Huo Yunque lowered his head and accurately placed his lips on top of hers.

He was gentle like a water strider gliding across the surface of a lake.

His voice was lazy with a sense of doting. "Go ahead."

"Uh huh~"

Song Yaoyao smiled and curved her eyes. She stood up from her seat obediently and scurried away.

They were affectionate as though no one was around them, and this hurt Huo Ningxi's eyes.

His hands which were sitting on top of the table clenched into fists. As he was using so much force, the veins on the back of his hand protruded.

"What do you want to say?"

Huo Yunque tidied up the girl's plate and wiped his hands with a napkin, meticulously cleaning one finger at a time.

The calmer and more composed he remained, the more uncomfortable Huo Ningxi felt.

His eyes reddened. "She's still a child. She doesn't understand anything!"

"Really?"

Huo Yunque took a sip of tea and gently looked up. "She's 19. That's not a child anymore."

"You—"

Huo Ningxi's chest heaved. "Small Uncle, can you give her to me? So many women like you. Even without Song Yaoyao, countless women will still throw themselves at you," he said pleadingly as his tightly clenched fists trembled."

"Ha..."

Huo Yunque ran a finger around the lip of his glass and raised an eyebrow. "Huo Ningxi, how can you ask something so childish?"

"I..."

"I am not interested in discussing this matter with you. She is an individual; she doesn't belong to anyone. Even if I say I'm giving her to you, she won't necessarily leave me and be with you. Huo Ningxi, I'm sure you understand that."

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped. The man remained composed and refined, not revealing anything. "You were the one who wanted to cancel your engagement. Actually, it wasn't really an engagement since you never held an official ceremony."

Huo Yunque's lips curved. For some reason, even though he had a cold and noble vibe, Huo Ningxi could sense some negative emotions.

"In regards to this, your father definitely has better taste than you. Unfortunately..." Huo Yunque stood up and walked past Huo Ningxi. "It's too late to realize how good she is."

"Small Uncle! I don't want anything else. I can give you everything that my father left me! Just give Song Yaoyao to me. I'm f*cken begging you!"

"Huo Qi!"

"Yes, Sir, what can I do for you?"

Huo Qi was listening to this conversation in horror. Young Master Huo was being much too brave. Who didn't know that Miss Song was the Master's treasure? Anyone with a bit of awareness would be able to tell how much he cared about Miss Song. Yet, Huo Ningxi dared to challenge him head-on.

The youth lowered his head, his dark hair clung to the back of his neck, and his shoulders drooped in despair.

Only now did he finally face reality.

Since a long time ago, he had subconsciously fallen in love with the uniquely cheery and temperamental girl who was delicate yet violent; no one in this world was as contradicting as her.

But was the point of understanding this?

Huo Qi did not feel any sympathy for him, no matter how pitiful he looked.

Even though Miss Song's family disliked her, Huo Ningxi hated her so much in the past that he said many horrible things and insisted on canceling their engagement.

At that time, did he consider how the disregarded Miss Song would be bullied if she lost her 'fiance' as well? She would become a laughing stock within their social circles.

Yet, he decided he liked her now? Sorry, unless Miss Song was blind, she would never get back with an 'ex'.

He was certainly confident to think that he could compete with the Master.