Holding Jiu Jiu's hand, Xia Yihan smiled and reassured her, 'It's okay, it looks scary but the wound is actually very shallow, it will heal soon.' 'Yihan!' 'Where do you get off talking here? Go stand over there!' The butler barked at Jiu Jiu as he approached her. 'Go on,' Xia Yihan said softly. 'Yihan, go wash your hands, don't keep Mr. Ye waiting.' The butler was very polite to Xia Yihan in front of Ye Zimo, her wrist injury had somewhat appeased him, but if she were to die right now, he would be even happier. The severity of her injury suggested that the Crown Prince didn't think much of her, as he didn't even allow her to get it bandaged. Anyway, he wouldn't take any more risks; better safe than sorry. 'Yes!' Xia Yihan returned to her room with Zhao Tianai, gritted her teeth, and endured the pain to wash the wound clean under the tap, relieved that it had stopped bleeding. She had no other clothes to change into, but fortunately her uniform was ready, so she put on the well-fitted uniform dress and returned to the hall. Ye Zimo was reading the newspaper again, and only when the butler respectfully said, 'Mr. Ye, Xia Yihan is here,' did he look up indifferently and say, 'Let's go!' The butler ordered the driver to position the car, and a blue Bentley silently glided to a stop at the main entrance. Xia Yihan didn't know where Ye Zimo was taking her, nor did she have the right to ask; she just lowered her head and followed behind him. Fang Lina, Zhao Tianai, and Sun Mengmeng had just taken a breath of relief when they began to envy Xia Yihan for having the chance to go out with the Crown Prince. The limited space in the car, wasn't this an opportunity for more intimacy? Damn it!

She was always so lucky. The butler bent down to open the car door for Ye Zimo, and he elegantly got inside. "Mr. Ye, should we ask Yi Han to sit here?" the butler asked. Ye Zimo didn't speak, which was taken as consent. The butler glanced at Xia Yihan and gestured for her to get into the car. The butler arranged for another security guard to sit in the passenger seat to protect Ye Zimo's safety. After closing all the doors, the car left the Ye residence. The interior of the car was unusually quiet, which Xia Yihan was accustomed to. Ye Zimo's tall frame occupied a lot of space. She crossed her legs and tried to move closer to the door, making sure not to touch him. She had actually left the house; she truly wished she could come and go freely at the Ye residence. Tomorrow was Xiao Jun's memorial day, and she wished she could ask the man surnamed Ye for a day off to mourn him, but it was impossible for him to approve. Ye Zimo had his eyes closed, casually leaning back in the seat as if Xia Yihan didn't exist at all. However, the driver and the security guard in front took advantage of his closed eyes to steal glances at Xia Yihan through the rearview mirror from time to time. Such a beautiful little face, anyone who didn't sneak a peek couldn't be considered a man. Just as the two wereI'm glad he can sleep now，When you can take a second look，Suddenly, I heard him say a very faint sentence：“you two，I don't want to do it anymore？” When I said that，He's still closing his eyes，Just the sound carries the intimidating power of a king，Don't mention the two parties who were mentioned，It was Xia Yihan next to him who heard his words，My heart also trembled。 “Mr. Ye，I'm sorry！ they were rejoicing that Ye Zimo was asleep and they could take a few more glances, when suddenly they heard him say very calmly, "Are you two planning not to work anymore?" 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 being addressed, even Xia Yihan, who was sitting beside him, felt a chill upon hearing his words. "Mr. Ye, I'm sorry!"

The driver and the security guard said in unison. He didn't make a sound anymore, and they didn't dare to look at Xia Yihan again, but they wondered to themselves why the young master was so petty this time, considering he had many beauties sitting in his back seat 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 is the tallest building in Dongjiang Province, and the Di Hao Club on the top floor is the most luxurious club in the entire province. Its reputation is not only within Dongjiang Province but can be said to have an influence across the country, with many ambassadors to China being members here. The entire Di Hao Building is just a small property under Ye Zimo's name, and only the insiders know that the club is a leisure place for many political and business celebrities. The annual membership fee is staggeringly high, and it's not something you can just buy your way into; those without the right status are politely refused entry. The club's service staff are well-trained. As soon as Ye Zimo appeared, everyone quickly formed a line without any organization, silently and then a uniform greeting arose: 'Good day, Mr. Ye!' The voices were sweet, appropriately loud, and very pleasant to hear. Xia Yihan thought that their standard of greeting was already very high, but compared to here, it was nothing but child's play. Ye Zimo remained expressionless as the service staff respectfully led him and Xia Yihan to a door with exquisite ancient carvings and said softly, 'Please come in, Mr. Ye! Mr. Hai and Miss Song have already arrived!'

By this point, Xia Yihan had no idea why Ye Zimo had brought her here, but since she was already here, 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 'Come in!' did she softly open the door and invite Ye Zimo and Xia Yihan inside. As soon as they entered, the figure of Pingting, dressed in a light apricot-colored 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 cunning apricot eyes. Song Wanting also sized up Xia Yihan, noticing that she was wearing an ordinary dress with almost no decoration, and her ink-black straight hair was casually tucked behind her ears. Her face was completely bare-faced, yet so delicately beautiful that it took one's breath away. Xia Yihan politely nodded and smiled at her, but since she didn't know how to address her and didn't dare to speak casually, she just smiled without saying a word. 'Zimo, which family's daughter is this?' Song Wanting stepped forward and hooked her arm around Ye Zimo's elbow, asking softly, a hint of jealousy flashing in her eyes. Song Wanting's father was the Vice 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 wanted to become his legal wife one day, she must be tolerant. 'A servant!'

Ye Zimo seemed reluctant to say much, yet he didn't shake off her arm, allowing her to hug 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?' 'Yeah!' Ye Zimo snorted softly and sat down in front of the quaint table. 'Zimo, the servants have names, right? If you don't tell me, I don't know how to greet them,' Song Wanting said, not sitting down but standing obediently beside him, her voice soft and gentle. 'Do you think I would remember the names of the servants?' Ye Zimo said with a sarcastic curl of his lips. 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 revealed a hint of a smile, saying indifferently, 'Her name is Xia Yihan.'