Early the next morning, at the Yun residence.

Yun Daidai, who seemed to have regained her composure on the surface, kept stealing glances at her mother from the corner of her eye.

Yun Mingyue wore simple everyday clothes—not overly flashy—with two tiny braids tucked near her ears, making her already youthful face appear even younger. Someone might’ve mistaken her for Yun Daidai’s little sister.

“Who are you dressing up so carefully for?”

“To meet a client,” Yun Mingyue replied calmly. Her lie sounded utterly certain.

Had Yun Daidai not lived with her for over a decade, she might’ve been fooled.

Who was she kidding?

What kind of client warranted President Yun to handpick softening attire and style such a playful hairstyle? A privilege even Hangcheng’s most celebrated entrepreneurs and elites could never dream of.

“You’re not going to meet a man, are you?”

Yun Mingyue snapped her compact shut, reapplied lipstick with a light press, shot Yun Daidai a sidelong glance, and lifted her chin slightly. “So eager for me to find you a stepdad?”

“…”

“Go ahead and find one if you can,” Yun Daidai shot back, refusing to back down.

“Heh.”

Yun Mingyue chuckled softly, slipped into beige strap sandals, scrolled through her WeChat group on her phone, and pushed the door open to leave.

Flowers and Fortune: [Big sis is on her way~ Little bro, don’t keep me waiting!]

Handsome and Thoughtful Guy: [I’ll definitely be there before you, Sister Flowers.]

In truth, Zhou You had already been seated at the very café where he’d broken up with Yun Daidai yesterday, waiting for “Flowers and Fortune.”

He hadn’t mentioned it—arriving early would bring pleasant surprise, not pressure. For Zhou You, who’d spent years tending to a certain young lady’s moods, such details were second nature.

Memories surfaced. No sadness. No joy. Just a faint, quiet relief.

At last, he could live on his own terms—free from “You must be gentle,” “You must be lovey-dovey,” “You must… you must… you must…”

Yun Daidai only enjoyed the results. Zhou You had always borne the pain alone.

“Thank you, Yun Daidai. Breaking up was truly the best.”

Pressure drives growth—but he’d never regret leaving her.

Zhou You turned toward the window. Funny coincidence: he sat in the exact same spot as yesterday.

Half an hour passed.

Tap tap… tap tap…

“Are you the ‘Handsome Guy’?”

A clear voice reached him. First, sandaled feet—fair and delicate. His gaze traveled up slender ankles, along gracefully curved calves, to perfectly proportioned thighs… and settled on Yun Mingyue’s strikingly youthful face.

“Flowers and Fortune?” Zhou You’s voice held disbelief. Even if she were wealthy, he never expected someone this young.

What young person picks such a tacky WeChat name? *Flowers and Fortune?* His own mom wouldn’t use that!

“Surprised?” Yun Mingyue settled naturally into the seat Yun Daidai had occupied yesterday.

“A little.”

Zhou You studied Sister Flowers again. A flicker of resemblance to Yun Daidai—but Yun Daidai had no older sister.

Coincidence?

“What are you thinking?”

Yun Mingyue observed him too. He exceeded her expectations. The quiet resilience forged through years with Yun Daidai. The renewed light in his eyes after shedding exhaustion. Every detail hit her sweet spot.

A dangerously charming guy. Ten years younger, she’d have zero resistance.

Yet they’d never met. She’d never shared her real name. No setup possible.

Coincidence?

“Would you like coffee, Sister Flowers?” He’d never say the rude thing on his mind: *You look like my ex.*

“What would you order for me?” Yun Mingyue interlaced slender fingers, smiling playfully—as if testing him.

“How about a fancy mocha?”

Zhou You signaled the waiter, who recognized him: two days straight, two stunning girls, same seat.

*This guy’s a player. Ugh—enviable, yet despicable!*

“Why this?” A flicker crossed Yun Mingyue’s eyes.

“My ex loved it. So I know it best,” Zhou You said plainly. “Since I’ve never ordered coffee for another woman, I picked the safest choice.”

The waiter brought the mocha. Under Zhou You’s guidance, Yun Mingyue tasted its three layers, her smile deepening.

“Actually… fancy mocha is my favorite too.”

“Quite a coincidence.”

“Indeed.” Yun Mingyue held his gaze. The Yun family was old-money aristocracy. Her life had seen too many “perfect matches” with impure motives. Greed for wealth, for bodies—human desire was never subtle. She was too sharp to be fooled. Yet…

“I believe this is just coincidence.”

She desired nothing from him. Her judgment stayed clear. Anyone who knew her understood: she disliked things others had touched. Zhou You, with his past, had crossed her biggest taboo.

*Hmm. If this is a trope subversion…*

She pulled her lips from the cup, tongue lightly tracing a trace of white foam. Fine. She’d admit being tricked. Even losing money would be worth it—a tip for this beautifully staged scene.

“Sister Flowers, you’re usually very dominant, right?”

“Hmm?”

Zhou You ordered lemon water to cleanse her palate. “At first glance, you seemed lively and easygoing. But from the moment you sat, you’ve been steering everything.”

Just like Yun Daidai…

“You share my ex’s strong need for control. But you’re different…” He paused. “You’re gentle.”

Yun Daidai would never soften her appearance for anyone.

“You knew your own nature. So you deliberately dressed simply—for my comfort. That’s gentleness.”

“Gentle?”

No one had ever called her that. Everyone saw the formidable business titan, the woman whose presence overwhelmed all.

A slow smile curved her lips. She rose, hooked a finger under his chin.

“You really know how to talk… my little handsome guy.”