The man had just stepped down from the car, dressed in a black suit.
The suit accentuated his already tall and slender fra, making it even more upright and smooth. His shoulders were straight, and his lips held a languid curve, exuding a wild yet charming aura. His peach blossom eyes were subtly smiling, radiating a mature yet restrained air.
A suit that was both formal and unruly, it was her first ti seeing him in one.
Indeed, he possessed a superior and noble deanor, like a stray noble young master of a prominent family, with an air both aloof and unrestrained.
The night was dark, and the neon lights behind him cast shadows on his face. In the play of light and dark, he slowly lifted his eyes.
Looking straight at her.
For so reason, Song Yi felt a touch of panic, wanting to avert her gaze but fearing it would seem too deliberate, so she forced herself to et his eyes.
Tang Si, whose gaze was originally clear and distant, smiled lightly at the mont he saw Song Yi, his lips slightly curled upward.
His peach blossom eyes were filled with allure ant only for her.
A mont later, soone walked up behind him.
It was Wen Mu, dressed in a steel-gray suit, exuding elegance and gentlemanliness. His face always bore a gentle and scholarly smile.
Such a person, no matter what he did, you couldn’t find fault with him.
Wen Mu seed to say sothing to Tang Si, who turned his head to listen.
He nodded slightly.
Then, two more people arrived, appearing to be a couple in their fifties or sixties.
They were dressed appropriately and elegantly, the woman gentle and the man calmly dignified, with traces of ti etched between their brows, looking stern and cool.
Tang Si nodded towards them, his lips moved as if greeting them.
His manner was polite, yet distinctly detached.
Wen Mu also called out to them.
Imdiately, the couple walked inside, followed by Tang Si and Wen Mu.
Song Yi simply watched his retreating figure.
Suddenly, the man turned around, his peach blossom eyes smiling as he pointed to his own lips.
Then the corner of his mouth lifted again, with a lazy, seductive curve containing a hint of implication, like an enchanting spirit.
After making these gestures, he turned around and followed them in.
Song Yi stood there, sowhat dazed.
Watching his back, she blinked slightly, then suddenly broke into a smile.
A man cold to everyone else was special when it ca to her.
His gentleness was reserved uniquely for her.
This action made her forget she had just been accusing him on WeChat.
Li Wen saw her giggling and nudged her: "What are you smiling about? Aren’t you going in?"
Song Yi quickly wiped the smile off her face, lightly coughed, and walked inside.
As she walked, she couldn’t help but smile again.
A woman in love...
"Ding dong—"
Her phone chid; it was a WeChat ssage from Tang Si.
——[Little one, did I catch you? What did I just say?]
Song Yi held her breath as she read it.
The next mont, his ssage arrived again.
——[Wait for , wait for to kiss you.]
It was as if she could imagine his mischievous smile across the screen.
His peach blossom eyes curving, mischievous yet earnest in his smile.
Song Yi’s heart pounded; this person always managed to make her blush and her heart race.
She bit her lip, turned off her phone, and just as she raised her head, taking a few steps inside, she saw Tang Si.
He was sitting on a sofa at a table, his legs crossed, leaning back carelessly.
He was staring at her, his gaze clear and calm, as if he hadn’t just sent those ssages.
Song Yi’s heart raced, and the next mont, under her gaze, the man stood up—
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