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She knew exactly what the Huateng Villa District was.

In Shanghai's top-tier exclusive communities, those few detached houses in the central area are not something that money can easily buy.

The people who live there are either rich or noble.

Yu Binglan suddenly realized that she seemed to have misunderstood something.

Brother Shen Ze doesn't seem to be as ordinary as she thought.

The car drove all the way to the entrance of the Huateng Villa District.

After the gatekeeper recognized the license plate, he did not let the vehicle pass directly, but instead verified the visitor information according to the procedure.

Shen Ze lowered the car window.

The gatekeeper saw him and immediately stood up straight: "Good evening, Mr. Shen."

His tone was so respectful and natural that Yu Binglan's heart skipped a beat again.

The acquaintances with the gatekeepers weren't temporary; they were familiar with each other at the resident level.

After the verification was approved, the car entered the park.

The lakeside lights are soft, the roads are clean, and the greenery is as quiet as a painting.

Yu Binglan followed the navigation and drove in, but the further she drove, the more she felt something was wrong.

This is not the outer perimeter of an ordinary villa area; this is the core lake area of ​​Huateng.

When the car stopped in front of that central detached house, Yu Binglan finally turned to look at Shen Ze.

"Is this your home?"

Shen Ze unbuckled his seatbelt: "Yeah, we just moved here not long ago."

Yu Binglan looked at the detached villa in front of her, then at the simple jacket Shen Ze was wearing, and suddenly smiled softly.

She now realized how careful she had been when she secretly paid the bill at the Caesars Hotel and even told the manager not to mention the amount.

Shen Ze is not the kind of person who would be afraid of losing face over a meal cost of more than 200,000 yuan.

How could someone who can live in the penthouse of Huateng Center be ordinary?

He was just low-key, so low-key that she misjudged him.

Yu Binglan felt no disappointment; on the contrary, she found it even more interesting.

Shen Ze was like this when he was a child; he didn't like to explain or show off.

Even when he could have easily beaten those kids, he wouldn't go back to brag to anyone; he would just dust himself off and say goodbye.

Even after growing up, it's still the same.

After Shen Ze got out of the car, he did not close the door immediately.

He bent down and looked at Yu Binglan in the car: "Thank you for the birthday dinner today."

Yu Binglan shook her head: "I should be thanking you."

She thought for a moment, then asked, "Do you have time tomorrow?"

Shen Ze said, "Yes."

Yu Binglan's eyes brightened slightly: "Then shall we meet again tomorrow?"

"Can."

Shen Ze smiled and said, "You choose the place."

Yu Binglan nodded: "Okay, I'll contact you tomorrow."

After she finished speaking, she seemed to remember something, and her expression became a little unnatural: "You should get some rest early tonight."

Shen Ze looked at her reddened ears and suddenly said, "And also, President Yu."

Yu Binglan looked up: "Hmm?"

Shen Ze looked at her with a half-smile: "Next time you secretly pay the bill, you don't need to specifically tell the manager not to tell me."

Yu Binglan blushed upon hearing Shen Ze's words.

She gripped the steering wheel, and despite being the decisive female CEO of Xingchen Group, she acted like a little girl caught doing something wrong, finally managing to stammer out, "I was just afraid you'd overthink it."

Shen Ze laughed and said, "It's just a meal, I wouldn't overthink it."

"That won't work either."

Yu Binglan whispered, "It's our first birthday dinner together, I can't let you pay."

Seeing her unusually awkward expression, Shen Ze felt a chill in his heart lessen considerably.

During this period, Shen Jianjun's family has caused too many disgusting things.

But Yu Binglan's appearance seemed to pull him out of that mire a little.

"Drive carefully on the way back," Shen Ze said.

Yu Binglan nodded: "I'll contact you tomorrow."

"it is good."

The Maybach slowly drove away from the Huateng Center's most prestigious building.

Shen Ze stood at the door, watching the car's taillights disappear at the end of the bend by the lake, before turning around and going inside.

Over the next few days, Yu Binglan would look for Shen Ze almost every day.

Sometimes it's eating, sometimes it's drinking coffee.

Sometimes he would just send a photo of an old alley near Anpingli when he was a child, asking if he remembered it.

Shen Ze wasn't a talkative person, but he would always say a few more words to Yu Binglan.

The sense of unfamiliarity between the two, stemming from not seeing each other for over a decade, quickly dissipated with each subsequent meeting.

Yu Binglan remained aloof in front of outsiders.

In the conference room of Xingchen Group, she could make several senior executives sit up straight with just a glance.

The supplier's quote was unreasonable, so she simply pushed the contract back: "Redo it."

"Mr. Yu, this is the lowest price we can offer."

Yu Binglan said calmly, "Then let's go to another one."

The other party immediately fell silent.

The people at Xingchen Group were already used to her like this.

Cold, strong, decisive, leaving no room for bargaining.

But everything changed as soon as Shen Ze appeared.

That afternoon, Shen Ze went to Xingchen Group to find Yu Binglan.

The receptionist stood up immediately when she saw him: "Mr. Shen, Mr. Yu has already given instructions that you should go straight upstairs."

Several employees nearby immediately looked over.

"It's him again?"

"You've been here several times these past few days, haven't you?"

"President Yu personally instructed that the vehicle be released immediately; this treatment is outrageous."

"Last time, when Shen Cong gave us an eight million Ferrari, President Yu didn't even lift an eyelid. But when this Mr. Shen came, President Yu smiled so much that I doubted I was seeing things."

As soon as Shen Ze entered the elevator, several female employees began to whisper among themselves.

"Just who is he?"

"I don't know, she was dressed quite simply, but she had a very composed demeanor."

"Haven't you heard? President Yu has known him since he was a child, and he calls him Brother Shen Ze."

"Brother? That's such a rude way to address someone."

Several male colleagues nearby felt a pang of sadness upon hearing this.

There are quite a few male employees in Xingchen Group who have a crush on Yu Binglan.

Who hasn't fantasized about being noticed by President Yu someday?

But the reality is, they didn't even dare to breathe loudly in front of Yu Binglan.

During the meeting, Yu Binglan would ask one question that would make them break out in a sweat.

As a result, Shen Ze has transformed the ice queen they could only admire from afar into a sweet girl who can smile, blush, and wait for others.

At the entrance to the CEO's office.

The assistant was about to knock when the door opened from the inside.

Yu Binglan stood behind the door, and the moment she saw Shen Ze, the corners of her lips naturally curved into a smile.

"You've arrived."

Her voice was so gentle that the assistant almost dropped the documents in her hand.

Shen Ze nodded: "I just happened to be passing by."

Yu Binglan scoffed, "You always say you're just passing by."

"Then try a different reason next time."

"What reason?"

"I came here specifically to see you."

Yu Binglan's ears turned red instantly, but she didn't avoid his gaze: "Then I'll remember it."

Outside the office, the assistant lowered his head and pretended not to hear anything.

But inside, I was already furious.

Is this still their CEO, Ms. Yu?

The CEO Yu, who could silence investors in meetings, actually blushed because of a single sentence from Shen Ze.

That evening, when Shen Ze left Xingchen Group, the entire president's office was secretly watching him.

Several male employees stood in the break room, their expressions increasingly complex.

"I've completely given up."

"Who isn't? The way President Yu looks at him is definitely not that of an ordinary friend."

"The key is that they didn't show off at all, they were so calm, which is even more heartbreaking."

"Even an eight-million-dollar Ferrari from Shen Cong was useless; Mr. Yu smiled with just a word from Mr. Shen. Who can resist such a difference?"