Just then, Chi Muzhen arrived at the villa herself. Opening the door to find Shi Yiheng inside, a flicker of surprise crossed her eyes. “What are you doing here?” A gentle smile touched Shi Yiheng’s lips. “Long time no see,” he said, his voice soft. “I had an event in Rongcheng, so I thought I’d stay the night. I didn’t know you were coming. If it's a bad time, I can leave.” Before she married Huo Yunting, Chi Muzhen had worked for a time as a talent manager. Shi Yiheng was one of the artists she had represented—and by far the most dedicated. Chi Muzhen had always admired him, their relationship part mentor, part friend. Even after she stopped managing him, she had found him one of the top agents in the industry, and in the years since, Shi Yiheng's fame had only grown. When she learned of his family's financial struggles, Chi Muzhen had given him a key to the villa, telling him he was welcome to stay whenever he needed. Later, after she married Huo Yunting, Chi Muzhen had poured all her energy into his recovery, and the arrangement had slipped her mind. “Don't worry about it. It's late anyway,” she said. “And with a famous face like yours, checking into a hotel would be a nightmare. Just leave in the morning.” Seeing her start upstairs with her luggage, Shi Yiheng moved to her side. “Let me get that for you.” “It’s okay, it’s not that heavy.” “Are you planning to move in?” A hint of cautious hope laced his question, but Chi Muzhen missed it entirely. She simply nodded. “I am. Which means it might be a bit awkward for you to stay here in the future.” “I get it,” he said. “I'm just grateful you let me use this place for so long.” Seeing his serious expression, Chi Muzhen couldn't help but smile. “You're a superstar now. You could buy ten villas like this if you wanted.” A faint smile played on Shi Yiheng’s lips. He had bought the villa next door a long time ago, but he still preferred this one. It held the lingering presence of her life. “Coffee? I was just making some.” “Perfect. Let me just run upstairs for a quick shower.” “Sure.” After carrying Chi Muzhen’s luggage upstairs, Shi Yiheng returned to the kitchen with a smile and resumed grinding the coffee beans. He had just finished brewing the coffee when the doorbell rang. He walked to the door and peered through the peephole. A jolt of surprise went through him when he saw who was outside. It was Huo Yunting, CEO of the Huo Corporation. Shi Yiheng recognized him instantly—the man's face was plastered across business magazines all the time. Besides, the Huo Corporation was funding his latest film. But what was Huo Yunting doing here? Was he looking for Chi Muzhen? It didn’t make sense. The two of them didn't travel in the same circles. While Shi Yiheng was still trying to piece it together, Huo Yunting’s patience ran out. He jabbed the doorbell several more times. Finally, the door opened. But the person who opened it wasn't Chi Muzhen. It was a man Huo Yunting had never seen before—this had to be Shi Yiheng, the newly minted superstar Ke Ning had mentioned. A cold glint flashed in Huo Yunting's eyes, the rage simmering just beneath his skin. “Where's Chi Muzhen?” Sensing the other man's hostility, Shi Yiheng's brow furrowed. “She's in the shower. Can I help you with something, Mr. Huo?” “Hah!” Huo Yunting scoffed, his voice dripping with ice. “I'm her husband. What do you *think* I'm here for?!”