Who let you in?

Ya Shitian extended a finger and shook it, "You're wrong. I do care about the second young miss even more, but you really didn't give me any face, so my feelings are hurt. When I'm hurt, naturally, I want to get my face back."

"…"

Ye Rumeng gripped her wine glass tightly, wishing she could throw all the wine in his face.

Ya Shitian smiled harmlessly, "It's fine if you don't drink. After you come back with me tomorrow, I'll drink with you."

If she went to his turf, things would definitely get worse.

"Rumeng, just drink it. Please, consider it as a favor to your father," Ye Wenshan pleaded softly and humbly, causing Ye Rumeng's heart to ache. When had her father ever spoken to her in such a tone?

She clenched her teeth and resolutely said, "Fine, I'll drink!"

She tilted her head back, downing the red wine in her glass and then grabbed the bottle to finish off the rest.

After finishing, she began coughing in agony; she didn't know how to drink, so one could only imagine how awful she felt.

Ya Shitian clapped his hands, "Not bad. The second young miss really did give me face. Someone, take the second young miss back to rest and take good care of her."

He commanded the servants here as if he was the master.

The servants obeyed him, promptly escorting Ye Rumeng away.

Seeing that Ya Shitian was finally satisfied, Ye Wenshan tried to please him with a smile, "It's getting late. Would young master Ya like to rest as well?"

Ya Shitian lazily stood up, towering a full head taller than Ye Wenshan.

"It is time to rest." He smiled wickedly, "But, which room should I sleep in?"

Ye Wenshan immediately understood his implication and hurriedly suggested, "How about Anqi's room? Rumeng must be drunk by now and can't take care of you."

He feared that Ye Rumeng wouldn't be able to hold back and would offend Ya Shitian, which would be a disaster.

For now, Anqi seemed more sensible and would presumably not offend Ya Shitian.

Ya Shitian glanced at him, and just when Ye Wenshan thought he had misspoke, Ya Shitian suddenly smiled, "Okay, I'll go to young miss Ye's room."

Ye Wenshan smiled and quickly had the servant hand over the key to Ye Anqi's room.

If Ye Anqi saw his expression at this moment, she would surely kick him fiercely.

…

Ye Anqi returned to her room and immediately closed the door to freshen up.

She brushed her mouth twice to make sure there was no smell of alcohol, then changed clothes and went to bed.

She hadn't slept the previous night, and having drunk quite a bit, she was extremely sleepy now. As soon as her head touched the pillow, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

However, she hadn't slept long when, silently, the door was opened.

Ya Shitian's tall figure entered—

His eyesight was excellent; even in the dim light, he could see Ye Anqi's features clearly.

She was sleeping soundly, her breathing even, her body slightly rising and falling.

The tranquil appearance of the girl before him contrasted greatly with that of the flamboyant and dazzling woman from earlier.

The current her seemed meek and frail.

For some reason, Ya Shitian always felt that her changes were somewhat strange.

The way she was when she first moved in, during the meals earlier, and now her sleeping appearance, they all gave a completely different impression.

It was as if these several versions of Ye Anqi were played by different people.

But it was indeed quite fresh…

Ya Shitian suddenly curved his lips, smiling inscrutably.

Ye Anqi was not yet deep in sleep when she felt the bed sink beside her and was jolted awake.

She opened her eyes wide to see a huge figure pressing down on her.

"Ah…" She was just about to scream when a large hand covered her mouth.

"I thought you were asleep," Ya Shitian spoke in a low, husky voice.