And on the upper right, three tiny aquamarine gems, shimmering like celestial droplets of water, a quiet tribute to the life still growing, the triplets nestled in their mother's womb. Each stone carried a whisper of their future… a symbol of protection, love, and the anticipation of new beginnings.

The platinum band embraced these precious stones, uniting them in harmony, just as the family's love intertwined across time, destiny, and fate.

Shi Min's lips curled into a satisfied smile.

"It's perfect," he murmured before securing the box inside his coat's inner pocket.

The grand event was almost upon them.

Meanwhile, back at the mansion, Ling Li stirred awake. The first thing she noticed was the quiet—a stark contrast to the usual hustle and bustle. She stretched, rolling onto her side, only to freeze as realization struck.

She was still naked.

Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, irritation bubbling beneath her otherwise poised exterior. That shameless man! He couldn't even think to dress me properly before leaving? She gritted her teeth.

Ling Li concealed herself from her ethereal Immortal look before she got up and dressed quickly, her mind already racing with questions. As she descended the stairs, she was met by Wushing and Butler Peng, both standing at attention.

"Where is everyone?" Ling Li asked, her tone curious but tinged with suspicion. The unusual quietness of the mansion didn't sit well with her.

Butler Peng stepped forward, his demeanor composed yet slightly nervous. "Madam, Young Master Shi Min took everyone to Camp Blaze for training early this morning. He mentioned wanting to find suitable sparring partners for the trainees. The twins are shopping with their grandparents, escorted by Mushu. Young Master Shi Min also instructed me to remind you to rest today, as Pharsa and Chatty will be hosting a party tonight."

Butler Peng hesitated, his usually polished words feeling rehearsed, scripted. Wushing remained just a little too close as if anticipating her next move.

Ling Li raised an eyebrow, her mind piecing together the information. Ling Li exhaled sharply, forcing a subtle smile. "I see," she said, recalling Pharsa's mention of an important announcement.

Butler Peng relaxed slightly before asking, "Madam, would you like to have your breakfast, or would you prefer an early lunch?"

Ling Li glanced at the clock. It was well past ten.

"Just make me seafood porridge. I'll be in the study. Please send it in." Her tone was firm, but her mind was restless.

"Yes, Madam." Butler Peng bowed, retreating with careful precision. The moment he was out of sight, he exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. He turned to Wushing, whispering urgently.

"How was it? Did I act well?" Butler Peng asked Wushing, his voice tinged with nervousness.

Wushing chuckled, amused by the elderly butler's antics. "You did very well," he assured him.

Butler Peng nodded, his confidence bolstered. "Good… good," he muttered to himself before heading to the kitchen to prepare Ling Li's seafood porridge.

Ling Li enjoyed her seafood porridge in the study, but her mind was restless. The silence was too perfect. It was unnatural.

Her sharp immortal senses picked up subtle inconsistencies: the way Butler Peng spoke as if reading from a script, the way Wushing stayed unusually close, the way everyone else had mysteriously vanished.

Something was being hidden from her.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she tapped her fingers against the desk. "What are they up to?"

She recalled Pharsa and Chatty mentioning an announcement for tonight, 'but was that really the whole truth?' There was a lingering feeling in her chest, a sense that something far greater was unfolding.

Ling Li sighed, leaning back in her chair, letting a wry smile curl on her lips.

"Fine. I'll play along for now," she whispered to herself and decided to busy herself with her days of work backlogs. There was still a batch of designs from RS Bijou for her to inspect and approve. Diving into work, she let the hours slip away in a steady stream of reviews, approvals, and unread emails—her mind only partially present. But the lingering unease never fully left her, a whisper at the back of her thoughts.

The clock ticked past five when a knock echoed through the study.

"Come in."

Butler Peng entered, his posture impeccable. "Madam, it is now a little past five. It's time for you to prepare for tonight's party. Oh, Pharsa sent this invitation for you this afternoon." He reached into his coat, extracting a gleaming silver envelope inlaid with thin gold.

Ling Li accepted it, running her fingers over the delicate script.

You're Invited

Join us for a special evening as we share an important announcement that means the world to us.

**Date:** April 30th

**Time:** Six o'clock in the evening

**Venue:** Camp Blaze

Formal attire is requested for this memorable occasion.

Kindly RSVP by April 25th to +63-54-8888-8888.

We look forward to celebrating this moment with you.

With warmest regards,

Murphy & Pharsa

A small handwritten note fell from the envelope. Pharsa's unmistakable handwriting was scrawled across it.

"Don't you dare not come! I'll beat you up!"

Ling Li chuckled softly. 'Perhaps Pharsa and Murphy did have something important to announce. Maybe I had been overthinking.'

"Thank you, Butler Peng. I'll be preparing in a while." She glanced up. "Oh, Pharsa didn't invite you?"

Butler Peng bowed slightly. "I was invited, but I cannot leave my post. Wushing will escort you to the venue."

Ling Li scoffed, shaking her head. "Come on! Today is Pharsa's special day! We can't miss it! Give all the instructions to the team leaders tonight, and you come with me."

Butler Peng's expression cracked, emotion flooding his features. His voice trembled. "Thank you, Madam." He bowed so low that Ling Li sighed in exasperation.

"Alright, I'll be ready before six, and then we'll leave together," Ling Li said, beginning to tidy up her desk.

"Yes," Butler Peng replied before promptly leaving the room to report the update to Shi Min. With practiced precision, he adjusted a non-existent crease on his coat, then strode off to issue his final instructions to the servants.

Dressed in elegance — a white pearl tube, a sleek pencil-cut skirt with a slit teasingly revealing one fair leg. She applied a simple make-up. 'I can't outdo Pharsa, or that sister of mine will beat me up!' She thought while giggling. Ling Li took one last glance in the mirror. Her golden stilettos clicked against the floor as she grabbed a small clutch.

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