"Ah~~!"
The next day, around eleven in the morning, Wang Yu woke from his sleep, let out a big yawn, and followed it with a long stretch. Upon climbing out of bed, he realized that he was alone—Xiao Mei was nowhere to be seen. However, there was a note left on the bedside table.
"Hey thief, I lost! I didn't sing 'Conquest' on my knees to avoid waking you up, but as someone who honors bets, I'll sing whenever you ask me to. By the way, Jiayi asked me to tell you that the company's New Year's gala will be held at eight in the evening, and she hopes you won't be late. I'll also be there. Also, I stewed something for you in the kitchen; make sure to heat it up before you eat it, okay? With greatest love, your little Meimei!"
After reading the note, Wang Yu shook his head with a smile and placed the note back on the bedside table. He was filled with happiness, but still found Xiao Mei's self-proclaimed "little Meimei" a bit too much to swallow.
