The engagement was with the younger brother, but I've fallen for the older brother.

Si Yimian pushed open the door and entered, smiling as she waved the gift bag in her hand at Huo Siyue.

Happy birthday, Yueyue!

Huo Siyue immediately used Flash to pounce over.

"Mianmian! My baby! You're finally here!"

She hugged him tightly, took a deep breath into his neck, but her eyes glanced towards the terrace.

"Are you dressed like this to celebrate my birthday, or to torture someone?"

Si Yimian smiled and patted her shoulder.

"It's my birthday. I spent a long time choosing this time."

"Isn't it good-looking?"

Huo Siyue released her, looked her up and down, and gave her a thumbs up.

"It's so beautiful I want to call the police."

Huo Siyue took the gift box and dragged Si Yimian into the crowd.

"Come on, get to know everyone. They're all from my brother's circle. Don't be shy."

Si Yimian obediently followed.

"Hello Mr. Yan, hello sister-in-law."

Yan Tingnan nodded slightly, and Su Ruan smiled and pinched her cheek.

"Mianmian is such a good girl."

Si Yimian smiled at her and continued the scene change.

"Young Master Lu, Miss Lin."

Lu Zhuo lazily raised his glass, and Lin Yiyao waved gently.

"Young Master Wen."

Wen Jinxiao grinned, and the faint scar on his brow bone lifted up.

"Oh, the Si family's little lamb is here?"

Si Yimian nodded obediently.

He Nanxian brought over two glasses of champagne and handed one to her.

"Mianmian, come sit here."

He casually pointed to the seat next to him.

Si Yimian took the wine glass: "Okay, thank you, Brother Nanxian."

She sat down next to him, her gaze falling on the man in the corner.

He Sichen paused in his swirling of the wine glass, looked up at her, and bumped into her.

Si Yimian gave him a sweet smile.

He Sichen withdrew his gaze expressionlessly, tilted his head back, and took a sip of wine.

His Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't initiate a conversation with her.

The party proceeded in a lively and enthusiastic manner, thanks to Huo Siyue's organization.

They ate and drank, clinking glasses and exchanging toasts.

The Michelin three-star chef prepared the dishes live, and champagne was popped one bottle after another.

Halfway through the meal, Huo Siyue stood up and clapped her hands.

"Everyone, just eating is boring, let's have something to liven things up!"

Wen Jinxiao put down his wine glass: "What games are we playing?"

Huo Siyue's eyes darted around, her gaze shifting between Si Yimian and He Nanxian.

"Mianmian, how about you and Nanxian sing us a love song duet?"

Si Yimian, biting her straw, looked up and asked, "Huh?"

"What do you mean, 'huh'? You sing so well, why are you hiding it?"

Huo Siyue had already gotten up to select a song.

He Nanxian smiled and looked at Si Yimian: "Want to sing?"

Si Yimian thought for a moment and said, "Okay."

She stood up and took the microphone.

The screen lit up, and I selected a song called "A Little Sweet".

The two stood in front of the projector.

The intro begins, light and cheerful.

Si Yimian's pronunciation is clear, and her singing is sweet but not cloying.

He Nanxian's clear and melodious voice was perfectly suited to the role.

The two stood in front of the screen, one gentle and the other sweet, making for a pleasing sight.

Huo Siyue sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, deliberately turning her head to look at He Sichen in the corner.

What did you think of their singing?

He Sichen held his wine glass, his gaze fixed on the screen.

"generally."

"this one?"

Huo Siyue raised an eyebrow, her tone exaggerated.

"Look how well-matched they are standing together, a perfect couple!"

He Sichen's knuckles turned white as he gripped the wine glass, and he replied coldly.

"I'll donate it because my eyesight is bad."

Huo Siyue pouted, her gaze falling on his hands.

"The cup is going to break."

He Sichen didn't say anything more, and tilted his head back to gulp down the wine.

The strong liquor burned my throat, but it couldn't quell the raging fire in my heart.

When the song ended, applause erupted.

Huo Siyue got up again and continued to cause trouble.

"Singing alone is boring, let's play Truth or Dare!"

Wen Jinxiao was the first to chime in: "Great! Exciting!"

Huo Siyue pulled an empty wine bottle from under the coffee table and slammed it on the table.

Whoever the bottle tip lands on has to choose between Truth or Dare.

"No cheating, no substitutions allowed."

After she finished speaking, she gave He Sichen a meaningful glance.

In the first round, the bottle opening was aligned with Si Yi Mian.

Si Yimian thought for a moment: "The truth."

Huo Siyue's eyes lit up, and she immediately asked a question.

Is there anyone you like there?

All eyes at the table turned to Si Yimian.

He Nanxian looked at her gently.

He Sichen lowered his eyes, the cup pausing at his lips.

Si Yimian paused for a moment, then nodded.

"have."

"Who?! Who?!"

Si Yimian raised her face, her eyes round and bright.

"Yueyue, this is the second question."

Wen Jinxiao chimed in from the side, "Is that even a question? It's definitely Nanxian!"

"The engagement is right here."

Si Yimian neither denied nor admitted it, but simply smiled with her lips pursed.

He Sichen swirled his wine glass; the ice had melted, and the wine was as weak as water.

He suddenly felt really bored.

The wine, the song, and the room full of people.

It's all so boring.

In the second round, the bottle started spinning.

Glug glug.

It stopped in front of He Sichen, pointing the bottle at him.

Huo Siyue's eyes lit up, and she was so excited that her voice cracked.

He Sichen put down his wine glass, his tone indifferent.

"The truth."

Huo Siyue dropped a bombshell: "Is there anyone here you want to sleep with?"

The air felt like it had been sucked out.

His gaze involuntarily drifted to the opposite side.

Si Yimian was drinking juice through a straw when she saw him looking over, and she smiled at him.

Unaware and unaware.

He Sichen looked away: "I choose dare."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Huo Siyue slammed her hand on the table and burst into laughter, becoming even more excited.

"A dare, huh?"

Go kiss the person you feel most attracted to right now! Gender doesn't matter!

Several single women at the scene instinctively sat up straight, their eyes sparkling.

He Sichen remained silent.

"I surrender."

He reached for the bottle and poured three full glasses of whiskey.

He drank cup after cup without changing his expression.

Lu Zhuo raised an eyebrow: "Old Crane, can't you handle this?"

He Sichen: "Mm."

He answered readily, without any hesitation.

Everyone: "..."

This posture of slacking off is all too practiced.

Huo Siyue's eyes darted around, and she came up with another plan.

"This is boring, let's switch games!"

She took out a silk scarf and waved it.

"Guess Who's Blindfolded!"

"One person is blindfolded, and several people take turns going up to say a sentence. You have to guess who said it."

She looked at Si Yimian: "Mianmian, would you like to go first?"

Si Yimian immediately understood Huo Siyue's intention and nodded in agreement.

"OK."

Si Yimian was blindfolded, and a silk scarf was tied into a bow behind her head.

She sat in the middle of the sofa, her hands obediently placed on her knees.

He guessed the first two correctly, but when it came to He Sichen, he didn't say anything.

Si Yimian tilted her head slightly and sniffed lightly.

The familiar scent of mint filled the air, along with his distinctive cool fragrance.

She reached out her hand and groped in the air.

My fingertips touched the collar of his shirt and felt his slightly protruding Adam's apple.

She paused for a moment, then continued upwards.

I touched his chin, I touched his lips.

He Sichen's breath hitched, and he grasped her wrist.

"Stop fooling around."

His voice was low and hoarse, carrying a warning.

Si Yimian didn't break free from him and announced loudly.

"I knew it! It's Brother Nanxian!"

The entire room fell silent.

He Sichen's face darkened completely.