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Not long after, Xu Chuan, carrying several exquisite gift bags, opened the car door on this side, and Sheng Yinian released her.

"Miss Yun, let me take you upstairs."

Yunmiao got out of the car and looked at the gift bag in his hand.

"Are these... all for me?"

"Yes, Miss Yun."

During their conversation, Sheng Yinian got out of the car and walked around it.

He took a gift box from among the many gift bags and opened it.

Another watch.

The matte metal dial paired with a dark brown leather strap exudes a sophisticated and understated quality, instantly revealing its high price tag, yet it remains a discreet choice for everyday wear.

Sheng Yinian lifted her hand, his fingertips brushing against her wrist as he gracefully adjusted her watch strap.

Yun Miao looked up at him and asked, "Why did you give me so many gifts?"

Sheng Yinian put the watch on her wrist, gently pressing his fingertips against the strap where it met her skin to make sure it fit properly before looking up at her.

"Anniversary".

Yun Miao was stunned for a moment.

Anniversary?

What anniversary?

right!

Yunmiao's cheeks quickly flushed a light pink, which spread all the way to behind her ears, and even her neck was tinged with a faint pink.

She just said it casually, but she didn't expect him to remember it.

"Thank you, I'll go up now."

Just as she was about to turn and leave, her wrist was grabbed.

She turned around and looked at him; her cheeks, flushed with a faint blush, made her appear both demure and charming.

Sheng Yinian's gaze swept across her face, landing on her slightly parted lips, his eyes darkening.

Seeing this, Xu Chuan quickly said, "Miss Yun, I'll go upstairs and wait for you."

After saying that, he strode towards the building entrance as if being chased by a dog.

Yunmiao watched his figure disappear into the building entrance, puzzled.

"What's wrong with him?"

As soon as she turned around, a handsome face loomed over her, just a breath away.

Yun Miao's whole body tensed up, and she stood there, not daring to move.

Sheng Yinian tilted his head slightly and pressed his lips to hers.

In the dim light, her slender figure was completely enveloped in the man's arms.

The man kissed her slowly, gently sucking on her lips, his warm hands caressing her waist and back, his kisses tender yet irresistible.

Yun Miao tilted her head back slightly, her breathing becoming lighter involuntarily.

When the kiss ended, her eyes were misty and alluring, captivating the heart.

Why...did you kiss me suddenly?

Sheng Yuqing pecked her lips: "I suddenly want to kiss you."

Yunmiao's cheeks flushed even redder, and she struggled to break free from his embrace.

"Let me go, I want to go home."

Sheng Yinian not only didn't let go, but instead pulled her into his arms and kissed her again.

Unlike the previous brief kiss, this one was extremely deep.

The rubbing of their lips intensified, their lips were forced apart, and his tongue probed inside, entwining with hers without restraint.

As the kiss deepened, Yunmiao began to feel short of breath and her consciousness gradually faded.

Sheng Yinian pressed one hand on the back of her neck to prevent her from instinctively dodging, and gently stroked her neck with his thumb.

Yunmiao was nestled in his arms, powerless to resist, her whole being enveloped in an inescapable heat.

After a long time, Sheng Yinian let go of her.

She opened her eyes with a soft gasp, her hazy gaze focusing on his deep-set eyes, those dark pupils like whirlpools, as if they could swallow a person whole.

Sheng Yinian's voice was low and slightly hoarse: "Go up."

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl, who had just been limp in his arms, deftly broke free from his embrace and ran towards the building entrance without any hesitation.

Sheng Yinian stood there and chuckled softly.

There was no smile in his dark eyes.

Tan Kyung Garden.

The moonlight, like water, poured into this vast courtyard, yet it seemed thin.

Deep within the courtyard, beneath a vigorous and upright Podocarpus macrophyllus with a dense crown, several Taihu stones, each over ten feet tall, are scattered about.

A rattan swing chair hangs from the side of the stone by a black gold chain. The chair is covered with a charcoal gray velvet cushion and is hidden heavily in the shadows of the trees.

On the swing chair, leaning back was a silver-haired man with fair and delicate skin.

A few strands of silver hair fell across her forehead, partially obscuring her eyebrows.

The man held his phone horizontally in his hand, his two thumbs rapidly swiping across names.

The game sound effects are faint, leaking out from the speakers.

A short while later, he suddenly sat up straight.

My finger froze, and a burst of fireworks exploded on the screen.

—Game over.

The screen went dark, revealing the man's expressionless face.

"Grass."

He cursed under his breath, swiped his thumb across the screen, and dialed a number.

"Um... what Chinese-style mobile game, yeah, the one I've been playing these past couple of days, please buy it for me."

He said something on the other end of the phone, but didn't respond. He hung up immediately and tossed his phone onto the cushion.

Leaning back, I sank into the swing chair.

"Old Zhang, go open a bottle of my seventh uncle's treasured wine."

Butler Zhang, who stood to the side with his hands at his sides, gave a slight bow with a smile on his face.

"Young Master Shi Chen, the wine has been prepared and is kept chilled with ice packs so that you can take it with you when you leave later."

Sheng Shichen raised an eyebrow, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips.

"Fine, so they just won't let me drink here."

Butler Zhang continued to smile, neither confirming nor denying, simply standing quietly with his eyes lowered.

Sheng Shichen chuckled, relaxed back in the bench, and gazed at the bright moon in the sky.

"Uncle, the moonlight in Tanjing Garden is more beautiful than elsewhere. It would be a shame not to have some fine wine with it."

"Old Zhang, you're so old-fashioned. Uncle Qi is in Paris; how could the smell of alcohol possibly travel across the ocean to him?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black Bentley slowly drove into the courtyard.

The person on the swing chair was startled and jumped up.

He quickly laid out the cushions and steadied the wobbly swing chair, pretending he hadn't sat in it.

The items in Tanjing Garden are not something he can touch casually.

The Bentley came to a stop, and a servant went to open the car door.

Sheng Shichen stepped forward respectfully, his back ramrod straight.

"Good evening, Uncle Qi."

Sheng Yinian glanced at him indifferently, nodded slightly, and walked towards the villa.

Sheng Shichen didn't dare to follow.

He recently bought several game companies, and his father said he was not doing his job properly, and would scold him whenever he caught him.

He found it annoying, and when he heard that his seventh uncle was in Paris, he came to Tanjing Garden to find some peace and quiet. After all, the old man wouldn't dare to come here to arrest him.

Unexpectedly, he was so unlucky that he ran into Uncle Seven coming back.

I should have just stayed home and listened to my old man's nagging.

Sheng Yuqian had been living abroad for several years, so Sheng Shichen didn't see him very often.

But Sheng Shichen knew very well what kind of methods were hidden beneath his seventh uncle's cold and aloof exterior.

Especially two years ago, after the death of Fifth Grandfather, the entire Sheng family was reshuffled by Seventh Uncle.

Now, no one in the Sheng family dares to have any wicked thoughts.

Elders always treat him with kindness and gentleness, and people of similar age have to be careful around him, let alone younger generations like them.

Sheng Shichen greatly admired and respected his seventh uncle, whom he rarely saw, but subconsciously he felt more fear than anything else.

Watching that tall and imposing figure disappear at the villa's entrance, Sheng Shichen quickly made his escape.

After he left, Butler Zhang arranged for someone to thoroughly clean the swing chair from top to bottom and replace the cushions.