“Don’t move, Little Male God.” Chen Tangtang still held Zhou You tightly, catching the warm scent rising from him. A faint blush tinged her cheeks.

“If these people see your face, it’ll bring you trouble.” She was lively and impulsive by nature—but never cruel.

So even though a hint of shyness flickered in her, she pressed Zhou You firmly, letting him feel the softness of this untouched territory.

“Be good. Don’t fuss.”

“…” Was she treating him like a child?

Zhou You felt speechless. Bathed in that alluring scent drifting closer, he hesitated—struggle, or just… surrender and enjoy?

Noticing his resistance soften, Chen Tangtang stood up while still cradling him before the crowd, walking to where her discarded high heels lay.

The onlookers who’d rushed over finally snapped out of their daze. Envious eyes locked onto the man nestled in Chen Tangtang’s arms—each wishing they could take his place.

“Miss Chen, what’s…?” someone blurted. He’d come running after hearing she was about to jump.

Instead, he found her being affectionate with a man?

Chen Tangtang shot a glance at her maids to help her shoes on, then tilted her chin slightly toward the speaker, voice cool.

“Is it any of your business?”

“Well…” The man faltered. It wasn’t. Yet he stole another look at Zhou You, face buried.

A surge of emotion swelled inside him.

So envious!!

“Hmph.”

Shoes now on, Chen Tangtang let out a cold snort. Cradling Zhou You with icy poise, she swept through the back door into the hotel.

“My affairs are none of your concern.”

Maids hurried after her—only to find the door shut. They exchanged uneasy glances outside.

“The young mistress brought a man into her room… alone. Should we report to the mistress?”

“Better not. We’ve already disobeyed her once today. Let’s stay low.”

Inside, Chen Tangtang released Zhou You—reluctantly.

*Little Male God’s so warm… and smells nice.*

A blush dusted her cheeks. She quickly brightened, grinning. “Little Male God, we’ve finally met!”

Zhou You rubbed his slightly pinched cheeks. *No way out now.* “Ice Sister, I still have work. You’re putting me in a tough spot.”

Especially with the chairwoman in the WeChat group—skipping work to meet a female netizen right under Chairwoman Yun’s nose… *sumimasen*.

“Your boss sounds mean. It’s just one day off!” Chen Tangtang’s eyes twinkled. She crossed her index fingers into an X. “Tell me your company name. I’ll buy it tomorrow and give you ten years of paid leave.”

“…” This Ice Sister never failed to surprise him.

“Ice Sister… that’s a bit… impulsive.”

“Eh?” She pouted. “Why are you saying that too?”

She spun lightly, kicked off her heels, flung her arms wide, and tiptoed playfully across the floor.

“I just hate troublesome things.”

“Life’s full of simple joys—no effort needed. A sweet love song drifting from a shop window… evening breeze on your cheeks while browsing the market… losing track of time chatting with a friend…”

“Pale green spring butterflies, vibrant golden summer bugs, bright yellow autumn geese, pure white winter rhinoceros beetles—every season overflows with wonder…”

“I want to wear a pretty dress, a beige knitted hat, skip through sunlit streets… and smile brighter than the sun itself.”

“I want… I want…”

Whoosh!

She yanked the curtains open. Afternoon light bathed her face. Her smile truly outshone the sun.

“Isn’t it lovely… to while away time like this, carefree?”

“Ice Sister,” Zhou You admitted—he was captivated. What she described wasn’t fantasy. Anyone could live it… if they chose.

“My surname is Chen,” she chirped playfully. She didn’t feel like a typical older sister—or a naive girl. Who else saw life this freely?

“But keep calling me Ice Sister. I like it.” She shared Yun Mingyue’s view on names.

Thousands knew her name—but “Ice Sister” belonged only to Little Male God.

*Just thinking about it… feels beautiful.*

Zhou You stood beside her, watching the bustling crowd below. He understood her quiet disdain without a word.

She was nothing like them.

“Ah~” Chen Tangtang yawned. “Stuck here… already tired.”

She flopped onto the bed, rolled with a pillow, chin resting on it. Eyes closed… then opened.

“Little Male God~~”

He stepped near—she sat up instantly, hugging him, nuzzling like a cat, breathing him in.

“Hehehe~ Yep, holding you is *so* comfy.” *We’ve hugged already… a few more times won’t hurt.*

“Ice Sister.”

“Don’t you like being held by an older sister?” She closed her eyes. “Let me nap like this… okay?”

Before he could answer, her breathing softened into sleep.

He rested hands on her shoulders. Her baby-soft round cheeks pressed against his chest, forming a sweet little curve. A peaceful smile graced her face. *This older sister… is kinda clingy.*

Silence filled the room. Zhou You’s eyelids grew heavy. Time slipped away. Sunset painted the sky.

...

Downstairs at Huancheng Hotel, the first floor had been hastily turned into a banquet hall. Not ideal—but they’d adapt, just to secure the young mistress’s presence.

Guests mingled, glasses clinking.

Several single men kept glancing toward a corner—where stood Hangzhou’s famed “Ice Beauty,” Yun Mingyue, Chairwoman of Yun Group.

None dared approach. Too many had failed before. And her aura? So commanding they could barely lift their heads.

Yun Mingyue frowned slightly. She’d only come after hearing the Chen family’s young mistress from Hong Kong had arrived in Hangzhou.

An hour had passed.

Where *was* the young mistress?