After the minor character transforms into a beauty, she steals the heart of a tycoon's son.

Ji Yan returned from the terrace and waved to the servant as he passed by.

The servant bowed and approached, listened to him whisper an instruction, and then nodded and withdrew.

A moment later, a servant carried a tray to the sofa area and placed a light pink drink in front of Ruan Tang.

A lychee was garnished on the rim of the glass, and the liquid was a translucent pinkish-white, looking like pure fruit juice.

Ruan Tang picked up the glass and took a sip. It was slightly sweet with a strong lychee flavor, and the wine flavor was almost imperceptible.

If she hadn't known what Ji Yan had just done, she probably wouldn't have guessed that it was sweet wine.

But she complied with their wishes and took two more sips.

Ji Yan rested his head on the back of his hand, his gaze fixed on the hand holding the cup.

Wen Yan leaned back on the sofa, glancing at Ruan Tang out of the corner of his eye, his expression unreadable.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Ruan Tang had finished the sweet wine.

She placed the empty glass back on the coffee table, blinked, and a thin layer of mist gradually covered the clearness in her almond-shaped eyes.

The little girl turned her head to look at Si Lin, her lips slightly pouting, and two patches of light pink tinged her snow-white cheeks.

Si Lin was talking to Pei Heng when he felt the person beside him leaning against him, and subconsciously reached out to hug him.

He looked down and saw the little girl with her face upturned, her eyes watery, nestled softly in his arms, looking dizzy, as if she were drunk.

Si Lin was taken aback, and reached out to touch her face; it was a little hot.

He glanced at the empty glass on the coffee table, picked it up and smelled it. Underneath the sweet lychee scent was a distinct alcoholic aroma; it was a specially made sweet liqueur, and it looked to be quite strong.

Si Lin slammed the empty glass down on the table, turned to Ji Yan, and asked, "Did you give these orders? What are you doing?"

"I told you she can't drink alcohol."

Ji Yan leaned back on the sofa armrest, his expression calm. "It's just a glass of sweet wine."

Wen Yan gently smoothed things over, "No, Ji Yan has his reasons too."

"We just want to see how much of what Ruan Tang said to you is true and how much is false."

"You two?" Si Lin's gaze swept back and forth between Wen Yan and Ji Yan, his voice turning cold.

Pei Heng put his legs down from the coffee table, his usual playful expression unusually serious. "What's all this commotion about?"

"We're going to fight amongst ourselves over a special admissions student?"

Si Lin didn't reply, but looked down at the person in his arms.

Her breathing was shallow, and her body was already burning up.

He pulled her closer to him, placing his large hand on her back.

Wen Yan stood up, turned around to face the entire banquet hall, clapped his hands, and the two crisp sounds echoed under the dome.

The symphony orchestra playing on stage stopped, the swirling skirts in the dance floor fell silent, and the noble students all turned their heads.

"That's all for tonight, everyone."

"What happens next is probably not something you can see now."

Children of noble families who have been exposed to such things since childhood are very perceptive and perceptive in certain matters.

No one in the hall spoke, no one hesitated. The noble students put down their wine glasses, took their coats from the coat rack, and filed toward the door.

In less than two minutes, the huge second floor of the auditorium was empty.

Even the servants withdrew, and the double doors were closed, leaving the entire space to these four chosen ones.

"Speak," Si Lin said first.

"You've been targeting her since this banquet. What are you trying to do?"

"I've already said I have no intention of giving her a formal title, so what are you all worried about?"

Ji Yan leaned back on the sofa, placing his hands folded on his knees. "I didn't intend to give him a formal title, but my feelings are genuine, aren't they?"

Si Lin was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to refute, but swallowed the words back.

He really couldn't say that he had no sincerity whatsoever.

Ji Yan's voice was cold and distant, "We just don't want your sincerity to be trampled on."

"You're too close to the situation to see clearly, and you're jumping right in, but there's no guarantee that others won't take advantage of you."

Si Lin raised his eyes, his gaze icy. "What do you mean?"

Ji Yan remained composed. "Have you forgotten what she just said? She doesn't like you."

"But you just won't believe it, thinking she's just naive?"

"Alright, then we'll ask her one more time. Wake up your darling and, in front of all of us, ask her again if she likes you."

He paused, leaned forward slightly, and said, "I'm just afraid you're deceiving yourself to the point of not daring to listen."

Si Lin's expression turned cold upon hearing this, but he still carefully placed the person in his arms on the sofa.

Ruan Tang felt dizzy and uncomfortable, leaning back on the sofa with her eyebrows furrowed.

Si Lin felt sorry for her being forced to suffer like this, and patted the little girl's head reassuringly before standing up.

He turned around, looking down at Ji Yan, "Ji Yan, you're being too presumptuous. Since when did it become your place to meddle in my affairs?"

Ji Yan also stood up.

He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, about the same height as Si Lin, only a bit thinner.

The two faced each other across the coffee table, both possessing an air of nobility, but one was as cold and sharp as a knife, while the other was as calm and composed as ice.

Ji Yan didn't back down an inch. "If I don't act recklessly, will you just let things develop as they are?"

"You've crossed the line with your trust in her. Giving her the S badge is one thing, but you also let her spend the night on your private property and use the Si family's pharmacy to recuperate her body."

Si Lin remained unmoved. "Just because of these few trivial matters, you made her drink?"

"Ji Yan, when did you become so petty and learn such despicable methods?"

"Despicable?" Ji Yan repeated the word, a faint, mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Compared to the methods those commoners used to infiltrate the nobility twelve years ago, what's a cup of wine?"

"Have you forgotten how the aristocracy was overthrown back then? Those commoners, who used to be subservient to you, calling you Miss or Young Master, would then turn around and report your preferences and every little detail to their organizations."

"That's how my aunt was ensnared. First, they gained her trust, then they broke down her defenses, and finally, they seized the core secrets of the entire family without shedding a drop of blood."

"Now, it's the same. A specially admitted student has broken all your rules, making you pay more and more attention to him every day."

"You dare say she's cleaner than those lowly people?"

"Can you guarantee you won't become the next Ji Qing?"

Si Lin's eyes suddenly turned cold. "Don't compare her to your hypocritical uncle."

"Don't even compare me to your stupid little aunt."

Ji Yan's expression changed, and his hands, hanging at his sides, clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white.

He was never easily angered; among the four, he was the most mild-mannered.

But now, Ji Yan's voice lowered, losing its usual composure, and his voice was suppressed, "Take back what you just said."

Si Lin scoffed coldly, "What? You, Ji Yan, are allowed to scheme against my people, but I'm not allowed to mention your family affairs?"

"Your little aunt gave up being a young lady of the Ji family to go and marry a commoner, and in the end she committed suicide."

"Are you afraid I'll follow in her footsteps? Ji Yan, you're insulting me."

"You fucking—" Ji Yan stepped forward and grabbed Si Lin's shirt collar.