Do you know where the mistake is?

The car stopped in front of a private road sign, as ordered by Shi Yuhuan. He disembarked, leaving Li Qianze to drive back, and strode towards the villa.

Left with no choice, Song Qinghuan followed Shi Yuhuan to the villa.

The atmosphere along the way was strangely eerie.

Shi Yuhuan remained silent, his face chilled, while Song Qinghuan, following behind him, was already accustomed to his icy silence.

Living under the same roof, the words they've exchanged could be counted on one's fingers. The only time was on his birthday.

It was then she realized he was not silent because he didn't know how to speak, but because he deemed it beneath him.

Indeed, with his remarkable qualities, if she were rich and beautiful, she too would be aloof.

Yet, now, with no money, status, or identity, all she could do was to follow obediently behind him, being as inconspicuous as possible. For the time being, he was king, and she, a mere maid.