"Who are you! How did you get in here!"

"Someone come here!"

The elderly steward, Mr. Sun, stared wide-eyed at the dangerous figure who had suddenly appeared in the young lady's room.

Despite his advanced age, he still stood defiantly before the person in front of him, his imposing manner undiminished.

He almost thought he was seeing things when he walked in.

Because of the strange illness of their young mistress, who would sleep for a month at a time and wake up only once a month, the manor villa had been closed to visitors.

Even the only people who knew about this were his personal maid and himself.

The entire villa was heavily guarded by bodyguards, in order to prevent anyone with ulterior motives from finding out about the young lady's situation and coming in to commit any wrongdoing.

How could he not be both surprised and terrified that this person could appear silently in the young lady's room despite all the layers of control?

"Da da da..."

A series of orderly footsteps came up from the stairs.

Dozens of bodyguards dressed in black suits, each over 1.85 meters tall, lined up in a row, their dark gun barrels pointed directly at someone who shouldn't be in the room.

The pressure is at its maximum—

Butler Sun straightened his back and stared sharply at the big guy who had appeared out of nowhere.

And the big guy himself is Yan Xiao.

He had inexplicably arrived at this place, and before he could even observe his surroundings, he was startled by the old man who suddenly entered.

At this moment, with more than a dozen guns pointed at you, it's impossible not to feel panicked.

Although he thought he was mostly dreaming.

But the feeling of my body hair standing on end is somewhat real.

His muscles tensed as he considered the possibility of escaping from these men's guns.

Before he could ponder why he had such a dream,

"Hmm~"

A familiar, delicate groan rang out.

"Qingqing..."

Ignoring the gun pointed at him, Yan Xiao walked straight toward the source of the sound.

Butler Sun's expression changed drastically:

"Miss...Miss is waking up! Oh no!"

"Don't move! Stop right there—"

Yan Xiao didn't take the old man's words seriously at all. No matter how absurd the dream was, it couldn't stop him from seeing his wife.

The sound was coming from behind that curtain. Yan Xiao reached out and pulled the blue gauze curtain.

"Bang!"

A very soft sound came from the bodyguard's gun, and Yan Xiao instantly felt his thighs go weak, and his knees collapsed to the ground.

He stared incredulously at the anesthetic needle in his leg; the feeling of being unable to exert any strength after the slight pain was too realistic.

Isn't this a dream...?

"You... um!"

At the butler's signal, the bodyguard quickly covered his mouth with something, and his body was quickly bound with a thick nylon rope.

Wen Qinghe hadn't even opened her eyes when she heard the commotion outside.

The room was filled with the butler's stern voice; she had never heard him so fierce before.

"What...happened?"

After a long silence, his voice was hoarse and weak when he finally spoke.

Wen Qinghe always wakes up in this state, and she's gotten used to it.

"Miss, it's our security that's not up to par; a thief has broken into the room."

As he spoke, Butler Sun looked at Yan Xiao, who was still struggling despite being hit by a tranquilizer dart and bound all over.

I really don't know how this person managed to sneak in.

How dare they barge into the young lady's boudoir right under his nose? Are they taking advantage of her old age and good temper?

"A thief? What did they steal?"

Butler Sun looked around but saw no signs of disturbance.

The thief seemed completely bewildered when he entered, apparently because he hadn't found the safe yet.

"This thief probably didn't have a chance to succeed before he was hit by a tranquilizer dart. Miss, please wash up first. I'll take him away and hand him over to you for further handling later."

"Ugh! Ugh!"

Listening to his wife's conversation with the old man, Yan Xiao now roughly understood where he was.

Seeing that he was about to be taken away by these people, he had no strength left, so he had no choice but to speak up.

"etc!"

Wen Qinghe regained her strength, got up, and slowly lifted the curtain while holding onto the bed.

In an instant, their eyes met.

Wen Qinghe's eyes were filled with surprise and joy, and disbelief: "Ayan?!"

How could you?

She could see the ropes binding him tightly, and the deep love and a hint of grievance in his eyes as he looked at her, his mouth gagged and his body bound.

She immediately ordered the bodyguards to untie him. When she saw him kneeling on the ground with his legs limp and curled up, she almost thought that Yan Xiao's legs had been broken.

"What happened to your leg? Where are you injured?"

Wen Qinghe had just gotten up, and her legs were still a little weak as she took those few steps.

"Wife... she's not injured, just shot in the leg, she can't use her strength..."

"Shot...shot?"

She quickly looked down to check and saw the anesthetic needle stuck in the man's other trouser leg.

Wen Qinghe frowned, about to turn to ask the butler about the effects of the anesthesia.

Then they saw Butler Sun standing there in shock.

"Wife...wife??!! Miss, why is he calling you wife??"

Butler Sun thought he had misheard.

This… this big guy actually called his young lady his wife! And the young lady didn't even object?!

"Well, it's a long story. Butler, he's not an outsider. He's my, uh, boyfriend, Yan Xiao."

As soon as Wen Qinghe finished speaking, she saw a large group of more than a dozen bodyguards in the room, so she quickly waved for them to leave.

Butler Sun looked suspicious. Since that scoundrel surnamed Mu, he had never heard of such a person by Miss's side.

He was so focused on the stranger who suddenly appeared in the room that he didn't even get a good look at him.

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