Mr. Song, you have crossed the line.

Song Shiyan's voice was patient and gentle, "Based on the cards in my hand, you didn't make a mistake, but looking at the cards on the table, this one really shouldn't be played."

Then he taught her that playing cards requires not only looking at the cards in her own hand, but also having a comprehensive understanding of the entire game.

After practicing a few more times, Song Shiyan's phone rang. He looked at Rong Zheng and said, "You call it for me, I'll go answer this call."

Rong Zheng tensed up instantly, "But I haven't fully learned it yet."

"It's alright, learning through practice is much more effective." Song Shiyan picked up his phone, got up, and went to the balcony to answer the call.

Rong Zheng was forced into this situation; it was her first time playing cards, and she was incredibly nervous. She couldn't even arrange the mahjong tiles properly, and they were all crooked and twisted.

Liang Huolin said, "Take your time, don't rush, aim carefully before you strike."

Rong Zheng nodded, "Okay."

At first, Rong Zheng would glance at the balcony every few seconds, hoping that Song Shiyan would come back soon. Gradually, she noticed that he was always on the phone, and Liang Huolin and the others told her not to rush him, not to urge her at all, and just to make sure she was ready before making the call. As the call went on, Rong Zheng found it quite interesting and gradually began to understand some of the tricks of the trade.

But she was no match for veterans like Liang Huolin; either she lost, or they won by themselves.

In no time, Song Shiyan had lost half of the chips on the shelf.

I don't know how big their bet is.

Rong Zheng was a little flustered.

Zhou Chiyao noticed Rong Zheng's nervousness. "Dr. Rong, it's alright. Brother Yan wins nine out of ten games of cards against us. He's won by a huge margin. Besides, we don't play for high stakes. It's just for fun. The important thing is to have fun."

Rong Zheng believed it and continued playing. It wasn't until much later that she learned she had lost 1.8 million to Song Shiyan in that game.

When Song Shiyan returned after finishing his phone call, there were only two chips left on the shelf.

"I lost a lot, you can take my place." Rong Zheng immediately stood up and gave up her seat when she saw Song Shiyan return.

"It's alright." Song Shiyan glanced at his watch; it was ten o'clock. "You have to go to work tomorrow, I'll take you home."

Rong Zheng really can't stay out too late. "I'll just take a taxi back. You can keep playing with them."

Liang Huolin: "We have to go to the company tomorrow, let's call it a day."

Fu Xingzhou: "Yes, I have a morning meeting tomorrow."

Zhou Chiyao turned his neck. "My neck is sore from hitting you."

Seeing how cooperative they were, a smile flickered in Song Shiyan's eyes. He then looked at Rong Zheng and said, "Let's go. I'll get you the scar removal cream."

Rong Zheng actually still had a gift to give to Song Shiyan, but seeing what they said, she didn't refuse any longer. After saying goodbye to everyone, she left with Song Shiyan.

Fang Zheng had already driven his car out and was waiting at the entrance of the club.

Song Shiyan opened the back door first, put his hand on the roof, and looked at Rong Zheng, saying, "Be careful of your head."

Rong Zheng looked at the tall, elegant man in the night and remembered that time at the Song family manor when Song Shiyan held an umbrella and opened the car door for her. But at that time, she was holding Tangtang in her arms, so it was indeed inconvenient.

But now, she's not holding anyone, so she can open the car door herself.

And just now in the private room, he pulled out the chair for her.

These are not things he should be doing.

Why is he so good to her?

It seems that ever since she came to Beijing, he has treated her differently.

Rong Zheng suddenly remembered the night Lu Peichuan and Song Shiyan were drinking. Lu Peichuan asked Song Shiyan to take good care of her and Tangtang in the future. Could it be because of Lu Peichuan's request?

Rumors say that Song Shiyan is cold-blooded and ruthless, but he is not cold-blooded and ruthless at all. He is clearly loyal, trustworthy, and keeps his promises.

Having spent time with him, she felt that Song Shiyan was a very good person, proving that the rumors were indeed unreliable.

"Brother, actually..." You don't need to take such good care of me.

"Let's change how we address each other," Song Shiyan interrupted Rong Zheng.

While playing cards, Zhou Chiyao gave him advice, saying that he first had to get Rong Zheng to change how she addressed him, otherwise in her heart, he would always be Lu Peichuan's older brother.

Rong Zheng didn't understand. "Huh?"

Looking at the bewildered woman in the night, Song Shiyan said, "You and Pei Chuan are already divorced. Isn't it inappropriate for you to still call me 'Big Brother'?"

Rong Zheng was slightly taken aback. Wasn't she being very considerate of her? What did this mean now?

Why does it sound like they're trying to distance themselves from her?

She suddenly remembered that accidental kiss that night. Was he trying to give her some pointers, showing concern but telling her not to overthink it?

But that night was truly an accident, and she didn't dare to think about what Song Shiyan might think of her; she was self-aware enough to know that much.

Rong Zheng gave a helpless twitch of her lips. "It's really not suitable."

Song Shiyan was surprised by her obedience, and a slight smile appeared on his thin lips. "Okay, get in the car."

Rong Zheng bent down to get into the car.

Song Shiyan then sat down.

Fang Zheng started the car.

Song Shiyan took a jade-colored porcelain bottle from the locker in the central control room and handed it to Rong Zheng, "Scar removal cream."

Rong Zheng took the porcelain bottle. The bottle felt very nice to the touch, and judging from the packaging, it must be expensive. "Thank you, sir..." she paused, then changed her words, "Thank you, Mr. Song."

Song Shiyan frowned slightly. "Mr. Song?"

Seeing Song Shiyan's reaction, Rong Zheng guessed he was dissatisfied with the way he was addressed, and tentatively asked, "President Song?"

Song Shiyan: "..."

Even Fang Zheng, who was in front, couldn't stand it anymore. "Miss Rong, Mr. Song is Tangtang's uncle. It's too formal for you to call him that."

The elder brother is not suitable, Mr. Song is not satisfied, and President Song is too distant.

What did she shout?

Rong Zheng suddenly remembered how Bai Zhi and the others addressed Song Shiyan, "Brother Yan?" Just as she finished speaking, she remembered how Wei Shuyan addressed him, "Brother Shiyan?"

It's the same "Brother Shi Yan," but when Wei Shuyan calls him that, he feels nothing. However, when these four words come out of Rong Zheng's mouth, especially the two reduplicated words at the end, the feeling is completely different.

He was so moved by their shouts that his bones felt weak and his body became restless.

Rong Zheng regretted asking the last part of the title as soon as she finished. Wei Shuyan was Song Shiyan's girlfriend, how could she call her the same way? It was her own fault for speaking too quickly.

And Shi Yan-gege...

She wasn't like Wei Shuyan, a young, lively, and adorable girl. When Wei Shuyan called out, it sounded beautiful, but when she called out... it sounded awkward and cheesy.

"From now on, I'll call you Brother Yan, okay?"

Song Shiyan wasn't satisfied with the title either, but given their current relationship, it seemed there wasn't a better one. "Hmm."

Rong Zheng put the scar removal cream into her bag, took out a small navy blue box from it, and handed it to Song Shiyan, "Birthday present."

A hint of surprise flickered in Song Shiyan's deep eyes, but it was concealed by his slightly lowered eyelids. When he looked up at Rong Zheng, only a calm expression remained. "Thank you."

"It's just a small token of my appreciation; I hope you don't mind."

"No." Song Shiyan opened the box; inside was a pair of dark blue cufflinks. He handed the box to Rong Zheng. "Could you help me try them on?"

Rong Zheng was slightly taken aback. It seemed that only children and women would be unable to resist trying on and wearing beautiful things. She never expected that someone of Song Shiyan's noble status would do the same.

However, the fact that he was willing to try it on shows that he likes it, which is the best response for the person giving the gift.

"Okay." Rong Zheng agreed without much thought, but when Song Shiyan's arm was extended in front of her, she realized that she had never worn this before. She looked at Song Shiyan awkwardly, "I don't know how."

Song Shiyan asked in confusion, "You didn't put it on Pei Chuan?"