Yin Mo said, "Whatever." He Chen asked again, "Where do you want to go this afternoon?" Yin Mo said, "Anything works." After two questions, He Chen chose to stay silent. He naturally had his plans, but asked Yin Mo just to hear her suggestions. Unfortunately, the beauty had low emotional intelligence, and her character was obedient without her own opinions, so asking for her own desires was probably difficult. He Chen sat down, massaging Yin Mo’s hand, slowly stretching his fingers and interlocking them tightly with hers. He was silent for a moment, with rare seriousness and focus in his slender eyes, teaching Yin Mo in a hoarse voice, "Baby, in front of me, you can follow your heart." She could do whatever she wanted, without needing to obey blindly. "I really can do anything." Yin Mo looked back at He Chen, speaking casually. For more chapters visit novel✶fire.net Maybe it was seeing his clear reflection in her eyes, Yin Mo’s thoughts stirred, and she tentatively asked, "Then... shall we have steak?" He Chen didn’t respond, but his chest felt mixed with sourness and indescribable heartache. He too was unfortunate in his youth, suffering years of oppression and bullying in the He Family. But He Chen was luckier than Yin Mo because he escaped the misery early on and lived carefree and joyously. In contrast, Yin Mo was trapped in the Ducal Residence, her character and essence eroded by the Xiao family, making her pale and dull. If not for meeting Li Qiao, she might never have learned to rebel and strive. He Chen raised his arm, embracing Yin Mo in his arms, gently stroking the back of her head, his thin lips printed on her forehead, "Then let’s have steak." Everyone said He Chen was frivolous and light-hearted, but that’s because no one had seen his devotion and deep emotions. He couldn’t say how much he loved Yin Mo, but she was the only one he didn’t want to touch any other woman for. At Earl’s Seven-Star Hotel, it was dining peak time, but the entire Western restaurant had only one table occupied. He Chen and Yin Mo sat opposite each other at the long table, nodding towards the menu in front of her, "Order whatever you want." Yin Mo opened the menu, dazzled by the array of delicacies. She casually ordered a steak, then looked at the center of the long table and furrowed her brows. He Chen caught this moment, glanced smoothly, then joked softly, "Baby, need some candles?" At the center of the long table were three candle stands. Hearing this, Yin Mo closed the menu and handed it to the waiter, shaking her head, "No need. But for this Western table setting, a bouquet of fresh flowers would look better." Beside them, the waiter holding the menu looked at He Chen silently. The top-tier Western restaurant at the Seven-Star Hotel would certainly not make such a common mistake. But today’s patron refused to have any of those flashy details, saying flowers would block his view of the beauty... On the other side, He Chen lounged lazily as he eyed Yin Mo, after a few seconds, he compromised and gestured to the waiter, "Display them, quickly." He Chen lacked gentlemanly awareness and didn’t care about playing romantic surface games. But Yin Mo, born in the British Imperial, had a natural sensitivity to ceremonial feelings. It can only be said that the most complementary couple in terms of emotions must be them. After dinner, He Chen took Yin Mo to the Cultural Garden. The two strolled hand in hand through the Parma-style scenic area, enjoying the rare tranquility. Yin Mo was a girl who couldn’t hide her thoughts, after passing an old alley district, she looked at He Chen’s distinctive profile, pondering while asking, "What will you do if you can’t find Aunt?" "We will find her." He Chen tilted his head, his thin lips curving pleasantly, "Even if we can’t find her, your man won’t just sit around waiting." Yin Mo’s eyelid twitched, quickly turning to gaze at the scenery. From He Chen’s angle, he could see her ears gradually turning red. He bent down, blowing gently onto her ear, "Baby, are you satisfied with my answer? Give me a word." Yin Mo dodged and complained, "Don’t mess around." Except for certain specific moments, she wasn’t too accustomed to being intimate with He Chen in public. But the man clearly didn’t know when to stop, kissing her on the face several times before letting go. Next to the Cultural Garden was an amusement park. Growing up, He Chen had never ventured inside a place like that. He glanced to the side, noticing Yin Mo looking at the Ferris wheel with interest, and gently ruffled her hair, "Do you want to go?" Yin Mo looked at him, hesitated, then nodded. She’d never been on a Ferris wheel, nor visited an amusement park. He Chen bent down, bringing his handsome face close to Yin Mo’s, grinning playfully, "Baby, call me brother and I’ll take you." Yin Mo stared at his profile, then glanced at the Ferris wheel, "Can’t one person enter?" He Chen squinted at her, instantly losing interest. He turned on his heel, holding Yin Mo’s hand, heading towards the amusement park, his silhouette somewhat... dejected. Another day hurt by low emotional intelligence of 29 points. In places like amusement parks, there were many young couples, but couples like He Chen and Yin Mo with such striking appearances were extremely rare, akin to one in a thousand. Under the Ferris wheel, He Chen led Yin Mo, ignoring the amazed voices behind, leaning them into the cabin. Inside was spacious, with two rows of seats, and a square table in the middle. He Chen dominantly pulled Yin Mo to sit on the same side. As the Ferris wheel slowly ascended, Yin Mo rested her chin, gazing at the scenery, while the man watched her. Upon reaching the top, He Chen asked if she had any wishes. Yin Mo thought for a few seconds, confused, then shook her head, "No, I don’t have any wishes..." Wishes mostly stem from either spiritual or material desires, but she had none. The Ducal Residence’s practices didn’t allow servants to have their own thoughts and opinions. The years of admonishment made Yin Mo lose all desire for aspirations, the only belief that initially supported her survival was probably her parents. At this moment, He Chen glanced out the window, circling Yin Mo’s waist and placing her on his lap, as the Ferris wheel climbed higher, a hint of displeasure passed through his brows, his tone fierce, "Captain Yin, am I not qualified to be your wish?" Yin Mo gazed directly at the man, "Sure." He Chen: "..." He felt a bit forced. Yin Mo pursed her lips, her eyes slightly bright, "I have a wish, hoping my parents live long and healthy lives." As their Ferris wheel gradually reached the topmost point, Yin Mo’s soft hand brushed He Chen’s handsome face, smiling shyly, "You too." To hell with living long and healthy! Being with this woman, he would be lucky not to die early! He Chen didn’t say another word, pressing his lips onto hers, filled with strong frustration. But soon, the kiss turned into an entwined and lingering affair. Yin Mo curled up in He Chen’s arms, her mind gradually becoming more blank. He Chen looked light-hearted and hedonistic, but his kiss was particularly dominant and assertive, always able to make her shiver and her heart race. At the Ferris wheel’s highest point, the man held her lips, his slender eyes full of teasing, "Captain Yin, where are you touching?" At this moment, He Chen took advantage of Yin Mo’s distraction, pinching her wrist to tuck her palm inside his shirt collar. Totally unaware, Yin Mo raised her water-filled eyes, looked down, only to quickly withdraw her hand, "It was you..." He Chen wickedly grinned, placing her palm over his heart through the shirt, his gaze deep and focused, "Yin Mo, it’s yours." Yin Mo stopped struggling, her gradually moist palm resting on He Chen’s heart, clearly feeling the warmth and pulse beneath. Gradually, it seemed the rhythm of their heartbeats began to synchronize...