because Miss Shang had a heart attack?"

"Yes, I heard that Tang Yi has already gone out to find a suitable heart donor. We should have good news soon, but..."

"But what?"

Miyazawa blinked, and the smile on his face suddenly became a little smug. "But I came up with a great idea for your brother yesterday, a way for them to have a child together."