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 said indifferently, 'You sit down, don't flatter her, she's just a maid.' Hai Zhixuan glanced at Xia Yihan subtly, 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 over to our house for a casual meal? My dad says playing chess with you is the most thrilling, and my mom also wants to see 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 couldn't 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 knew? Hai Zhixuan coughed lightly, and it was as if Ye Zimo had just remembered 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 to hers. I was wondering if it would be convenient to ask her to help pick and try some 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,' she replied. Hai Zhixuan also took a sip of tea and said slowly, 'If it's inconvenient, just consider I never mentioned it.' 'What's inconvenient about that? Didn't I tell you last time? If you want her, I'll give her to you. She's fairly attractive, and it's okay to use her for some relaxation now and then.'

Xia Yihan's hand clenched quietly, trembling slightly, her face uncontrollably flushing red. 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 crisis even more acutely. Ye Zimo had always been indifferent to women; it seemed as if there was no woman who could truly catch his interest and enter his eyes. Even she, Song Wanting, with her clever little mouth, had made great efforts to please him, yet rarely saw his smile. How could he speak such disrespectful words to a woman he didn't care about? There was only one possibility... She smiled appropriately and said softly, 'Zimo, I promised Pan Yu to keep an eye on Hai Zhi Xuan. With me here, even if he has the thief's heart, he won't have the thief's courage.' Hai Zhi Xuan had already noticed Xia Yihan's situation from the corner of his eye and also chuckled, 'I just need her to help try on clothes, I have no other thoughts at all. I will have the driver send her back before five o'clock in the afternoon.' Ye Zimo didn't speak anymore, just lowered his head to drink tea. For the rest of the time, no one mentioned Xia Yihan's incident, and she slowly recovered from the embarrassing situation. Most of the time, Hai Zhi Xuan and Song Wanting chatted, and Ye Zimo hardly spoke. At the end of the afternoon gathering, Song Wanting linked her arm with Ye Zimo's and said softly, 'Come to our house for dinner!' 'Come to mine.'

Ye Zimo spoke softly. Song Wanting's face immediately brightened with joy, and even though she was usually very dignified, she couldn't hide her excited feelings at this moment. It was known that Ye Zimo never brought women home to spend the night; he usually resolved his physical needs in the presidential suites of star-rated hotels, and being intimate with her was no exception. She always felt a sense of humiliation, thinking that as the daughter of the Deputy Secretary of the Provincial Committee, doing such things with him in a hotel was beneath her. She longed for the day when she could walk into his home and be close to his world, just like an ordinary man's girlfriend. And now, she had finally reached that day. She tried to appear calm, linked her arm with Ye Zimo's, leaned her head on his shoulder, and said even more softly, 'Okay!' 'Zimo, at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, my driver will go to pick up Miss Xia. Thank you.' 'Hmm.' Ye Zimo grunted, and entered the elevator with Song Wanting, while Xia Yihan followed silently behind them, head bowed. As the car approached the Ye residence, the security guard ahead sent a message, informing Mr. Ye that he was about to return, accompanied by Miss Song. Song Wanting and Hai Zhixuan received equal treatment when they arrived; the dishes were very rich, and Ye Zimo's attitude towards her wasn't cold. She thought he would take her around the villa to see the sights, but he didn't; he just had a meal with her. During the meal, the butler came forward and asked, 'Mr. Ye, should we prepare a guest room for Miss Song?' The reason for asking was that Ye Zimo indeed had never brought a woman home for dinner alone before. The butler also knew about the relationship between Song Wanting and Ye Zimo, and thought that since she was brought back, she should be staying overnight. 'No need.'

Ye Zimo only answered with two words. Song Wanting's face turned a bit red, as she thought Ye Zimo's implied answer was for her to sleep in the master bedroom with him. The smile on her lips hadn't faded yet when she heard Ye Zimo instruct the butler: 'Prepare a car, I'm going out with Miss Song.' 'Yes, Mr. Ye!' Song Wanting's smile stiffened for a moment, then she forced herself to calm down. If she wanted an ordinary man, or even an outstanding man, she had plenty of choices. The problem was that she wanted the most extraordinary man in the world, so she had to be patient. She believed that one day, he would say to her with deep affection, 'Wanting, be my wife.'