The younger sister pretends to be hypnotized, and her older brother gets addicted.

"Let me introduce myself again. I am Federico, my Chinese name is Ke Yun, my mother is Chinese, and my father is from the Orsini family."

The boy held out his hand. "And you? What's your name?"

Ruan Yang was a little confused.

She only had two impressions of Italy.

Pizza and the Mafia.

Ruan Yang shook her head, "...My name is Ruan Yang, but I cannot marry you."

Ke Yun frowned. "Didn't you say that any request would be acceptable?"

Ruan Yang explained, "...Marriage is a matter of mutual consent. I don't understand you, so I can't marry you."

Ke Yun smiled.

He had a pair of amber eyes, which reminded Ruan Yang of Jiang Zhuo.

Jiang Zhuo also had a pair of amber eyes.

Ke Yun is more like a pure-blooded Chinese than a mixed-race person.

But growing up in Italy, his language habits and the local environment gave him a somewhat exotic, youthful air.

When he occasionally has a serious expression, it's hard to pinpoint exactly how he resembles Jiang Yanci.

He was even more like his own younger brother than Jiang Zhuo.

If it weren't for the indescribable sense of pride that Ke Yun exuded when introducing his family, she would have assumed he was a womanizer left behind by Mr. Jiang in Italy.

"We can learn about it first," Ke Yun said.

He produced his driver's license, graduation certificate, and also showed his TikTok account.

The account has 10 followers, but it's not an internet celebrity; it only occasionally posts about daily life.

It's clear that he lives in a very comfortable environment.

Ke Yun then took out another photo. "This is our family photo. If you're not comfortable with it, you can check it out."

He pointed to a child in the lower left corner, "This is me when I was 12 years old."

Ruan Yang was somewhat surprised.

She also showed Zhao Zhao's photo, saying, "Look, you look just like my younger brother."

"Younger brother?" Ke Yun frowned, looking at the little kid in the photo. His eyes flickered, and he felt a strange sense of familiarity.

"They do look a bit alike, but he should look like me. How old are you?" Ke Yun asked.

I am 22 years old.

"I'm older than you, so you should call me brother."

Ruan Yang frowned: "...We're not that close yet."

"OMG, what an incredibly handsome guy!"

Meng Ling woke up, and the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Ke Yun.

She strolled up, looked her over carefully, and said, "Not bad, I agree to this marriage!"

Then her body slumped, and she completely lost consciousness.

Ruan Yang reacted quickly and caught her.

Meng Ling fainted because she was helping Ruan Yang avoid drinking, so Ruan Yang naturally couldn't just ignore it. She planned to find a hotel to settle her in.

"I'll drive you there," Ke Yun said.

Ruan Yang was wary. "No need."

At this moment, the principal and others came out. When they saw Ke Yun, the principal was a little surprised.

"Mr. Orsini, I didn't expect to see you here."

Ruan Yang looked bewildered. "Principal, do you know him?"

"This is Mr. Federico Orsini, whose family sponsors the La Scala Ballet in Milan."

Ruan Yang was surprised.

No ballet enthusiast is unfamiliar with La Scala, a ballet company with nearly three hundred years of history.

Ke Yun smiled, exchanged a few pleasantries with the principal, displaying the sunshine and enthusiasm typical of Italian men, before bidding farewell and leaving.

After everyone left, the principal said to Ruan Yang, "Yangyang, be careful of Mr. Orsini, he seems to like you very much."

Ruan Yang asked, "Is he that scary?"

The principal shook his head.

"On the contrary, he's very charming. His exes include an Italian supermodel and a principal ballerina; he's a notorious playboy with almost no single period. But he's a devout Catholic and doesn't engage in any intimate behavior with his exes; the girls break up with him because they don't feel any affection from him."

Ruan Yang was bewildered.

What is this?

Is this innocent scumbag hot?

After everyone left, Ruan Yang helped Meng Ling hail a taxi by the roadside.

There's a major internet company nearby, and it's 9 PM now, which is their rush hour, so it's hard to get a taxi.

Ruan Yang hesitated, wondering whether she should send her family driver over.

A silver, four-seater convertible supercar pulled up in front of her.

Ke Yun sat in the driver's seat, his arms bent and casually resting on the metal frame of the car, grinning.

"Miss Ruan, I'll give you a ride."

Under the streetlights, Ruan Yang saw the last three digits of the license plate.

The lucky number according to your zodiac sign is 777.

As someone who believes in simple things, it's perfectly reasonable for me to believe in horoscopes as well.

Ruan Yang's heart trembled slightly.

Could it be... that the destined partner the astrological chart indicates is Ke Yun?

Under the lamplight, the streetlights illuminated Ke Yun's features.

He was wearing a sleeveless hoodie, and was slender and handsome, with clearly defined muscles on his shoulders and arms, which were long and beautiful.

When he smiles, he loses the aloofness that he has when he has a cold face, just like his older brother, and he has two cute tiger teeth on both sides.

With those light amber eyes, she bore an uncanny resemblance to Jiang Zhuo.

This sense of familiarity made Ruan Yang temporarily lower her guard.

She nodded and got into the car with Meng Ling.

When Meng Ling arrived at the hotel, she was already a little more awake.

She thought of the horse-faced man and the cross-eyed man, and clenched her fists involuntarily. She said apologetically to Ruan Yang, "I'm sorry, I scared you."

Ruan Yang shook his head, somewhat worried.

"Senior, are you in some kind of trouble? I can help you. My older brother is very capable."

"No need." Meng Ling shook her head. "I'm fine. You should go home too. Oh, by the way—"

"Yangyang, don't let that white-haired guy deliver it to you. Even though he's handsome, handsome men are all the same! No, all men are the same!"

"..."

Seeing that Meng Ling had the energy to curse, Ruan Yang felt relieved.

"Senior, I'm leaving now. Call me if you're not feeling well."

As soon as Ruan Yang stepped out of the hotel, he saw the familiar silver-gray supercar at the drop-off point on the roundabout at the main entrance.

"Mr. Ke, you haven't left yet?"

"I’m waiting for you."

"wait for me?"

"Yes, I'll wait for you to repay my kindness."

"..."

Ruan Yang had a bit of a headache. "I'm sorry, I really can't meet your request. You can ask for something else."

"Okay," Ke Yun readily agreed, "Be my girlfriend for one night."

"...What?"

"Don't worry, I'm a devout believer and won't have sex before marriage." Ke Yun tapped the steering wheel. "You could also think of me as Platonic. Even after marriage, nothing is certain."

Seeing that Ruan Yang did not believe it.

Ke Yun clutched the cross pendant on his chest. "I swear to God."

The dazzling hotel lights illuminated his silver hair, giving him an androgynous and sacred appearance.

When Ruan Yang hesitated.

Ke Yun glanced at the rearview mirror, and upon seeing something, a cold glint flashed in her beautiful eyes.

He reached out and pulled Ruan Yang into the car, holding her hand and placing it against his heart.

"Baby, can you feel it? It's beating for you."

Ruan Yang's eyes widened.

"Who are you--"

*

10 PM.

Special Assistant Lu sent Jiang Yanci a document.

Jiang Yanci's face was gloomy, as calm as the calm before a storm.

Assistant Lu, observing the situation, suggested, "...You can make a call to Miss Ruan."

Jiang Yanci glanced at him and said, "No need."

He's not a rigid, old-fashioned person; it's only ten o'clock, isn't it?

His little butterfly got tired of flying and always had to go home.

The moon was high in the sky when the clock struck twelve.

A tall, silent figure stood on the terrace of the old house, his shadow flowing across the marble floor.

Jiang Yanci's gaze passed over the layers of trees and the angel fountain pool, landing on the direction of the entrance.

Yangyang hasn't come back yet.

The social gathering isn't over yet?

What's the point of socializing with those seven oddballs?

Jiang Yanci had no idea that the lessons his mother had taught him since childhood—not to judge others' manners and upbringing—had vanished with the turning of the clock hands on the wall.

He became mean and rude.

Amidst the somber tolling of the bells, a sleek silver sports car, accompanied by the roar of its engine, entered Jiang Yanci's field of vision.

The sports car stopped in front of the Jiang family's old residence.

The car door opened, and a silver-haired young man got out of the driver's seat, politely walked around to the passenger side, and opened the door.

A beautiful figure slowly stepped off the car.

Yangyang is back.

Jiang Yanci smiled and was about to go downstairs.

But as soon as Ruan Yang stood up, the silver-haired boy put his arm around her waist.

The pink dress revealed a slender back, and her snow-white skin was like a pearl in midsummer, shimmering with a delicate light.

Ke Yun gazed at the Jiang residence, a hint of bewilderment flashing in his eyes.

Immediately, his palm landed on her slender waist, and he kissed Ruan Yangqin's fair cheek.

"Honey, are you really not considering marrying me?"

Not far away, Jiang Yanci's eyes suddenly darkened.