"An Odd Food Chain."

Qin Cheng crossed his legs slightly and spoke calmly.

As a cautious person, he’d been studying this world since arriving—starting with the city and his own background.

If His Highness the Demon Sovereign couldn’t grasp this dynamic, he might as well drop dead on the spot.

Si Qiuyi twirled the pen in her palm, eyes flickering faintly. An idea suddenly sparked in her mind.

"Qin Cheng, have you heard of the Seven Parts Pavilion?"

Qin Cheng’s brows furrowed slightly. "My knowledge is limited. What is the Seven Parts Pavilion?"

From the screen, Si Qiuyi explained unhurriedly, "A secret pavilion founded covertly by scions of noble families. Every member carries formidable influence and grand ambitions. Identity is confirmed through symbolic tokens." She waved the silver dragon-patterned ring on her right hand before the lens. "This is one token. And I am a member."

Qin Cheng’s gaze locked onto the ring. His heart skipped a beat—wasn’t this the very same ring from that little thief-cat?

Outwardly composed, he asked nonchalantly, "Why tell me this?"

Si Qiuyi winked playfully at him, voice lively and mischievous. "I want to invite you into the Seven Parts Pavilion, husband~"

"Cut the flashy antics when we’re discussing serious matters."

"But if it’s as you say, why invite someone like me—a spoiled young master? Logically, I shouldn’t qualify."

Yet again, Si Qiuyi’s charming overture was utterly ignored—and subtly rebuked—by the clueless Demon Sovereign. He despised frivolity during serious talks.

Si Qiuyi fell silent for a moment.

Then she offered Qin Cheng a mysterious smile, fingertip lightly brushing her lips as she whispered, "A woman’s sixth sense~"

Her mature voice carried a soft, tingling warmth—like a faint current coursing through the air, intoxicating.

Eyes crinkled in a smile, gleaming like polished gems. That delicate fingertip resting on her crimson lips made her resemble a perfectly poured glass of wine—elegant, alluring, impossible not to admire.

Mature. Seductive. Yet gracefully poised.

No denying it—she was captivating.

But!

The clueless Demon Sovereign remained unmoved. In his heart, he merely noted she was indeed quite pretty—and nothing more.

"A woman? More like a girl."

He shot Si Qiuyi a look of pure exasperation and mild disdain.

She looked so alluring, so skilled at flirting… yet probably still just a girl~

Si Qiuyi froze. A trace of flushed shame and anger colored her cheeks; her chest trembled faintly—an undeniably tempting sight.

"Rude! None of your business!"

"I’m your fiancé. Aren’t I supposed to care?"

"You—!"

Rendered speechless.

Si Qiuyi suddenly found her fiancé rather irritating to look at.

She took a steadying breath and huffed, "Just say yes or no already. Honestly!"

"Join? Of course. I wouldn’t miss something this interesting."

Qin Cheng replied with a rare smile.

He rarely smiled—only when amused by others’ helpless rage, or genuinely intrigued.

Of course, there were also moments involving that little thief-cat...