After a failed blind date, a wealthy woman tried to walk into my heart

The next day, at Tianmu Mountain Mental Health Hospital:

Ye Yinan was propping up her fair chin, bored out of her mind as she rearranged items on the psychology sandbox. She looked completely uninterested in everything.

Beside her, Zhang Xiuni sipped on warm red tea while observing Ye Yinan's every move carefully, ensuring she didn't miss any subtle expressions.

Recently, Ye Yinan's condition had been improving significantly. Her expressions became more animated, and she started communicating more frequently. It seemed like she was on the path to full recovery, finally becoming a normal girl again.

However, one surprising change was her increasingly bold and unrefined way of speaking. Gone was the delicate and soft-spoken demeanor she used to have—she'd even learned to curse.

Sometimes, during their chats, Ye Yinan would suddenly blurt out some crude words. Zhang Xiuni wasn't too bothered, though. After all, Ye Yinan was essentially re-learning how to interact with the world around her. Besides, her crush on Shen Lang—a guy who wasn't exactly polite himself—meant she was likely picking up some of his bad habits.

"Damn it, so boring..."

Ye Yinan irritably knocked over the sandbox she had been building and stared gloomily out the window at the bustling cityscape.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Xiuni smiled gently, noticing Ye Yinan's moody behavior. "Can't think of anything to build? Want some red tea to relax?"

"I miss him."

Ye Yinan said it outright, her cold expression tinged with helplessness and frustration.

It had been nearly a week since Shen Lang last insulted her.

During this time, Shen Lang hadn't contacted her. Even when she messaged him first, his responses were brief, claiming he was busy.

Zhang Xiuni took a sip of tea and asked slyly, "Did you try reaching out to him?"

"I did. He said he's busy."

Ye Yinan muttered dejectedly.

"Busy with another girl?" Zhang Xiuni asked bluntly, fully aware of Shen Lang's playboy tendencies.

Ye Yinan shook her head. "I don't know. Maybe."

"Damn, that jerk has some guts. Flirting with the richest man's daughter like it's nothing," Zhang Xiuni muttered under her breath before asking with a smile, "Your birthday's tomorrow. Did you tell him? Think he'll come?"

"I told him, but he hasn't replied yet."

Ye Yinan's delicate face looked downcast, her mood visibly low.

Zhang Xiuni felt a pang of worry. It reminded her of the first time she'd met Ye Yinan in her worst state. Quickly, she smiled and suggested, "Why not remind him now? Maybe he just forgot."

"No."

Ye Yinan shook her head stubbornly. "I've already told him. If I remind him again, it'll mean nothing."

"Ah, you've got some pride now, throwing tantrums and even getting jealous." Zhang Xiuni scribbled her observations down on a piece of paper.

Ye Yinan's condition seemed almost fully recovered. She was behaving like any regular girl in love. But Zhang Xiuni couldn't shake her anxiety—this type of mental illness often relapsed under stress.

If Shen Lang didn't show up for Ye Yinan's birthday tomorrow, her condition might worsen again.

Just then, Ye Yinan's phone buzzed with a WeChat notification.

She immediately lit up, grabbing her phone eagerly.

The gloomy look on her face instantly vanished, replaced by a bright smile as dazzling as starlight.

The message read: **"Send me the address. I'll come tomorrow."**

"Is it Shen Lang?" Zhang Xiuni asked cautiously.

"Yeah, he remembered my birthday!" Ye Yinan nodded happily, quickly typing out her address to send to him.

"Damn that jerk. Even I was getting nervous for no reason," Zhang Xiuni muttered, finally relaxing as she finished her tea in one gulp.

It seemed her business trip back home would wrap up smoothly after all.

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The next morning, Shen Lang woke up early.

After spending half an hour carefully getting ready, he grabbed the birthday gift he bought for Ye Yinan and set off.

Driving past the Pearl River Tower, he noticed a bright red glow emanating from a commercial building nearby.

It was a short birthday message:

**"Happy 24th Birthday, Ye Yinan!"**

"Rich people, man. Even their birthday celebrations are on another level," Shen Lang muttered in amazement.

An ad like this cost tens of thousands per minute. This message had been running since yesterday—God knows how much it cost.

Despite the public display, only a handful of people in Jianghai City—or even the whole country—knew Ye Yinan's true identity as the daughter of the city's wealthiest man.

Shen Lang drove to a private pier owned by the Ye family, where Ye Yinan's birthday party was being held.

After parking nearby, he stepped out to see a massive luxury cruise ship docked at the pier.

Shen Lang recognized it from TikTok: the *Aida Magic City*, the largest, most luxurious cruise ship in Jianghai.

It was the size of two football fields, with 16 decks, over 2,000 guest rooms, and a capacity for 5,000 passengers. The rooms' windows looked like a honeycomb from a distance.

The pier was crowded with elegantly dressed guests laughing and chatting as they boarded. Uniformed security personnel directed the proceedings with professional seriousness.

Shen Lang, in casual attire, walked up with his gift, only to be stopped by a security guard.

"Sir, do you have an invitation?" the guard asked politely.

"An invitation?" Shen Lang was dumbfounded.

The little rich girl had only told him the location but hadn't given him any invitation.

Seeing his hesitation, the guard smiled politely. "If you don't have an invitation, I'm sorry, but I can't let you in."

This sudden hiccup drew curious glances from the other guests, who assumed Shen Lang was a freeloader trying to sneak in for free food.

"Damn, this little rich girl is so careless," Shen Lang muttered.

"Mr. Shen doesn't need an invitation," a familiar voice said.

It was one of Ye Yinan's bodyguards, who often drove her around. After speaking a few words to the security guard, the guard's expression changed to one of surprise.

The bodyguard turned to Shen Lang and said respectfully, "Mr. Shen, Miss Ye has been waiting for you. Please follow me."