He actually remembered her name, which was not what Song Wanting had expected when she asked. Indeed, when had he ever taken a maid out? Being brought out by him alone was already extraordinary. Song Wanting generously smiled at Xia Yihan and said to her in the tone of the hostess, 'Miss Xia, please have a seat, don't be too restrained when you're out having fun.' Ye Zimo indifferently said, 'You sit down, don't flatter her, she's just a maid.' Hai Zhixuan glanced at Xia Yihan unobtrusively, wondering if Ye Zimo's words had hurt her. Xia Yihan hung her head low, standing not far behind Ye Zimo, her fair face with a faint blush, it was unclear whether it was due to the heat or embarrassment. Song Wanting stopped being polite and sat down in the chair next to Ye Zimo, pouring him a cup of tea with her own hands. Ye Zimo took a sip of the tea she offered, and a sweet smile appeared on her lips as she leaned her head closer to him and said softly, 'When will you come to our house for a casual meal? My dad says playing chess with you is the most thrilling, and my mom also wants to meet you.' Ye Zimo gently put down the teacup, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth, 'Only your parents miss me?' 'You!' Song Wanting's face suddenly turned beet red. She missed him, day and night, all the time. Ye Zimo was like a cloud that could not be caught in the sky, she occasionally felt that he liked her, but more often she felt he was out of reach. 'Will you go or not?' Seeing that he was in a good mood, Song Wanting coquettishly tugged at his arm. 'It depends on your performance tonight!'

Such a direct hint made Song Wanting's face turn even redder. They had shared an intimate moment, but even in bed, he was like an emperor, never speaking so explicitly. Is this the Ye Zimo she knows? Hai Zhixuan coughed lightly, and Ye Zimo seemed to just remember him, asking, 'Why didn't Pan Yu come?' 'She's throwing a tantrum, complaining that I don't spend enough time with her.' 'By the way, Young Master Ye, I would like to ask you for a small favor.' 'It's rare for Young Master Hai to ask, so go ahead, I might not be able to help though,' Ye Zimo replied with a teasing tone while taking a sip of tea. 'The day after tomorrow is Pan Yu's birthday, and I want to buy her some clothes. The Miss Xia you brought today seems to have a similar figure. I was wondering if it would be convenient to ask her to help pick and try them on tomorrow?' Another private exchange, Mr. Hai, do you have to be so obvious? Ye Zimo sneered inwardly, his face expressionless, and casually asked Xia Yihan, 'Did you hear what Mr. Hai said?' 'Yes, Mr. Ye, I did, and I will follow Mr. Ye's orders.' Hai Zhixuan also took a sip of tea and slowly said, 'If it's inconvenient, just pretend I didn't say anything.' 'What's inconvenient about that? Didn't I tell you last time? If you want her, I'll give her to you. She's quite attractive, and it's okay to use her for a bit of relaxation now and then.'

Xia Yihan's hand quietly tightened, trembling slightly, her face uncontrollably blushing. She lowered her head even more, not wanting anyone to see how humiliated and embarrassed she was. As Xia Yihan was tormented by the feeling of humiliation, Song Wanting felt a greater sense of crisis. Ye Zimo has always been indifferent to women, and it seems that there is no woman who can truly catch his eye and arouse his interest. Even she, Song Wanting, with her clever little mouth, sparing no effort to please him, rarely sees his smile. How could he speak such disrespectful words to a woman he doesn't care about? There is only one possibility...