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"Xia Yuwei, you dare to turn off your phone and ignore my calls—are you thinking of going back on your word?" Lu Yichen’s voice came through the line.

Go back on my word? What is this muddle-headed guy talking about... He must still be lying in his hospital bed, and yet his mind is already so full of... nonsense.

Xia Yuwei glanced at her mother, who was quietly turning on the wall-mounted LCD TV, lowering the volume, and flipping through the channels as if afraid of disturbing her call. Still, she stretched her neck, gossiping with her ears.

“Um, are you feeling any better?” Xia Yuwei avoided Lu Yichen’s accusation, feigning casualness.

She dared not let her mother know that Lu Yichen was in this city, at her university, or worse yet, that the two of them seemed to be getting entangled again. If her mother found out, she would instantly transform from a gentle cat to a fierce tiger. Xia Yuwei was timid—she couldn’t handle that.

“Hey, old woman, are you even listening to me? I told you, don’t forget our agreement! What nonsense are you babbling about?” Lu Yichen sounded frustrated.

What on earth was she talking about? Was her kindness toward him yesterday all an illusion, just a dream? Hadn’t she already forgiven his rashness? Otherwise, why would she treat him with the same gentle care as before? He thought this meant they had put the past behind them, her tenderness giving rise to all sorts of beautiful, unfamiliar longings in his heart. Even in his unconsciousness, he missed the warmth of her skin.

The moment he woke, he couldn’t wait to call her, to see her. Yet she was nowhere to be found.

She had vanished again!

He was so angry he couldn’t sleep all night, but still found countless excuses for her—maybe her phone ran out of battery, maybe... In any case, her kindness couldn’t have been fake, no matter if he had unintentionally hurt her before.

Yet the faint hope in his heart gradually faded with her indifferent, evasive answers, tormenting him with their ambiguity.

“Oh, I see. Then rest well. I’ll visit you in a couple of days. That’s all, goodbye.”

Xia Yuwei, seeing her mother watching her intently during the call, had no choice but to keep up the small talk, steering the conversation away from Lu Yichen’s questions. Before he could respond, she quickly hung up.

“Who was that?” Wang Yanran asked, her eyes still on the TV. She was used to knowing every detail of her daughter’s life.

Xia Yuwei blushed slightly but pretended nothing was amiss. “Just a classmate. He’s sick, so I called to check on him.”

Though she spoke lightly, anxiety gnawed at her heart. She feared angering Lu Yichen—if he lost his temper and came looking for her regardless of the consequences, she wouldn’t put it past him. If her parents saw him, she’d be in deep trouble.

“Oh!” Wang Yanran replied absentmindedly, noticing nothing unusual. “If you get a chance, remember to invite that boy who helped you to dinner with us. Don’t forget.”

“Got it! I’ll ask him right away!” Xia Yuwei answered, not thinking much of it, unaware of her mother’s intentions or Ye Lifeng’s plans.

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The Ye Family residence—a standalone villa perched halfway up West Mountain. A spacious courtyard, backed by mountains and facing the sea, designed in a Western classical style with brick-red walls rising four stories high.

It was the weekend. Ye Lifeng lounged in his study, half-reclined in a chair with a leisure book in hand.

This was his way to relax. Managing studies and the family business, he was young but often weary. Learning to adjust was important—greater responsibilities awaited him, and feeling tired now was premature. A man should shoulder his burdens; this was his unwavering belief. Loving Xia Yuwei had only deepened his understanding of responsibility.

Today, though, he couldn’t focus on his magazine. He chuckled softly—was he missing her?

Lately, a certain Lu Yichen had suddenly appeared between him and Xia Yuwei, giving him a sense of crisis. He didn’t yet know the whole story between Xia Yuwei and Lu Yichen, but one thing was clear: Lu Yichen was trouble. His slow, steady plan to win her over now required adjustment.

By now, she should have picked up her parents and settled them into the hotel, right? He’d intended to accompany her that morning, but she insisted otherwise. Such a stubborn girl, with her own ideas—yet he liked her all the more for it.

Thinking this, he stood and walked to his desk, dialing Xia Yuwei’s number.

“Hello, Senior Ye...” Xia Yuwei’s sweet voice came through.

“Yuwei, everything went smoothly, I hope?” Her voice warmed his heart.

“Thanks to you, everything’s fine,” she replied obediently.

She was a well-behaved girl with everyone—except, of course, with Lu Yichen, where that obedience vanished.

“That’s good.”

“By the way, Senior, my mom wanted me to ask you—she’d like to properly thank you. When are you free to join us for dinner?” Xia Yuwei remembered her mother’s request and passed it along to Ye Lifeng.

“There’s no need for thanks. Are you still going to be so formal with me? But as a junior, I really should welcome your parents,” Ye Lifeng replied with a low laugh.

A gentle knock sounded at the door. “Young Master, please come down for lunch,” a clear female voice called.

“Oh, Senior, someone’s calling you for lunch. I won’t keep you.”

“No problem. Ask your parents when they’re available—how about tomorrow evening? If it works, leave the arrangements to me.” He liked to take the initiative when it came to making plans.

After hanging up, Ye Lifeng glanced at the clock. It was exactly noon—everything was falling perfectly into place, just as he wished.

At that moment, he had already made an important decision.