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“Mommy, let’s go home now.”
The sun was setting over the downtown shopping street. Xia Yuwei, arms laden with bags, spoke helplessly to Wang Yanran, who was still engrossed in browsing.
“Senior might already be at the hotel waiting for us. It's not polite to be late for dinner, especially when we're eating together!”
All day, Xia Yuwei had accompanied her mother shopping. Wang Yanran never tired of wandering through shops; even if she left empty-handed, she was perfectly content. Strictly speaking, shopping malls nowadays are much the same in every city—same layout, same brands, little real difference. Yet Wang Yanran insisted each city had its own unique character, reflected in its shopping streets.
“Alright, alright, let me finish this last store and we’ll go.” Reluctantly, Wang Yanran headed toward yet another boutique—one she hadn’t seen in most cities.
“Mommy…” Xia Yuwei, exasperated by her mother’s disregard for time, was nearly stomping her feet. “If you don’t leave now, I’m going on ahead!” She pretended to walk off.
Let her mother dawdle here if she wished! Xia Yuwei truly couldn’t wait any longer. It was already afternoon, after countless reminders, and her mother still refused to leave. She vowed this would be the last time. As a fellow woman, she really admired her mother’s shopping stamina.
Perhaps it was because she hadn’t slept all night; she’d felt sluggish all day, and being dragged around was a miracle in itself. With the dinner gathering looming, Xia Yuwei’s head began to ache, and she longed to return and sleep deeply.
Then she remembered Xin Xin’s call earlier, advising her not to come home tonight. In a moment of caprice, she retorted, “I have plans with Senior Ye tonight. If you want me to go home, I’d rather not!”
Fine, she wouldn’t go home tonight. But where would she go?
No matter, she’d just squeeze in with her parents if need be.
The thought made her even more irritable, and she strode forward in frustration.
“…Yuwei! Yuwei!” Wang Yanran’s voice came from behind, growing closer. Panting, she caught up and tapped Xia Yuwei’s shoulder, grumbling, “You little rascal, you actually went off! If you leave your mommy behind, aren’t you afraid I’ll be kidnapped by strangers? In this unfamiliar place, relying on you is a bit unreliable, I must say!”
Xia Yuwei flagged down a cab, urging her mother inside. “Let’s go!”
When they reached the Royal Court Hotel and entered the lobby, Xia Yuwei finally heard her phone ringing. It must have rung for ages, but in her rush after getting out of the car, she hadn’t noticed.

“Mommy, help me hold these while I take a call.” Xia Yuwei handed her bags to Wang Yanran.
“Girl, I can’t carry any more…” Wang Yanran didn’t even reach out; her own arms were already full to bursting.
Seeing the situation, Xia Yuwei resigned herself to setting her bags down.
Just then, a pair of slender hands reached out, taking them from her.
“Let me help you.” The familiar, warm voice sounded at her side.
She looked up—it was Ye Lifeng.
“Senior…” Seeing he’d already gathered all her bags, Xia Yuwei felt a little embarrassed. The phone had stopped ringing, but she still wanted to see who had called her. “Wait a moment…”
“No need, it was me calling. I was chatting with your father in the café over there and saw you arrive, so I called to say hello—didn’t mean to trouble you.”
As Ye Lifeng spoke, he glanced at Wang Yanran and greeted her warmly, “You must be Auntie. Hello, I’m Xia Yuwei’s friend, Ye Lifeng.”
Wang Yanran had been observing him for some time, and guessed he must be the Senior Ye her daughter often mentioned.
He was even more handsome and refined than she’d imagined—long brows, bright eyes, tall and elegant, every gesture exuding noble upbringing. Yet his manner was kind, his humility genuine, lacking any trace of arrogance or recklessness often seen in sons of prominent families. His care for her daughter was heartfelt; her first impression was nothing short of excellent.
Hearing him greet her and offer to carry her bags, she smiled, “Hello, hello! It’s alright, I can manage.”

Just then, the duty manager in the lobby noticed the hotel’s chief heir conversing with two guests, hands full of bags and evidently ready to carry more. He quickly dispatched staff to assist. Employees passing by couldn’t help but glance over, speculating about Xia Yuwei and Wang Yanran’s identities.
“Mr. Ye, please let us take these for you. We’ll make sure everything is delivered to the guests’ room,” the staff said eagerly. This was their future boss, after all—better to show enthusiasm.
Ye Lifeng nodded slightly and handed over the bags. He then said to Wang Yanran, “Auntie, Yuwei, it’s about time. Let’s let them take care of the bags and I’ll take you to Cardon Restaurant now.”
Wang Yanran handed her things to the staff with a smile, “That’s very kind. Sorry for the trouble.” She now understood more about Ye Lifeng’s status—he was evidently the young master of the hotel, a person of considerable standing.
“Auntie, you’re too polite. Anything concerning Yuwei is important to me.” Ye Lifeng smiled, neither arrogant nor servile, and gently placed his arm around Xia Yuwei’s shoulder, signaling their closeness.
Xia Yuwei remained silent for a while; the special treatment and curious, speculative glances from those around her felt like needles. How could her mother not notice, yet manage to chat so easily with Senior Ye? She glanced up at Ye Lifeng’s arm on her shoulder. He smiled at her, and she smiled back.
Ye Lifeng ushered the family into his car, Wang Yanran nudging Xia Yuwei into the front passenger seat. Xia Yuwei was a bit resistant to her mother’s maneuvering, but in front of Ye Lifeng, she didn’t want to make a scene—it would look affected. Ye Lifeng said nothing, simply leaned over and fastened her seatbelt, then drove toward the Cardon Hotel.
“Senior, I feel bad. We meant to thank you for your help, but now you’re treating us to dinner.”
“Yuwei, no need to be so formal. Oh, by the way, my parents happen to be at Cardon on business today. I’d like to introduce everyone and have a meal together. Auntie, Uncle, would you mind?” Ye Lifeng steered the conversation casually as he drove.