Invitation

Mu Qingcheng was stopped by two people calling her at once, and in that split second, the attention of everyone present shifted to her. Yet she quickly noticed that Si Bei’s arrival did not seem to surprise anyone—no one, not even Qin Beichu, showed the slightest reaction.

“It seems Si Qingchen truly keeps a low profile, but… what does he want with me?” she thought.

Seeing that Mu Qingcheng did not respond, Qin Beichu grew a little impatient. He instinctively adopted the posture of a wealthy young master and spoke up, “Excuse me, sir, whatever your intentions, I was the first to invite this young lady. And from the looks of it, she doesn’t wish to go with you. I suggest you recognize your place and leave at once.”

“Master Qin… are you trying to send me away?” Si Bei’s temperament was different from Si Nan’s—he was more composed and restrained, but his methods were also far more ruthless. His words were always measured, his actions subtle yet lethal. As for the Qin family, such “small fry,” he hardly gave them a second thought. Yet to disregard someone and to lack courtesy were two entirely separate things.

But before Si Bei could retaliate, Mu Qingcheng, who had remained silent until then, suddenly lifted her head. Raising her brows, she gazed at Qin Beichu through her thick glasses and enunciated each word clearly, “Senior Qin, you worry too much. I know this gentleman.”

“Forgive me, I’ll go ahead now.”

With that, she turned away calmly, leaving behind Qin Beichu, whose jaw dropped in disbelief, and walked out of the restaurant with Si Bei escorting her. “How… how could she do that?” The privileged young master Qin, who had always had his way since childhood, found himself repeatedly frustrated and stymied today, leaving his heart smoldering with indignation. In the end, he could only knit his brows, watch the departing figure fade from view, and turn back to his seat in a huff.

Meanwhile, in a secluded corner, two girls furtively held up their phones, live-streaming every moment of the scene to someone else…

***

On the other side,

Mu Qingcheng followed Si Bei all the way to the office building by the stables. Si Qingchen was standing at the entrance to a small restaurant. As Mu Qingcheng approached, he stepped forward to greet her.

He had taken off his black suit jacket, revealing a shirt of the same shade beneath, as dark as ink, exquisitely tailored, fitting him perfectly. Si Qingchen was unlike other scions of wealthy families; though his clothes were clearly expensive, there was no visible logo, no trace of ornamentation. Every line spoke of pure, minimalist style. Without the refined fabric and his commanding physique, such an outfit could never be worn so well.

At this moment, Mu Qingcheng had to admit that Si Qingchen’s figure was truly exceptional.

His muscles were evenly distributed and solid, stretching across his body like a sculpture, each part precise and full. One could easily imagine how exacting he was with his daily training. And that face—aloof, yet strikingly handsome. Si Qingchen exuded a powerful masculine charisma; he was both alluring and untouchable. Just standing beside him, it was hard not to feel one’s heart flutter.

“No wonder so many women pine for him every day! Hmph.”

Si Qingchen, of course, had no inkling of Mu Qingcheng’s inner complaints. With one hand in his pocket, he strode toward her, maintaining perfect composure and courtesy. “Miss Mu, forgive me for calling you over so abruptly. I saw you tame my unruly horse just now, and I have a rather presumptuous request I’d like to discuss with you.”

“Go ahead,” she replied.

“I would like to invite you to help me train Caesar. Would you be willing?”

Instead of answering directly, Mu Qingcheng changed the subject. “Young Master Si, I’m curious—how did you manage to tame Caesar in the first place?”

Si Qingchen pondered the question seriously, then answered with equal gravity, “I didn’t train him. When I first met Caesar, he approached me of his own accord and showed me goodwill.”

Mu Qingcheng was left speechless.