Mo Xing searched the men's and women's changing rooms, dressing rooms, and even the restrooms on the second floor, but she couldn't find Ming Jiayi anywhere.

The event is about to start, where did Ming Jiayi go?

Mo Xing stood at the top of the stairs with her hands on her hips, sighing. She looked up at the stairs leading to the third floor.

It was pitch black and scary to look at.

The first floor of such a large venue is usually the activity center, the second floor is the backstage area, and the third floor is the ceiling, which is usually used to store miscellaneous items and has no lights.

Ming Jiayi couldn't possibly have gone there, could she?

Impossible, impossible.

Mo Xing shook her head, dismissing her absurd idea, and quickly ran downstairs to the first floor.

In the first-floor hall, Fan Wenfeng was happily playing with the Bull Skeleton King, but suddenly, the Bull Skeleton King flapped its wings and flew quickly towards the stairwell.

Fan Wenfeng jogged after him, only to bump into Mo Xing.

Mo Xing stopped Fan Wenfeng and asked earnestly, "Hey, it's perfect to meet you. I couldn't find Jiayi on the second floor. Could you please ask her again for me?"

Fan Wenfeng glanced at the empty stairwell, thinking that it would be too late to find it if he chased after it now. The parrot was intelligent and might fly back on its own in a while, so he decided to ask for Mo Xing first.

...

Third floor

Today is the fifteenth of the lunar month, and the round moon hangs high in the sky. Its bright and clear light covers the entire earth, the entire capital, and Ming Jiayi.

She leaned lazily against the wall, afraid of soiling Su Yu's carefully crafted design, so she only placed one hand there to support her entire body.

She curled her lips into a wicked smile, her eyes coldly fixed on the dozen or so burly men in front of her, and a female staff member behind one of them.

Ming Jiayi placed her other hand on the outside of her thigh, gently tapping it with her fingers as she spoke in a firm yet utterly indifferent tone.

The Hippocratic Oath states, "I will, to the best of my ability and with all my judgment, adhere to the moral principles of serving the patient and abstain from all depraved and harmful conduct."

If I break my oath, I beseech the gods of heaven and earth to give me the most severe punishment.

The female staff member frowned, looking at Ming Jiayi with some annoyance, and ordered the burly men, "What kind of junk is this? Ignore her, get her!"

The group of men twitched their muscles, their smiles extremely cunning.

It has to be said that Ming Jiayi is truly a stunning beauty. Her quirky, cute, and somewhat alluring face, paired with the dress she's wearing today that perfectly accentuates her figure, makes her absolutely irresistible.

Ming Jiayi slowly clenched her well-defined hands, and the somewhat frightening smile on her face grew stronger.

The instant the group rushed forward, a handful of long needles suddenly appeared in her hand.

She slowly straightened up, and said in a low but clear voice, "I mean, I'm going to break my vow today..."

"What the hell?" the female staff member asked in disdain.

But the next second, as the wind moved, a long, silvery-white object flew onto her head and landed firmly inside.

She then collapsed heavily onto the floor, unconscious...

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that none of the dozen or so burly men had escaped unscathed; they were all lying sprawled on the floor, and upon closer inspection, a thin needle was visible on the top of each of their heads.

Ming Jiayi stood there with a cold expression, not even bothering to look at them, and slowly walked towards the stairwell while lifting her skirt.

The two bodyguards, who were hiding in the shadows ready to help Ming Jiayi at any moment, exchanged a glance, their mouths practically agape.

Gu Shaojin rushed up to the third floor, followed by Du Yan and a group of people.

He stood motionless, his breathing a little rapid. When he saw Ming Jiayi slowly walking towards him, his heart finally settled down.

He took a few steps forward, took Ming Jiayi's hand, and then hugged her tightly in his arms.

His hair had been dried by the wind. He was bending over, burying his head in Ming Jiayi's neck and shoulder. His eyes were tightly closed, and his hands tightened their grip. He was really... afraid that Ming Jiayi would disappear.

Ming Jiayi was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously placed her hand on Gu Shaojin's back.

"Skeleton King, transform back into your parrot form and return to Assistant Director Fan," Ming Jiayi instructed the Bull Skeleton King in her mind.

The next moment, the thin needles in the brains of those dozen or so people all shot out from the tiny holes in their heads.

And the blood in their capillaries flowed out as the needle was withdrawn.

The scene wasn't exactly bloody, but...

It must be terrifying...

After a long while, Ming Jiayi released her hand from Gu Shaojin's back, and Gu Shaojin stood up straight.

He took off his trench coat and draped it over Ming Jiayi.

Ming Jiayi smiled gently and asked, "How did you end up here?"

“I’ve had Du Yan send two people to protect you,” Gu Shaojin replied succinctly.

The rest is self-explanatory; Ming Jiayi understands it all.

She glanced at Gu Shaojin from head to toe, and a sudden warmth welled up inside her.

"So you rushed over without even having time to change your clothes?"

Gu Shaojin didn't answer Ming Jiayi's question. Instead, he reached out and took her hand, slowly leading her downstairs.

As he passed by Du Yan, his gaze suddenly sharpened, and he clearly glanced back.

Du Yan nodded knowingly and remained silent.

Ming Jiayi went into the changing room to change her clothes, while Gu Shaojin stood lazily with his back against the wall, his gaze fixed on the white wall in front of him, as if he wanted to see right through it.

Ming Jiayi changed into a sports uniform that was easy to wear for dancing, tied her hair in a high ponytail, and came out of the changing room in a simple and neat manner.

Gu Shaojin turned to look at Ming Jiayi, and the coldness in her eyes instantly dissipated.

"I've changed my clothes. I'm going down to the backstage area on the first floor to wait for the performance. You can go home first. Thank you for tonight," Ming Jiayi said to Gu Shaojin earnestly.

Gu Shaojin felt a little heavy-hearted, but as long as Ming Jiayi was alright, that was all that mattered.

Gu Shaojin's expression remained calm and composed as she said, leaving no room for argument, "I'll take you downstairs."

Ming Jiayi nodded and turned to walk forward.

Gu Shaojin remained silent, simply following slowly behind Ming Jiayi.

At this moment, Ming Jiayi, who had been single for over twenty years, finally realized...

I think I've really fallen for this person...