Xia Yihan was almost taking a leap of faith. If he insisted, she would not sacrifice her body; she could only leave. This sentence, though not quite adequate, truly made her immensely grateful. Regardless, she could continue to stay. She only hoped that the person she was supposed to meet would arrive sooner, so she wouldn't have to tremble in fear beside this difficult Mr. Ye, as if walking on thin ice. Xia Yihan followed his steps along the corridor to the last room, where he stood with his hands in his pockets, waiting for her to open the door. She lowered her head to twist the metal doorknob and said softly, 'Please come in, Mr. Ye!' He stepped into the bedroom expressionlessly, and Xia Yihan followed with a hint of nervousness. His bedroom was different from the opulent European style dominated by gold on the outside; it was dimly lit, with walls papered entirely in dark purple-black, giving off a gloomy atmosphere. The bedroom was expansive, with a bed at least two meters wide, and the bedding was also predominantly black. The only source of light in the room came from a crystal chandelier above the bed, even the base of which was black. Seeing the somber layout of the bedroom, Xia Yihan seemed to understand the reason behind Mr. Ye's inexplicable behavior. 'Close the door!' he ordered in a deep voice. Xia Yihan subconsciously bit her lip again but still turned to close the door. She dared not look at him, and without giving any further instructions, he headed straight for a door in the corner of the bedroom. She guessed he was going to take a shower and probably expected her to follow and attend to him, so she silently followed his steps, only to have him coldly dismiss her with, 'Don't come in.'

She was overjoyed and immediately halted her steps. During the intervals of his bathing, she didn't know what to do, nor did she understand how to stand guard in someone's bedroom at night—perhaps like the palace maids keeping vigil in ancient imperial courts? She stood there, her gaze drawn to the two photos placed on his bedside table. Upon closer inspection, one photo was taken at the Forbidden City and seemed to be quite old, with slightly yellowed edges. The little boy in the photo, possibly surnamed Ye, had a innocent childlike smile on his face, and a woman was affectionately embracing him, presumably his mother. The other was a recent photo, with the same people but set against the backdrop of Prague Square, a place Xia Yihan longed for deeply in her heart. In this photo, he had his lips tightly pursed, not a hint of a smile on his face, yet his mother's affectionate expression remained. Xia Yihan stared at the photos, wondering: Why were there only photos of him and his mother? Could it be that he didn't get along with his father? Then, what about her... As she was thinking this, she suddenly felt a warm breath by her ear, and his voice softly sounded: "Interested in these? They're just mother and son photos." Xia Yihan was startled, then quickly calmed herself and explained in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I just didn't know what to do here, so I took a casual look." ... Ye Zimo's expression was one of disbelief, but he didn't say anything, just pointed to the sofa at the end of the bed and said, "Sleep!"

He didn't say what he was going to do that evening, and she always felt that perhaps he was just doing this to watch her suffer at the hands of those women tomorrow. They would surely not let her down; if he insisted on torturing a woman for his own amusement, she would not let him down either. She lay down on the sofa, and he lay down on his spacious bed. They had only just met a couple of days ago, and now they were sharing a room in such a strange way. Perhaps he was accustomed to having people serve him, but she was still not used to being in such close proximity to a strange man. He was like a demon, making her feel like a cat that had caught a mouse, playing with her in every possible way. Was it really that interesting? Ye Zimo, who appeared to be sound asleep, was actually very alert, quietly paying attention to her every move. He knew that his father's opponent, the president of the provincial chamber of commerce, would plant people around him. Their purpose was to gather evidence that could be used against his father, to bring him down. From the video, he had already confirmed that the person planted here was the woman sleeping on the sofa, because she did not look like an ordinary woman, unlike Fang Lina, who would get close to him in order to marry into a wealthy family. Throughout the night, he gave no orders, and Xia Yihan still kept her spirits up, not daring to sleep, dozing off only when she was really tired. After dawn, Ye Zimo got up to wash up, and she realized that he actually didn't like being served by others when there weren't many people around. Following him, she really seemed superfluous, with nothing to do at all. "Mr. Ye, we are about to gather soon, may I go back to the workers' district?" she asked softly. "No!" He was doing this on purpose!

Why do these official's children provoke such hatred? She could only follow him, wait for him to finish washing up, and then go to the gym with him. At six o'clock, at the entrance of the workers' district, all the maids gathered. The butler asked Xia Yihan where she had gone with a dark face, and Zhao Tianai said in a strange voice, "Don't know, she hasn't come back all night, maybe she went out for something last night." Not coming back all night was explosive news, and Fang Lina and Sun Mengmeng secretly guessed what had happened. Under the leadership of the butler, they still followed the old rules and lined up to go to the gym. As soon as the group stepped through the door, they happened to hear Ye Zimo speaking to Xia Yihan, his voice not too loud or too soft, just loud enough for everyone to hear clearly. "You're okay, but don't come to my bedroom without my orders in the future." Oh my goodness! The three jealous women immediately felt a burning rage in their hearts, wishing they could pounce on her and tear her apart to vent their anger. Even though Xia Yihan had anticipated that he would throw her back into the midst of these hungry lions, hearing him say it herself, she still felt indescribably wronged and distressed. Ye Zimo's tone was very cold, sounding angry, and the butler hurriedly stepped forward to scold Xia Yihan to calm his anger. "How dare you! I..." He didn't know whether he wanted her to pack up and leave or to stay, he was uncertain in his heart. While hesitating, Fang Lina stepped forward and said, "Let me help you teach her a lesson!" As she spoke, she had already reached out her hand, swinging it towards Xia Yihan's delicate face.