In Si Li Group—Si Qiuyi’s office.
Si Qiuyi set her phone down and lazily leaned back in her chair, her fluffy, silky hair gently brushing against the armrests.
She adored soft chairs—the tactile comfort was unmatched. On idle days, she’d simply sink into one.
She’d even swapped out the entire office chair: plush base, plush backrest. Leaning into it felt almost as cozy as lying in bed.
Tucked in the corner trash can lay a silver ring etched with a dragon pattern.
Si Qiuyi was a woman who cherished life—and never skimped on her own comfort.
*Live freely. Seize joy while you can.*
Someone had once taught her that.
Just as she drifted toward sleep, eyes half-lidded and utterly relaxed, a figure silently appeared behind her and gently stroked her hair.
She felt the touch instantly—but barely reacted.
Shifting deeper into the chair, she tilted her head back with a faint smile. “Oh? Does the Hall Master have time to visit this little woman of mine?”
*Seize joy while you can.*
Truth was, this Hall Master had reshaped her. Once frugal and diligent, Si Qiuyi now truly savored life.
The man behind her chuckled softly, fingers still weaving through her hair, silent. His expression alone told her everything.
She gently brushed his hand away, sat upright, and crossed her long legs. “Relax~ I only mentioned the Seven Parts Pavilion to Qin Cheng.”
“Not the Nine Parts Hall. Just a tiny investment.”
“He caught your eye?” the Hall Master asked.
Si Qiuyi pressed a slender finger to her lips. “Qin Cheng himself? Not much. But Azure Cloud Group carries weight. As its sole heir… worth a look.”
“Lately, he’s changed. Honestly—I was startled once. Can you believe it? Worth observing.”
“Changed? Pinghai City’s infamous playboy startled *you*? Interesting.”
“Our talks felt… off. His words, manner, aura—like a total rebirth. As if someone else wore his skin. Curious.”
“Interesting. I’ve been bored lately. Might pay this ‘Young Master Qin’ a visit.”
Si Qiuyi blinked, turning with mild surprise. “Weren’t family matters keeping you busy? Still out playing?”
The Hall Master smiled. “Boredom. Let those fools dance for me awhile.”
“Where’s the fun in ending it too fast?”
Once again, Si Qiuyi felt the true weight of the word—*master*.
His family’s empire could grind Si Li Group into dust.
He’d pat Azure Cloud Group’s head with a grin and murmur, “Such a soft little doggy.”
A titan who saw Liu Xing Group as a junior sibling…
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Before the mirror.
The little maid tugged Qin Cheng’s sleeve.
He bent down; she carefully smoothed his collar.
“Young Master Qin… is something wrong?”
She glanced up, worried she’d missed a detail.
Qin Cheng stared at his reflection—elegant attire, furrowed brows, deep eyes locked ahead.
The man stood tall, radiating quiet aloofness. Soft bangs shadowed his brows; under the light, his sharp features gleamed with noble grace.
As always, the deep black suit added threads of restraint and cool detachment.
Yet in his eyes flickered something unreadable.
The maid had never seen this look on Young Master Qin. Confused.
What hid behind that gaze?
*Damn, I’m handsome!*
…
That was Qin Cheng’s actual thought.
“Nothing. Everything ready?”
“Yes. Lao Biao’s waiting with the car outside, Young Master Qin…”
“Hmm?”
“Can I… skip going out?”
“Reason.”
“I need to grind stones—to bring Chen Sir home.”
“Just spend a few thousand.”
“That has no soul!”
“…”
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