Chapter 152 Fu Beichen, Cannot Be Seen

Fu Beichen gently placed her on the bed, his voice slightly hoarse from being forced down, "Don't be nervous, I don't mean any harm."

"I just want to smell your scent."

In fact, he could no longer smell it; he had lost his sense of smell.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, saying, "Goodnight."

Then, he turned around and walked out.

The door slammed shut.

Gu Xingnian took a deep breath, still able to hear her heart pounding like a drum.

The warm touch of his lips still lingered on my forehead.

She turned over and buried her face in the soft pillow; she was really tired.

Outside the door.

Fu Beichen stood by the window, a cigarette between his fingers, the scarlet flame flickering in the darkness.

He took a drag, slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and the swirling smoke blurred his handsome features.

He struggled to suppress the urge raging within him.

His eyes still held a lingering lust.

After a long silence, he stubbed out his cigarette, turned around, and went into the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

The night in Maduri seems to have become unsettling.

Zhan Xiao returned to the villa late at night.

Sheng Weiwei was sleeping on her side, but she wasn't really asleep, or rather, she wasn't asleep at all.

The mattress behind her dipped slightly, and then a large hand reached out with an irresistible force, gently pulling her into a firm chest.

The cool, pine scent emanating from Zhan Xiao, mixed with a faint tobacco aroma, instantly enveloped her.

Sheng Weiwei froze, and almost reflexively jumped up.

"Smack."

She reached out and turned on the bedside lamp.

Soft orange light poured down, illuminating the man's slightly tired yet still handsome face.

Sheng Weiwei looked at Zhan Xiao by the bed. He had just taken off his coat and was only wearing a black shirt with two buttons undone at the collar, revealing a small patch of his muscular chest.

Her eyes were icy, and her voice was devoid of any warmth. "Either you go out to sleep, or I go out. You choose one."

Zhan Xiao's deep eyes were fixed on her, his voice low and deep: "It's getting windy, I'm afraid you'll get cold."

Sheng Weiwei smirked, her expression dripping with sarcasm.

"Mr. Zhan, you're joking. I'm not even afraid of the devil, why would I be afraid of the cold?"

Zhan Xiao frowned almost imperceptibly, then suddenly spoke up to explain, "Weiwei, what you saw today is not what you think."

He paused, then said, "In a few days, once things have settled down, I will give you a satisfactory answer."

Sheng Weiwei's delicate face was as cold as ice. "No need, I don't want to hear anything. Tomorrow, arrange a private jet to send me back to Haicheng."

Seeing him reminded her of what had happened during the day, and her stomach churned.

Zhan Xiao reached out, wanting to take her hand.

Sheng Weiwei flinched, avoiding his touch, her eyes filled with resistance and disgust.

Zhan Xiao's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, his gaze darkening.

He softened his tone, his voice almost a whisper of coaxing: "Weiwei, can you wait a few days for me? It's still a mess outside. Wait a few days, and once things are over, I'll personally take you home, okay?"

The last "hmm" sound had a slight upward inflection at the end, carrying a hint of coaxing a child.

"Not even for one day." She said resolutely, then lay back down on the bed, turned her back to him, and snapped the light off.

Darkness enveloped the room once more, cutting off all possibility of communication.

Zhan Xiao felt a tightness in his chest, as if a wad of wet cotton was stuffed inside.

He stood in the darkness for a while, then finally turned and walked out, gently closing the door behind him.

This door completely severed their hearts.

The next morning.

Gu Xingnian got up early and boarded the helicopter arranged by Lin Qi. Their destination was Baiyu Mountain on the border.

That's where Master lived in seclusion.

That's right, she's going to get the Nine Heavens Warmth, she's just missing this one ingredient.

The roar of the helicopter rotors shattered the morning tranquility.

As they approached, she looked out the porthole and her pupils suddenly contracted.

From the direction of the main house, a thick column of black smoke was shooting into the sky, looking menacing.

Her heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition instantly gripped her.

Something's happened!

As soon as the plane came to a stop and before the cabin door was fully open, Gu Xingnian was the first to jump out.

She stumbled and rushed towards the backyard.

That once carefully nurtured Nine Heavens Warm Herb Garden is now nothing but scorched black.

The air was filled with a pungent, burnt smell that made one's eyes sting.

Gu Xingnian rushed to the edge of the scorched earth, almost kneeling down, frantically digging through the ashes with both hands, trying to find any remaining trace of green.

No.

There's nothing left.

Not a single one left!

Her fingernails were filled with black grime, and her hands were scratched and bleeding, but she was completely unaware.

Ling Zhe quickly followed and squatted down beside her with a solemn expression.

"Sister Niannian, Grandpa isn't here."

His voice was low and tinged with suppressed worry.

Gu Xingnian's face was frighteningly pale, and she trembled slightly from the loss of Jiutian Nuan.

This is not only the master's hard work, but also Fu Beichen's life-saving medicine.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out.

Two bodyguards escorted a woman over.

The woman was dressed in plain clothes, her hair was a little messy, but her cold arrogance remained undiminished.

It was Cheng Xinyao.

Gu Xingnian suddenly stood up and rushed to Cheng Xinyao, her eyes almost spitting fire.

"Did you start this fire?" Her voice was hoarse with anger.

Cheng Xinyao raised her head, her eyes coldly meeting her gaze, a mocking smile even curving her lips.

"Senior sister."

She paused, then said slowly, "You must be very sad that Fu Beichen can't live, right?"

That tone was like stabbing someone in the heart.

Gu Xingnian's chest heaved violently, signaling the bodyguards to step back.

Ling Zhe and his bodyguards exchanged glances and silently retreated to a distance, but their eyes remained warily fixed on this side.

On the desolate, scorched earth, only the two of them remained.

Gu Xingnian stared intently at Cheng Xinyao, struggling to calm her breathing, and asked,

"Xinyao, you must be hiding the Nine Heavens Warmth within you, right?"

She placed all her hopes on this once naive junior sister.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Xinyao suddenly burst into a cold laugh, the sound sharp and piercing.

"How is that possible?"

“Burn it all up, not a single one left! I would never betray my senior brother.”

The senior brother she was referring to was naturally Lu Lie.

Gu Xingnian seemed to have all her strength drained away; her body swayed, and she uncontrollably took a small step back.

“Xinyao, why are you doing these things for him? You shouldn’t live for him.”

Cheng Xinyao, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, suddenly roared, "Gu Xingnian! Have you lost your conscience? He's loved you for so many years! He cherishes you like the apple of his eye, spoils you like a treasure! Why won't you go with him?"

"If it weren't for you, how could he have become so insane? He's... gone mad!"

Gu Xingnian closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, her eyes were filled with an overwhelming sorrow.

“True love is not about possession. He’s too obsessive. I wish he had never met me. That way, he would still be the spirited Lu Lie he is now.”

The anger on Cheng Xinyao's face gradually faded, turning into a deep sadness.

She murmured, "But he... can never give you up. He would be so happy if he got you."

She spoke blankly, endless sorrow spilling from her eyes.

Looking at her like this, Gu Xingnian felt something stir within her.

"Xinyao, leave him. Go find your own life. He's like a vibrant, seven-colored brocade, dazzling yet laced with deadly poison. This kind of love is too dangerous, let go!"

Cheng Xinyao's eyes slowly reddened, and tears welled up in them.

She opened her mouth, but the word "senior sister" stuck in her throat ultimately didn't come out.

She sniffed, her voice thick with nasal consonant, and asked a completely unrelated question:

"If Fu Beichen dies, will you die?"

"I did everything I could to keep him alive. Even if it was just one more day."

Her tone was decisive and without the slightest hesitation.

Cheng Xinyao fell silent.

She stared at Gu Xingnian for a few seconds, then turned away.

She walked a few steps away, stopped, and left a message.

"The old man is safe and sound in Sicheng."

After saying that, she quickly left, her figure disappearing around the bend in the mountain road.

Gu Xingnian looked in the direction where Cheng Xinyao had disappeared, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

She slowly turned around and walked towards her master's study, which was not far away.

Pushing open that familiar wooden door, the smell of dust mixed with a faint scent of ink wafted out.

Scenes from the past flooded my mind like a tidal wave.

The master wrote equations for her and tapped her palms with a ruler when she was being lazy...

Her eyes welled up with tears, and her vision gradually blurred.

Sudden.

A thought suddenly flashed through her mind: a sentence her master had once said in a teasing tone echoed clearly in her ears.

"You little brat, you've stolen my Nine Heavens Warmth again! How many times have I told you not to waste it like a snack! But seriously, if even the Seven-Colored Brocade can't poison you, then you're a walking antidote bank!"

Seven-colored brocade...

Detoxification repository...

Gu Xingnian's heart jolted, as if it had been struck hard by something!

All the despondency and despair were instantly replaced by a faint hope.

She quickly turned around and rushed out.

Back at the villa, she rushed into the laboratory as fast as she could.

The purpose of using the Nine Heavens Warmth was to neutralize the poison of the Seven-Colored Brocade, preventing the user from being poisoned. The Seven-Colored Brocade contains two components that can neutralize all poisons and quickly eliminate neurotoxins from Fu Beichen's body; there is no time to separate them now.

As long as the poison of the Seven-Colored Brocade can be neutralized, all problems will be solved.

Gu Xingnian took out a needle, quickly drew two vials of blood, and put them into the incubator.

"Niannian." Fu Beichen's voice sounded from behind.

She was startled and quickly pulled down her sleeve, not even having time to press on her wound.

"What's wrong? You look terrible."

She shook her head. "I was just a little tired. How did you get here?"

"I've come to pick you up, let's go back for dinner," he said, reaching out to take her hand.

She flinched slightly, her voice tinged with panic, "Let me tidy up a bit, can you wait for me outside for two minutes, okay?"

Fu Beichen nodded and walked out.

Gu Xingnian quickly pressed the wound, but the spurting blood had already stained her clothes red. She quickly put on a band-aid, pressed it for a while, put on her coat, and went outside.

Fu Beichen led her out of the small building, when suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit him, and he stopped in his tracks.

When he opened his eyes again, the world before him had turned completely black.

He...cannot see.

"Niannian." He called out anxiously, gripping her hand tightly, causing her pain.