The day her older brother married into a villa, Lin Muge never expected she would move in too, let alone that Qi Wan would be staying in the room across from hers.
Under the same roof, the CEO’s younger sister was caught red-handed by the person across the hall sneaking dessert scraps, her ears burning bright red. At home, the investment banking director spoke softly to her husband, a gardener.
Lin Muge sent desserts as secret signals: strawberry cake meant “You’re sweet,” while tiramisu meant “Take me with you.” Every time, she pretended not to understand, but secretly translated those words over and over.
Until one day, he finally hid a ring inside her favorite strawberry cake.
