Thinking that Ivy is really something. She presents one image on the surface but has a completely different set of actions. She told him not to interfere with her affairs, so can't she manage herself and stay out of his business? Oh well, it's just a blind date, right? It's not like he hasn't been on blind dates before. He can just delete her later. So, he took the initiative to show his Line QR code to Krystal. "Hello, I'm Dom." Although Krystal lived in City G, she had heard a lot of gossip from the upper-class society. Among these, she admired Cato Alter the most and detested Dom the most. Unexpectedly, the person she admired introduced her to the person she detested the most. Krystal rolled her eyes, sighing at the uselessness of men. "No need to add Line." Krystal, now feeling consecutive blows, was not in the mood. Seeing Dom's impatient expression, she couldn't help but mock, "I'm afraid I'll be deleted by you later." Krystal felt quite pleased with herself. Better to be a woman who doesn't add him on Line than risk being deleted later. She thought about this and relished in her sense of superiority. Dom was experiencing rejection for the first time. With his looks and background, which woman wouldn't eagerly add him on Line? What kind of person was Krystal that she didn't give him face? The more Dom thought about it, the angrier he became. In frustration, he downed a glass of water. Krystal, however, was not interested in getting close to him. In her social circle, this guy had a terrible reputation; he was just a complete idiot. "Shawn, why do they seem like they're about to fight?" Ivy whispered to Shawn. His eyebrows furrowed, and he too sensed that something was off. Dom had come in specifically for him, but in just a few minutes, a confrontation had arisen between the men and women. "Shawn, I have something to attend to at home. I'll leave first." Krystal picked up her bag and spoke without giving Shawn a chance to stop her. She rushed out. Ah, this... Ivy was speechless.The husband and wife watched Krystal leave, then turned their gaze to their uncooperative brother. She left first, and now she understood why Dom couldn't find a girlfriend. With this temper, no amount of money could help. Recalling the first time she and Shawn went on a blind date, although he was puzzled by her behavior, he was polite and well-mannered. Her Shawn was truly wonderful. Dom, unafraid, faced the scrutinizing gazes of the two. Seeing Ivy smiling as if she were immersed in something extraordinary, he suddenly sat up and fired at Shawn. "Shawn, I'm Ivy's older brother. Shouldn't you call me 'brother'?" Indeed, the next moment, Shawn's pupils shook. His gaze had almost torn Dom apart. Unhurriedly, Dom began to enjoy his tea, seemingly oblivious to the recent episode with Krystal. Ivy looked at Shawn. Though she didn't understand why he was so resistant, she followed the principle that harmony at home leads to success outside. She whispered, "Shawn, why don't you call him 'brother' like me?" Shawn: "..." The corner of his eye glanced at Dom, who was leisurely sipping his tea. Shawn's heart sank. "Shawn..." Ivy vaguely sensed why Shawn was so unwilling. This seemed to be some strange aura between men, suppressing each other upon first meeting. Thinking of this, she whispered, "I know you're strong, but just like how you treat Cato Alter, he's your boss at work, and you have to show respect. Similarly, we, the Livingston family, my grandfather, my brother, we're all family. Family members don't need to vie for who's stronger, right?" "You're right." Shawn, unable to resist another round of strategies, smiled and asked Ivy, "Then, can you compensate me by kissing me?" "Of course." Ivy didn't hesitate, giving him a peck on the lips. Shawn didn't hold back either. With a slight smile, he said, "Brother, I'm Ivy's husband, Shawn Dyxon Tate. Nice to meet you." Dom: "...""Let's eat," Dom reluctantly called out. He thought the competition for the night had silently come to an end, but little did he know, this was just the appetizer. Every minute, every second that followed, Dom wanted to escape. Because he was astonished to find that Shawn, the show-off, was constantly displaying affection. A man who dominated the business world was now playing the role of a vulnerable group at the dinner table. How was this possible? Were his hands disabled too? Was he unable to even pick up food? Why did Ivy have to feed him? "Why don't you give this dish a try, Ivy?" Shawn pointed to the chilled ribs on Dom's side, the provocation evident. Ivy felt that Shawn had been wronged tonight, so she smiled gently and was about to get up to feed him. However, unexpectedly, Dom waved his hand and said, "I'll do it." With a smile, Dom picked up a ribs and said, "I'll feed Shawn." As he stood up and approached Shawn with the ribs, Ivy watched the brotherly scene with satisfaction. Unexpectedly, just as the ribs was about to be delivered to Shawn's plate, Dom's spoon slipped, and the ribs landed directly on Shawn's collar, sliding down his chest. Shawn instantly felt a chill to the bone. "I'm really sorry, that was my mistake," Dom said. "Let me wipe it for you." "No need." Shawn coldly refused, summoning the waiter who was waiting outside. "Could you please take me to the restroom?" "Of course, Mr. Tate." With a calm demeanor, the waiter approached Shawn and pushed his wheelchair outside. In the meantime, he received Dom's sharp gaze but remained composed, acting as if he had done nothing wrong. As the two left, Dom couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Brother, you're too much," Ivy spoke up.Dom was taken aback, somewhat puzzled. "How am I too much?" "Shawn is not in good condition, and he called you 'brother.' Couldn't you treat him a bit better?" Dom was speechless. Wasn't he treating everyone well? That man had been flaunting his love all night. However, a terrifying thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and the words he wanted to say to refute it were stuck at the tip of his tongue. Indeed, Shawn and Ivy were the married couple. Tonight, in everyone's eyes, he seemed like a difficult brother deliberately making things hard for his brother-in-law. Realizing this, Dom suddenly felt a wave of frustration. He didn't want to embarrass himself further here, so he stood up and said, "There's something at the company; I have to leave." "Brother..." Ivy wanted to persuade him, but after a moment of thought, she gave up. The night had been tense and chaotic. "Be careful on your way, brother." Dom looked at her deeply, sighed, and said after a while, "When you're ready to leave, tell the driver, and he'll pick you up. We'll meet in City S." "Okay." As Dom left the private room, he saw Shawn's assistant pushing him out from the restroom. Due to the cleaning of the oil stains, the man's collar was wet, and upon seeing Dom, Shawn's expression darkened a few more degrees. "Leaving?" he asked. Dom replied, "There's something at the branch that needs handling." "Alright, take care." Surprisingly, there was no argument between them. Shawn believed that Dom was a smart person, and after tonight's dinner, he should understand Ivy's intentions better than anyone else. "You should find an opportunity to be honest with her soon," Dom said in a deep voice. "She's different from other women; she doesn't care about the extravagance of wealthy families." Shawn, annoyed, retorted, "How do you know she doesn't care?"Dom naturally wouldn't mention their heated argument in the car. He just replied with an expression of gloominess, "She's special." Special... Look, look, how easily misunderstood that statement could be! Shawn rubbed his temples, forcing himself to suppress his anger and not explode. "Ivy is my wife. So, please, play the role of a good brother. You've crossed the line." Dom, a momentary flash of surprise in his eyes, quickly regained composure. He didn't respond to Shawn's words, just turned and left. Shawn punched the cotton with all his might, feeling deeply stifled. ***