Feng Ze shook his head, indicating that he had nothing to disclose.
"Young Master Ye, aren't you getting a bit too nosy?"
Yeyuan scoffed. "Feng Ze, you're his closest aide. Aren't you even a little curious?"
Of course, he was curious! Feng Ze had no clue what his boss was thinking. After all, Li Yuye had always been a man of integrity, if a bit eccentric. Now, however, he was entangled with a soon-to-be-married woman. It was hardly ideal, and if word got back to the family headquarters, it would undoubtedly cause a major stir.
"Young Master Ye, what's your take on this?"
Yeyuan shrugged and glanced back at the closed suite door. "Hard to say. Ultimately, it all depends on what Li Yuye wants. With his status, he certainly doesn't lack for women, yet here he is, wrapped up with Yun Zhiyi. As a businessman, I can't exactly offer any advice."
"Tsk... such a shame, though!"
"Huh?" Feng Ze looked puzzled, unsure of what Yeyuan was lamenting.
"That lovely flower, wasted on a pile of manure."
"...???" Feng Ze rolled his eyes. "Are you implying our boss is manure?"
"I was talking about her fiancé!"
"Ah... that makes sense!"
After all, the Su family's young scion was nothing but an empty suit, attracting all kinds of unsavory flies.
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding! I wouldn't dare insult your master," Yeyuan quickly clarified. "Just don't mention this to him. Don't want to mess up my fortune by offending him."
The two continued chatting, losing track of time, until the suite door finally opened, and a wave of cool air spilled out.
Turning around, Yeyuan and Feng Ze saw Yun Zhiyi stepping out, looking a bit unsteady, adjusting her clothes. Li Yuye swept her up in his arms with a satisfied, languid tone. "I'll take you back to your room for a bath."
Not resisting, Yun Zhiyi buried her face in his chest, embarrassed beyond words, yet somehow feeling an unexpected sense of safety.
Li Yuye carried her out, with Yeyuan and Feng Ze staring wide-eyed.
The silence spoke volumes.
"Yeyuan, I'll finish that drink with you next time at my castle at Wellington Manor," Li Yuye said as he carried her away.
When they had gone, Yeyuan shook his head in disbelief. "Damn, he's serious?"
Feng Ze shrugged. "Young Master Ye, have a good night. I won't keep you," and quickly followed after them.
Once they reached the hotel suite, Li Yuye set Yun Zhiyi down at the bathroom door.
Moments earlier, he'd called ahead to ensure the bath was prepared with everything she'd need.
Yun Zhiyi stepped cautiously onto the floor, slipping off her robe and approaching the tub, where warm water awaited her.
Li Yuye stood beside her, unbuttoning his shirt. Yun Zhiyi quickly averted her eyes as he undid each button, revealing his toned chest and abs, his tall frame partially blocking the light.