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Zhao Zixuan and He Jieyu were immersed in each other's deep affection until a quick knock on the door broke the silence.

He Jieyu got up to open the door. Standing outside the door was a lady with extraordinary temperament. It was TikTok's CEO Mao Yourong. She had a smile on her face, and her eyes revealed a bit of expectation and mystery.

"Miss He, I apologize for disturbing you."

Mao Yourong greeted politely, his eyes moving across He Jieyu's impeccable face, as if he had already seen through the ambiguous atmosphere in the room.

He Jieyu naturally knew Mao Yourong, but they were not familiar with each other, so she politely invited her in: "Mr. Mao, please come in."

He Jieyu thought that the other party came to discuss business with Zhao Zixuan, but Mao Yourong came in and made an invitation directly: "Actually, I came here to invite you to dinner. I wonder if it will disturb your world of two people?"

Zhao Zixuan smiled and said, "You came at the right time. We were just worried about where to eat tonight. Do you have any good restaurant recommendations?"

Mao Yourong smiled even more brightly: "That's great, I specially selected a newly opened French restaurant and would like to invite you to try it."

Zhao Zixuan looked at He Jieyu and asked for her opinion: "Good sister, what do you think?"

He Jieyu smiled and nodded: "It sounds good. I'll trouble you, Mr. Mao, to pay for it."

"No way, it's my honor to invite you two." Mao Yourong said, and the three of them left the room together and went to the French restaurant.

Arriving at the French restaurant, the soft lighting, elegant decoration and tempting aroma in the air immediately added a bit of romance and anticipation to the dinner. Soft jazz music played in the restaurant, creating a warm and intimate atmosphere.

As the host, Mao Yourong carefully selected a window seat for Zhao Zixuan and He Jieyu, where they could enjoy the night view of New York and feel the breeze. After they sat down, she personally introduced the special dishes on the menu to them. Her thoughtfulness and enthusiasm made it difficult for people to detect her subtle emotions.

During the meal, Mao Yourong and Zhao Zixuan exchanged insights and interesting stories about work from time to time. The conversation between the two was smooth and natural, showing their tacit understanding and trust as partners.

However, when talking about some light-hearted topics, Mao Yourong's eyes always inadvertently fell on He Jieyu, and the complex emotions of appreciation and envy flashed across her eyes.

Although He Jieyu felt Mao Yourong's subtle emotional changes, she always maintained a generous and appropriate attitude. When communicating with Mao Yourong, she was neither overly intimate nor too distant, maintaining a perfect balance between the three of them.

As the dinner came to an end, the atmosphere inadvertently became subtle.

Mao Yourong took a sip of red wine, a hint of barely perceptible envy flashed in her eyes. She suddenly changed the subject, with a hint of unintentional probing in her tone: "Zixuan, have you ever thought about what your future life will be like?"

Zhao Zixuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Of course I have thought about it. I hope that my career can reach a higher level, and at the same time I can have a warm family and spend every ordinary yet extraordinary day with my beloved."

When he said this, he deliberately glanced at He Jieyu beside him, his eyes full of tenderness and joy, as if to say: "That person is you."

However, Mao Yourong smiled and continued: "Yes, family is the most important thing to everyone. Sometimes, a sudden surprise can make life more complete."

These words were like a gust of wind blowing across the lake, light but causing ripples.

He Jieyu keenly grasped the deep meaning of Mao Yourong's words. She couldn't help but frowned slightly and thought to herself: "What does she mean by this? Could it be..."

Zhao Zixuan didn't seem to notice the subtle change in the atmosphere between the two. He smiled and agreed, "Yes, surprises are always something to look forward to. However, I believe more in fate and timing. What is meant to come will always come."

Mao Yourong smiled slightly and didn't say much, but after that she suddenly started drinking heavily. Sometimes she asked Zhao Zixuan to drink with her, and sometimes she drank alone. Before she knew it, she drank too much and seemed a little drunk.

Zhao Zixuan tried to persuade him a few times but failed, so he let Mao Yourong drink by himself.

After dinner, the three of them walked out of the restaurant. It was already dark, but the lights of the city were still bright. Mao Yourong left first, saying that he had something to do at the company, leaving Zhao Zixuan and He Jieyu walking side by side on the way back to the hotel.

When they were the only two left, He Jieyu couldn't help wondering and asked softly, "Brother, I think Sister Yourong likes you?"

Zhao Zixuan paused for a moment when he heard this, then turned to look at He Jieyu, a hint of surprise and confusion flashing in his eyes: "Why do you think so? She and I are just partners."

He Jieyu bit her lip lightly, hesitated for a moment, and decided to express her observation: "The way she looked at you tonight, and the words she said, all made me feel this way. Moreover, she suddenly started drinking non-stop, as if she wanted to drown her sorrows in alcohol, or to hide something."

Zhao Zixuan frowned when he heard this. He recalled Mao Yourong's behavior tonight and couldn't help feeling a little confused.

But he quickly shook his head and said firmly: "I believe Yourong is a sensible person, she won't do anything out of line. Besides, we are just partners, her feelings for me may just be out of appreciation and respect for a work partner."

He Jieyu looked at Zhao Zixuan's serious expression and guessed that Zhao Zixuan really didn't notice Mao Yourong's feelings at all. But thinking about it, Mao Yourong really hid it very well...

"Brother, my feeling is not wrong. Sister Yourong must be interested in you. I saw her stealing glances at you once, and the way she looked at you was exactly the same as the way I looked at you!"

There was a hint of urgency in He Jieyu's words. She tried to touch Zhao Zixuan with her own feelings and make him realize the emotions that Mao Yourong might be hiding.

However, Zhao Zixuan just smiled lightly, with a hint of tenderness but also a bit of helplessness in his eyes.

"I have always taken your feelings very seriously, but this time, I am afraid I have to say that you may have thought too much. Eye contact between people sometimes cannot be directly interpreted as emotional entanglement. What exists between Yourong and I is more of a tacit understanding at work and mutual respect."

Zhao Zixuan patiently explained that he could understand He Jieyu's thoughts. Perhaps in her eyes, there was no woman in the world who didn't like her.

Upon hearing this, He Jieyu lowered his head slightly and suddenly stopped talking.

It means a bit of sulking.

Zhao Zixuan smiled and put his arm around her soft and slender waist. As they walked, he explained, "Okay, don't let your imagination run wild. Yourong and I are purely partners. She is a top student at Harvard and has deep connections in the United States. In fact, TikTok was able to go public in such a short time thanks to her. If someone else had done this, they would definitely not have succeeded in such a short time."

Hearing this, He Jieyu couldn't help but put his chin in his hand and analyzed, "She is so powerful? I heard that the two largest forces in the United States are the Jews and Anglo-Saxons. What about her? Which side does she stand on?"

Zhao Zixuan gently touched He Jieyu's little head, his eyes full of doting: "You have a lot of things in your little head. You even know the distribution of political forces in the United States. However, this information is not just heard casually, right?"

He Jieyu looked up, his eyes flashing with curiosity and seriousness: "Brother, I saw it from some business news and financial reports. The market environment in the United States is complex, and understanding this will be very helpful for the overseas development of Heguang Technology. I also want to help you after I graduate..." Zhao Zixuan scratched He Jieyu's little nose, and the intimate action was full of pampering and love.

He smiled and said, "You are thoughtful, Jieyu. It's great that you can think of these things. However, you are right. The market environment in the United States is indeed complicated. Understanding these is crucial to the overseas development of Heguang Technology. But you are still a student now. The most important thing is to complete your studies and accumulate knowledge. As for the future... Hey! Let's talk about the future later."

He changed the subject and directed the topic to the romantic night scene in front of them: "Now, let's enjoy the romance of the streets of New York. Look, these neon-lit streets, the bustling crowds, and the dazzling Empire State Building in the distance are all the unique charm of this city. Let us feel this beauty together and enjoy this rare time in a foreign country."

Hearing this, He Jieyu's face broke into a bright smile. She held Zhao Zixuan's arm tightly, and the two of them walked side by side on the streets of New York.

The night breeze blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness, but it could not blow away the warmth and happiness in their hearts. At this moment, all the troubles and worries seemed to be thrown behind, leaving only the company and care between each other.

They strolled in the night of New York, enjoying the rare tranquility and romance, until they unknowingly walked to the entrance of the hotel. The hotel lobby was brightly lit, and the golden light sprinkled on every pair of travelers entering and leaving, adding a bit of warmth and luxury.

Just as Zhao Zixuan was about to open the hotel door for Jieyu, a familiar and slightly stern voice suddenly sounded: "Jieyu, you're back so late?"

They both turned around at the same time and saw Mrs. He standing not far away, looking at them seriously.

Obviously, she was waiting here specifically for He Jieyu.

He Jieyu hurriedly stepped forward, took Mrs. He's hand, and explained, "Mommy, why are you here? I'm just going out for a walk with my brother. The night view of New York is really beautiful."

Zhao Zixuan also hurried forward and greeted politely: "Mrs. He, good evening. I wanted to take Jieyu out to relax, but I didn't expect that she would come back so late. I'm sorry to have worried you."

Mrs. He's gaze lingered on the two of them for a moment, and a hint of imperceptible tenderness and helplessness flashed in her eyes.

She gently patted the back of He Jieyu's hand and said earnestly, "Jieyu, Mommy knows that you young people have your own world and your own ideas. But Mommy still says the same thing, no matter what time, you must protect yourself, understand?"

Having said that, she deliberately paused and her eyes stayed on Zhao Zixuan for a few seconds, as if hinting at something.

Then, she continued, "As for what's going on between you, Mommy is not an old-fashioned person, and I don't want to interfere in your relationship. It's just that the road of love needs to be taken slowly, and don't rush for success. Especially you, Jieyu, you are still young, and the future is full of possibilities. Don't make a decision that you will regret because of a momentary impulse."

Zhao Zixuan immediately understood the deep meaning of Mrs. He's words. He nodded seriously and assured Mrs. He, "Mrs. He, don't worry. I will respect Jieyu's choice and protect her. We will take it slow and try not to let our relationship affect her studies and future."

When He Jieyu heard this, her cheeks flushed slightly and she lowered her head shyly, but her eyes were full of happiness and joy.

Mrs. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this.

She could see that Zhao Zixuan was a responsible young man, so she felt more at ease leaving her daughter to him.

But now is not the right time after all, after all, they are not married yet.

What's the point of spending the night together without any status?
Thinking of this, Mrs. He said directly: "Okay, it's getting late. Let's go to bed early. We have to get up early to catch the plane tomorrow."

After saying that, Mrs. He took He Jieyu into the hotel, leaving Zhao Zixuan standing there with a helpless look on his face.

After a moment, Zhao Zixuan turned around and walked into the hotel and got on the elevator. He thought he would have to spend the long night alone tonight.

However, when he pushed open the door of the hotel room, the scene before him stunned him for a moment.

Pei Yuhan was wearing a policewoman uniform, with an upright and heroic figure, which was very different from her usual image of a childlike goddess. The candlelight in the room flickered, and the light and shadow intertwined, creating a mysterious and romantic atmosphere. The air was filled with a faint fragrance, which made people involuntarily indulge in it.

"How will you be here?"

Zhao Zixuan asked in surprise.

Pei Yuhan smiled slightly, holding a toy gun, walked up to him, gently lifted his chin, and said in a teasing yet serious tone: "What? Don't you welcome me? I came here specially to accompany you through this long night."

"Yuhan, you suddenly appear like this, I really..." There was a smile and a barely perceptible touch of emotion in Zhao Zixuan's words.

He reached out, gently grasped Pei Yuhan's wrist, and gently moved the toy gun away, his eyes full of lust.

A hint of cunning flashed across Pei Yuhan's eyes, and then turned into a gentle smile.

She leaned on Zhao Zixuan's chest and whispered, "I know that there doesn't need to be too many explanations and words between us. But on this special night, I want you to know that no matter where I am, my heart is always with you."

The candlelight in the room seemed to be brighter, illuminating the two figures leaning on each other, and the fragrance in the air seemed to become richer, making people intoxicated.

Zhao Zixuan hugged Pei Yuhan tightly, as if he wanted to integrate her into his own world.

"Xuan, love me~"

"Okay, how many times do you want me to love you?"

"If I say it seven times, will you do it?"

"Nonsense, how can a man say he is incompetent? Don't beg for mercy!"

"Oh, wait a minute, I'm not ready yet, be gentle, or my clothes will be torn..."

"If it's torn, just buy a new one. You've got the money!"

...(End of chapter)