The couple spent the entire day and a half at the hotel, doing nothing but their favorite things—except for meals and brief breaks. To save time, they always had their meals delivered to their rooms. Thanks to Qin’s persistent efforts, Zhou Xiaoniu’s health has improved significantly. At this pace, by the end of the year, she’ll be completely transformed. Of course, Qin will need to keep pushing forward. While fondly playing with the two peaks of Zhou’s chest, he gave her a mischievous smile: “Xixi, how do you manage without coming back home at night? Isn’t anyone watching?” “Not really. As long as you don’t stay away for too long, the school will just let it slide.” Zhou Xiaoniu said, twisting her body. “After all, our major is different from others—students need to seize every opportunity to advance. If we were strictly required to stay on campus every day, many would surely complain!” The two were just chatting when her phone rang—it was from her roommate. With a slightly embarrassed tone, she said, "I completely forgot about this... Hee-hee, thanks so much to all of you. I’ll definitely raise a glass to each of you tonight. That’s settled—see you then!" It turned out that, noticing she was staying out late, her roommates had arranged a restaurant reservation and planned to celebrate her birthday together. It was already 3 p.m., and Qin, the young millionaire, suggested they go shopping—after all, today was her special day, and she ought to buy a few new outfits to look her best. At 6 p.m., Zhou Muzhi, dressed in a stunning sapphire-length dress, walked into the hotel dining room, arm in arm with Qin Feng. The room already had seven or eight people seated—besides her three roommates, several close friends from school were also there. Everyone stood up to greet her and wished her a happy birthday. Zhou Xiaoniu introduced Qin Feng to her friends with confidence, and the three roommates exchanged glances. One of them pulled out her phone and sent a message. Zhou Xiaoniu was afraid that Qin Feng would be angry, so she quickly turned her gaze to him and said in a soft voice, "I didn't know anything about this. I thought it was one of my roommates who found the restaurant!" "Ah, no problem," he said generously. "Considering that Yang Shao is so generous, refusing would be rather unkind." "By the way, Yang Shao has also reserved a cake for you," said another roommate. Zhou Mushi immediately declined: "No thanks. Tell him we don't need it—I’ve already arranged a cake for my boyfriend!" As she spoke, a server pushed a cart into the room, carrying a large three-tiered cake, with the words "Happy Birthday, Sisi" written on the top layer. Qin Feng smiled and said, "Our cake has arrived. I'll go and light the candles shortly!" "Ah, yes," Zhou Xiaoniu looked delighted. The three roommates exchanged a light, slightly mocking chuckle—though not very loud, Qin Feng clearly heard it. He could only think that these three must have definitely been bought over by Yang Shao, otherwise how could they keep praising him so consistently. A sound of leather shoes echoed outside, and as the dining room door opened, a small cart came in first, bearing an enormous cake—eight layers tall, so large that even when placed on the ground, it would exceed a person’s height. The person pushing the cart was not a server, but a young man dressed in a Korean-style suit—a fresh-faced type, with several others accompanying him, all clapping enthusiastically. "Si Si, happy birthday! This is a cake specially ordered for you. Three top French pastry chefs worked on it all afternoon," the young man smiled warmly. He was none other than Yang Jiajun, the famed Yang Shao—ranked among the Four Young Elite of Xinjing City. His mother is the chairman of a listed company, and his father holds a high-ranking government position, reportedly quite distinguished—making him a true blend of a wealthy and a government-born heir. Zhou Musi said with a hint of displeasure, "I was just about to tell you not to buy a cake, since my boyfriend has already bought one!" Yang Jiajun smiled gently and said, "Really? I didn't see it at all!" Good heavens, my cake was right on the right side of the door—unless you're blind, how could you possibly miss it? Zhou Xiaoniu nodded toward that direction and said, "Isn't that right?" Yang Jiajun first showed a look of disdain, then smiled and said, "Then let's have mine—my cake is larger, and the ingredients and preparation are much more refined!" One roommate added, "Exactly, Si Si! Yang's cake is made by a French pastry chef, and all the ingredients are imported directly from France—so it must taste better!" Another roommate immediately chimed in, "I heard this cake costs over ten thousand yuan—Yang's generosity is truly impressive!" "The third roommate was also busy: 'We heard that Yang has a special birthday gift for Si Si. What is it, exactly? We’re all so eager to find out!' Qin Feng was completely ignored. He didn’t bother to argue with these minor performers, because no matter how much they jumped around, they’d always end up being just clowns. Yang Jiajun thought Zhou Mu Si had agreed to his bringing the cake, so he smiled and pulled out a string of keys from his pocket, saying, 'Actually, it’s not much—just a lakeside villa. The total area, including both floors, exceeds six hundred square meters, plus a small courtyard and a rooftop garden. In my opinion, this is the only house in the entire city that truly deserves the beautiful Zhou Mu Si!' The roommates gasped: 'A lakeside villa of six hundred square meters! The houses there cost over 80,000 yuan per square meter—684,800 yuan total. That’s five million yuan! Si Si, don’t you dare miss Yang’s gift—he’s truly planning to keep you in his golden house!'” Zhou Musi smiled gently and said, "I'm sorry, but the gift is too valuable—I can't accept it!" Yang Jiajun immediately replied, "Sisi, no matter how valuable the gift, in my eyes, nothing is more precious than you. Please accept my heartfelt thanks!"