As he spoke, his eyes were still closed, and even his voice carried the intimidating presence of a king. Not to mention the two people involved, even Xia Yihan, who was standing by, felt a chill in her heart. "Mr. Ye, I'm sorry!" the driver and the security guard said in unison. He didn't make another sound, and they dared not look at Xia Yihan anymore, but they wondered to themselves why the young master was so petty this time, considering he had many beautiful women in the back seat of his car before, and it wasn't their first time sneaking a peek. The Bentley sedan entered the underground parking lot of the Di Hao Building, and the security guard opened the door for Ye Zimo, with Xia Yihan getting out of the car behind him. There was a dedicated VIP passage in the parking lot, leading directly to the top floor of the 48-story Di Hao Building. The Di Hao Building was the tallest building in Dongjiang Province, and the Di Hao Club on the top floor was the most luxurious club in the entire province. Its reputation was not only within Dongjiang Province but could be said to have an influence across the country, with many ambassadors to China being members here. The entire Di Hao Building was just a small property under Ye Zimo's name, and only the insiders knew that the club was a leisure place for many political and business celebrities. The annual membership fee was staggering, and it wasn't something you could just buy your way into; those without the right status were politely refused entry. The club's service staff were well-trained, and as soon as Ye Zimo appeared, they quickly formed a line without any organization, silently and then a uniform greeting arose: "Hello, Mr. Ye!"

The voice was sweet, of moderate volume, and very pleasant to listen to. Xia Yihan thought their standard of greeting was already quite high, but compared to this place, it was merely child's play. Ye Zimo remained expressionless throughout. As the service staff respectfully led him and Xia Yihan to a door adorned with ancient carvings, he bent down and whispered, 'Mr. Ye, please come in! Mr. Hai and Miss Song have already arrived!' By this point, Xia Yihan didn't know why Ye Zimo had brought her here, but since she was there, she decided to make the best of it and follow his instructions. The waiter gently knocked on the door, and only after hearing Hai Zhixuan's steady 'Please come in!' did he softly open the door, inviting Ye Zimo and Xia Yihan to enter. As soon as they entered, the figure of Pingting, dressed in a light apricot dress, had already briskly walked up to them. A gentle greeting sounded in their ears: 'Zimo, you're here! Is it hot?' Xia Yihan looked up and saw a very delicate face with round, lively, and mischievous apricot eyes. Song Wanting also took a glance at Xia Yihan, noticing her simple dress with almost no decoration, and her ink-black hair casually tucked behind her ears. Her face was completely bare-faced, yet so exquisitely beautiful that it took one's breath away. Xia Yihan politely nodded and smiled at her, not knowing how to address her and not daring to speak casually, so she just smiled without saying a word. 'Zimo, which family's daughter is this?'

Song Wanting stepped forward and wrapped her arm around Ye Zimo's elbow, asking softly with a fleeting hint of jealousy in her eyes. Song Wanting's father was the Deputy Chairman of the Provincial Committee of Dongjiang Province, and he often admonished her that men, especially those with power and influence, could not possibly have only one woman for a lifetime. For someone like Ye Zimo, a dragon among men, she should not even think about monopolizing him. If she ever wanted to become his legal wife, she must be tolerant. "A servant!" Ye Zimo seemed reluctant to say more, but he did not shake off her arm either, allowing her to cling to him as they walked towards Hai Zhixuan. Hai Zhixuan had already seen Xia Yihan behind Ye Zimo, but he acted as if he hadn't, standing up to greet only Ye Zimo. "You're here?" "Yes!" Ye Zimo grunted softly and sat down at the quaint table. "Zimo, servants have names too, right? If you don't tell me, I won't know how to greet them," Song Wanting said without sitting down, standing obediently by his side with her voice gentle and soft. "Do you think I would remember the name of a servant?" Ye Zimo curled his lips in mockery. Song Wanting pouted and smiled, "Of course you would. You have such a good memory, what's there that you can't remember?" Her flattery seemed just right, and Ye Zimo rarely showed a hint of a smile, saying indifferently, "Her name is Xia Yihan."