At 2:30 in the afternoon, Ye Zimo finished his nap, and all the maids gathered in the hall, waiting to see him out. Ye Zimo, dressed neatly and pursing his lips, came out of the bedroom. As he walked to the hall, the security guard at the door reported to the butler through the earpiece. "Reporting to the butler! The singing diva Yi Bing is at the door, clamoring to see Mr. Ye. She says she loves Mr. Ye! And she also said that if she's not allowed to meet him, she'll kneel here and not leave, even if she gets sunburned to death!" "Understood! I'll report to Mr. Ye right away, wait for my reply."

After the butler finished speaking, he walked up to Ye Zimo and respectfully repeated the security guard's words. Last time, Yi Bing had pulled a similar stunt, threatening Ye Zimo on the rooftop of a twenty-something-story building, saying she would jump if he didn't marry her. Ye Zimo had only given her a cold response with two words: 'Jump then.' How could Yi Bing bear to give up her soaring fame? She naturally didn't jump, and afterward, she hinted at Ye Zimo's ruthlessness in public interviews, hoping to put pressure on him. Who knew that from then on, she wouldn't even be able to see his face. Today, she finally found out where the young master lived and deliberately chose to come when it was hottest, hoping he would soften his heart and change his mind. Just as Ye Zimo was about to walk in front of Xia Yihan, his gaze fell on her sunburned red cheeks, and he suddenly smiled faintly. The maids were immediately infatuated by his elegant smile, not knowing what to do, while Xia Yihan didn't know what this unfathomable man's smile meant and hurriedly lowered her head. Ye Zimo took a step towards her, and Xia Yihan once again felt that intense pressure. 'You, go and drive the woman outside away, no matter what method or excuse you use. Remember, if she doesn't leave, you will.' No wonder he smiled; he must find it amusing to treat her like this. In the past, it was always the butler and those women who asked her to leave, while Ye Zimo kept her there. This time he personally said it, and if she failed to complete the task, she would truly be swept out the door. She had no choice but to face this challenge. She raised her head, looked into Ye Zimo's profound eyes, and firmly said, 'Yes, Mr. Ye! I promise to complete the task!'

"Let her through!" Ye Zimo ordered the butler. The butler spoke into his earpiece: "Xia Yihan will arrive at the gate soon, let her through. Mr. Ye said that if she can drive Yi Bing away, she can come back. If not, don't let her in." Ye Zimo's face showed no expression, as if he did not oppose the butler's statement, leaving no room for retreat this time. "Mr. Ye, I would like to borrow something!" "Speak!" After Xia Yihan mentioned what she wanted to borrow, everyone gasped, even the butler's eyebrows unconsciously furrowed. Fang Lina, Zhao Tianai, and Sun Mengmeng showed smug smiles after their surprise, while Jiu Jiu and Liu Xiaojiao looked solemn. Only Ye Zimo remained extremely indifferent, with no change in his expression. "Butler, go get it for her!" he said indifferently. The butler acknowledged and secretly felt relieved; this time, it was not his fault. The heavy iron gate opened, and Xia Yihan stepped out slowly, standing in front of the widely known beautiful woman, hands behind her back, sizing her up. The diva Yi Bing looked at Xia Yihan with a proud expression and asked arrogantly, "A maid, right? Did the Crown Prince send you to invite me in?" Although she felt that she could not compare to the woman before her in terms of beauty, she had fame, and men liked famous women, so she clearly still had an advantage in front of this plain woman. Xia Yihan smiled slightly and asked her, "Do you think the Crown Prince would invite you in? Does he like you?" "Of course he does, we are so harmonious, how could he not like me?"

Yi Bing's acting skills are superb; although she feels uncertain inside, there is still a hint of truth when she says this. 'Then why did he make you stand here in the sun and not invite you in?' Xia Yihan asked indifferently. Her tone was light, yet it precisely hit Yi Bing's sore spot. 'You—' She uttered the word 'you' with a snort, then arrogantly tilted her chin up and said, 'So what if the Crown Prince doesn't like me that much? Don't tell me he would like you!'