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Shen Zhiyi didn't react at first, only stunned by his smile, and followed him out blankly.

It wasn't until she stepped out of the banquet hall and saw hundreds of cars already parked in the driveway in front of the manor, with guests flocking to the parking lot in twos and threes, that she suddenly realized what was going on.

If you go out with the main group, just waiting in line for a bus will take at least an hour.

Meanwhile, Lu Zichuan, usually so composed and mature, was looking at her sideways, his eyebrows slightly raised, a hint of smug satisfaction in his eyes: "Now you understand?"

Shen Zhiyi was amused by his rare childlike behavior, and her own playful side was suddenly awakened.

She gave him a thumbs-up, her tone playfully teasing:

"Our CEO Lu is amazing, he seems to have foreseen everything!"

The last syllable was drawn out, like a piece of candy, just the right amount of sweetness.

Lu Zichuan looked at the smile spreading across her eyes, and the corners of his lips also turned up.

He didn't reply, but simply tightened his grip on her hand and led her quickly towards the side gate of the manor. His car was parked there, and his assistant, Wang, had already driven it to the nearest exit, ready to leave at any time.

A night breeze blew in my face, carrying the refreshing coolness of early autumn.

Shen Zhiyi jogged to keep up with him, her skirt billowing gently behind her. Looking at their clasped hands, she suddenly felt that the moon tonight seemed much brighter than when she arrived.

Once in the car, Shen Zhiyi realized that the passenger seat was empty; Pei Jin hadn't come along.

She quickly said, "Assistant Wang, wait a minute! Assistant Pei hasn't gotten in the car yet!"

As Assistant Wang smoothly drove out of the manor, he smiled in the rearview mirror and said, "Assistant Pei doesn't really like these kinds of occasions, so I already took him home beforehand. Miss Shen, don't worry."

Shen Zhiyi was relieved to hear this.

She lowered the back of her chair slightly, leaned back, and quietly looked out the window.

Friday night, the streets were still bustling with activity, with cars and pedestrians coming and going.

The neon lights flowed across the car window, flashing past frame by frame.

Looking at the unfamiliar faces passing by, she suddenly felt as if she were in another world. The entanglements, struggles, arguments, and tears between her and Xu Zhesheng seemed like something from the last century.

Suddenly, a weight settled on my shoulder.

Shen Zhiyi turned her head and found that Lu Zichuan had fallen asleep at some point.

The car swayed slightly with the undulations of the road, and his head tilted uncontrollably toward her, gently brushing against her shoulder again and again.

The cool, sandalwood scent emanating from him wafted over with each breath, a pleasant aroma that gradually filled the enclosed car.

His hair was soft and fluffy, brushing against her chin and causing a slight tickle.

Shen Zhiyi subconsciously wanted to move, but Lu Zichuan's brows suddenly furrowed slightly, as if he was uneasy or unwilling to be disturbed.

She froze immediately, not daring to move an inch.

Assistant Wang, sitting in the front seat, saw this scene through the rearview mirror and spoke very softly:

"President Lu has been incredibly busy this week, almost every day he doesn't leave work until after midnight. It's been a long time since I've seen him so relaxed."

Shen Zhiyi was slightly taken aback.

She turned her head and looked at the person beside her, using the light flashing by outside the window.

Lu Zichuan's face was very close to hers, close enough that she could see the fine texture of his skin.

She had always known she had good skin, but looking at him so closely now, she realized his skin was even better—clean without a single pimple, the angles of his jawline particularly defined in the light and shadow. Even in his sleep, his face was still as handsome as a character straight out of a comic book.

His breathing was light, long, and even, his warm breath brushing against her neck.

Shen Zhiyi held her breath, not daring to move an inch.

The neon lights outside the car window continued to flow, but the air inside the car was so quiet it seemed to have frozen.

Looking at his peaceful sleeping face, she suddenly felt an indescribable emotion welling up inside her, like heartache, or something softer that quietly melted away in her heart.

She gently adjusted her position to make herself more stable so that he could sleep more comfortably.

Then, she closed her eyes as well.

Tonight feels really long.

But it also seemed that time was passing much faster than she had imagined.

Forty minutes later, the car smoothly drove into the underground parking garage of the residential complex.

Shen Zhiyi was about to call out to wake Lu Zichuan when she found that he had already slowly woken up.

Those pale eyes were half-open, filled with the dazed look of someone just waking up, and quietly rested on her face, with a hint of emotion hidden deep within them that she couldn't decipher.

Before she could speak, Lu Zichuan had already gently raised his hand.

A warm palm touched her cheek, the movement extremely light and gentle, like a feather brushing against her.

His palms were warm, carrying the unique scent of sandalwood that he carried, and they were pressed against her skin.

He was too close, so close that she could hear his steady breathing and feel his heart beating faster than normal, each beat striking her eardrums.

He remained leaning on her shoulder, only tilting his head slightly to look at her.

Shen Zhiyi inexplicably felt her heartbeat become erratic, pounding against her chest.

She instinctively wanted to shrink back, but was afraid of disturbing him, so she froze on the spot and even held her breath.

A few seconds later, Lu Zichuan seemed to finally come to his senses completely.

He slowly pulled away from her shoulder, and the hand that had been touching her cheek slowly withdrew, his fingertips inadvertently brushing against her earlobe, bringing a slight tingling sensation.

He rubbed his temples, his voice slightly hoarse, the low, hoarse quality typical of someone just waking up:

"Sorry, I fell asleep."

Shen Zhiyi gently shook her head: "It's okay, we're here, let's go home."

As soon as she said it, she didn't realize there was anything wrong with it.

Lu Zichuan's pale eyes lingered on her for a few seconds, then a faint smile appeared on his lips, his voice carrying the languidness of someone just waking up:

"Okay, let's go home."

Shen Zhiyi suddenly realized that the sentence seemed somewhat ambiguous.

"Let's go home" sounds like a couple who are truly together, ending a night of socializing and returning to their own place.

Her ears suddenly felt hot, as if they were on fire.

She wanted to explain, to say, "I meant we should each go back to our own homes," but the words only made things worse, making her seem like she was making a mountain out of a molehill.

I simply pretended I didn't hear anything.

She lowered her head and reached for the car door, her movements somewhat hurried, her ear tips glowing bright red under the cold white lights of the garage.

As Lu Zichuan watched her fleeing figure, the smile in his eyes deepened.

He didn't expose it, but slowly straightened his cuffs and got off the bus as well.

The underground parking garage lights cast long shadows of the two people, one in front of the other, yet always very close together.

It's as if we're going to walk together in the same direction.