Mr. Satan, let's meet tonight!

"..."

“Since I took over the family business, you are the first person to disobey me.”

Upon hearing this, Hall knelt down with a loud thud.

Unlike the comfortable bedrooms, the dining room floor is covered with hard, solid tiles.

That loud sound was enough to show how much force he used.

"Sir, spare me! I... I was just following the old man's orders. If it were any other socialite, it would be one thing, but Miss Shang's status is too low; she's not worthy to be by your side. I did this for the sake of the Si family's future bloodline, sir..."

The words stopped abruptly.

Si Tingye looked down at him, his deep and unfathomable gaze inspiring fear.

The gun barrel was pressed against Hall's temple once again, and slowly moved downwards.

Hall panicked and began to beg for mercy, his words becoming increasingly incoherent.

"Sir, I was wrong, I was wrong! Please spare me, sir!"

"Please forgive me this time, and I will never report your affair with Miss Shang to the old gentleman again."

"Please, spare my life, considering that I have dedicated half my life to the Si family. Even if I haven't made any great contributions, I have certainly put in a lot of hard work."

Shang Xi stared blankly at the scene, but the image of being shot to death by Gu Dai'er in her previous life kept flashing through her mind.

Her hands trembled uncontrollably from intense hatred.

Si Tingye happened to catch a glimpse of her like this out of the corner of his eye, and assumed that she was afraid because it was the first time she had seen a gun.

He subtly moved his body, blocking Shang Xi's view.

A gunshot rang out, echoing throughout the entire manor.

A few seconds later.

Hall clutched his left knee and collapsed to the ground.

He endured the excruciating pain and mumbled, "Thank you for sparing my life, sir."

The bullet pierced his knee, and he knew his leg would be useless for the rest of his life, but thankfully he survived.

Si Tingye tossed the gun to Yin Xiu and said indifferently, "No one is allowed to treat his injuries without my permission."

Shang Xi pursed her lips and quietly watched the man walk straight up to her.

"Let's go out for dinner."

"it is good."

-

Looking at the buildings rushing past outside the car window, Shang Xi finally looked away and gazed at the man beside her who was resting with his eyes closed.

She called softly, "Mr. Si."

Si Tingye slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at her. "What is it?"

"I still owe you an answer from the previous phone call. I've remembered everything you said, and I won't ask any more questions in the future."

"Ah."

"Just...your body?"

Just before leaving the house, Shang Xi saw the man open the medicine bottle and swallow a pill.

This shows that he really does have a health problem.

Upon hearing this, Si Tingye simply said, "It's just an old ailment, nothing serious."

Based on her memories from her previous life, Shang Xi vaguely remembered that the Mu family in the capital was famous for its medicine.

Miss Mu, whom I've never met before, seems to know a great deal about the man's condition.

But why did the man act so unfamiliar with her?

and also……

Yesterday at MG, what exactly did Mu Sichen mean by saying, "My heart died fourteen years ago"?

Fourteen years ago, he was just an eleven-year-old boy.

The man harbored far more secrets than she had imagined.

Shang Xi was still lost in thought when Si Tingye suddenly pulled her into his arms.

They straddled each other, in the same intimate position as last night.

The man slowly removed his white gloves, his fingers twirling a strand of her curly hair.

He parted his thin lips slightly, his tone flat, "First time seeing a gun, scared?"