Chapter 284 Wife, don't be afraid, it's me.

In the detached house, the maid brought in a tray of food. She put the tray down and spoke in a flat, emotionless voice.

"The master has a message for me to convey."

Jiang Kexin stopped moving and looked up.

"You must stay in Mr. Fu's room tonight."

Every word the maid spoke seemed to be chilled to the bone.

"Otherwise, the sir will have to send you away."

She paused, her gaze falling on Jiang Kexin's flawless face, and added.

“You may have been exposed, sir... No useless moves are left.”

Useless move.

These two words were like two steel needles, piercing Jiang Kexin's heart.

Her blood ran cold.

"I see."

Jiang Kexin forced herself to calm down. She took a deep breath, stood up, and whispered in the maid's ear.

"Could you bring me something over?"

Her voice was extremely low, carrying an unquestionable command.

The maid nodded expressionlessly, turned and walked out, her footsteps disappearing at the end of the stairs.

The room fell silent once more.

Jiang Kexin paced restlessly in the room, the scenes from last night replaying wildly in her mind.

It was so close, just a tiny bit off.

She was so close to having Fu Beichen as her man.

Just when she thought she was about to succeed, he suddenly let go of her.

Why?

Where exactly did things go wrong?

She rehearsed it countless times, mimicking everything from facial expressions to tone of voice so perfectly that it was impossible for her to make a mistake.

Jiang Kexin stopped and walked to the dressing mirror.

The mirror reflected a pure yet beautiful face, the white moonlight that countless men dream of.

Gu Xingnian's face.

She raised her hand, her fingertips gently tracing the eyebrows and eyes of the person in the mirror.

This face is her greatest asset, but also her deepest shackle.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes gradually turning fierce.

Even if she can't stay by his side, she'll still use Gu Xingnian's face to pull off something big.

She wanted to ruin the real Gu Xingnian's reputation, ensuring she could never recover.

......

At eight o'clock in the evening, the lights in the concierge room were dazzling.

Fu Beichen and his group, wearing masks, went inside.

Huo Shenyuan muttered to himself, "This place is set up like Versailles Palace. They really know how to put on airs."

Lu Qinglin didn't speak, his gaze sweeping across the entire room.

In the center of the hall stood two groups of women.

The two rivers are clearly distinct.

The first five rows were filled with fifty hot and beautiful maids, all dressed in revealing red dresses, their long legs dazzling to behold.

The five rows behind them wore pure white veils that covered most of their faces, revealing only their eyes. Their figures were also wrapped in sexy white dresses, yet they exuded a strange sense of incompleteness.

In the VIP section sat about eighty people, all wearing strange animal masks, making it impossible to see anyone's true face.

Venom and Nanwan were prominently featured on the list.

A man wearing a wild boar mask, number 80, was the first to step forward. Without hesitation, he circled the pretty maids in the first five rows, picked one up like a cabbage, and left.

The woman let out a shy gasp, which drew laughter from the men.

Next is number 81.

He was more direct; he first dragged one away from the front, then turned and walked towards the veiled woman behind him.

He pointed to one at random.

The woman shook her head frantically and struggled to back away.

Number 81 clearly had little patience; a swift knife strike chopped at the back of her neck, and the woman instantly went limp.

He simply hoisted the person onto his shoulder and swaggered away.

The atmosphere instantly turned cold, and everyone felt disgusted by the man's behavior.

However, some female guests did come to choose maids, and they all chose the ones who were not particularly good-looking.

Finally, it was number 85's turn.

Fu Beichen has entered the stage.

He strode forward, first taking a leisurely stroll through the group of beautiful women.

His gaze was serious, even discerning, but he didn't find any of them appealing.

He turned around and walked straight toward the five rows of veiled women behind him.

He walked slowly, stopping every time he passed a woman to carefully examine her eyes.

He firmly believed that Niannian was inside.

She's so smart, she'll definitely choose the most inconspicuous way to hide herself.

He was wearing a mask, so she might not recognize him.

Fu Beichen subtly raised his wrist, allowing the specially intensified cedar scent to permeate the air more clearly.

This is her favorite flavor.

Gu Xingnian stood in the second row, her eyes lowered, trying to minimize her presence.

She had already found out that as long as she wasn't selected, she could stay on the island and wait for her chance next week.

If they can find Nan Wan, she and Tang Ling will be saved.

Sudden.

A familiar, deeply ingrained fragrance forcefully entered my nostrils.

Her heart skipped a beat.

It smells like cedar.

Gu Xingnian slowly raised her eyes and saw a tall, upright man wearing a silver wolf mask standing in front of the woman in front of her.

Is it him?

Or is it just that someone else is using the same perfume?

Her heart began to beat uncontrollably.

The man looked at it very carefully, as if he were picking out the one he liked best at a vegetable market.

Some people in the VIP section were already getting impatient.

"What's going on? It's just choosing a maid, not a wife. Why are you taking so long?"

"Exactly, if you want a nice one, just pick one from the Grade A section in front. Why are you rummaging through that pile of 'defective' items in the back?"

Huo Shenyuan, wearing a golden monkey mask, coughed coolly and spoke slowly.

"That guy probably doesn't have very good eyesight."

Lu Qinglin chimed in, "I heard he spent over a decade's savings to get this invitation, so he has to choose one that's worth the price, right?"

Nan Wan held her wine glass, a playful smile curving her red lips.

"interesting."

Lu Qinglin turned his head and stared intently at Nan Wan, whose full red lips opened and closed like ripe cherries.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and a strange urge rose within him; he really wanted to bite it without a second thought.

Finally, Fu Beichen strolled to the second row. At that moment, he slowly walked over and suddenly stopped in front of Gu Xingnian.

Number 77.

Fu Beichen closed his eyes and took a deep breath, like a hunting dog tracking its prey.

The air was filled with the luxurious fragrance of the lobby, but beneath it, there was also the scent he had been longing for day and night.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

The veil covered her ears, so he couldn't see the familiar mole.

But those eyes... those clear yet stubborn eyes, he had kissed them a thousand times over countless nights.

You can't be wrong!

His heart pounded wildly, almost bursting out of his chest.

Suddenly, he reached out and gently pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at him, and his fingertips lightly tapped her cheek a few times.

[Wife, wife.]

Gu Xingnian's eyes widened instantly. Was it her imagination? Had she read the code, or was it just a coincidence?

Fu Beichen caught this subtle expression perfectly.

The next second, he suddenly bent down, stretched out his long arm, and picked her up horizontally.

"!!!"

Gu Xingnian was terrified and instinctively struggled, but no sound came out.

Damn it, it's a mute drug.

Otherwise, she would definitely have cursed out loud.

Fu Beichen held her tightly, tapping her constantly wriggling arm a few times with his fingers.

It's Morse code.

"Honey, don't be afraid, it's me."

He repeated it again. "Wife, it's me, it's me."

Gu Xingnian's body froze instantly.

It really is him.

He's here.

Overwhelmed by a mixture of joy and grievance, her eyes welled up with tears.

She steadied herself and her slender fingers began to tap lightly on his broad back.

Take the one to my right with you too.

That was Tang Ling.

Fu Beichen's body trembled almost imperceptibly, a sign of excitement at having deciphered her exclusive code.

He quickly replied to the message.

[No need to rush, Shen Yuan and Qing Lin are behind us. I'll have them take their men and leave.]

Clutching the treasure he had just recovered, he strode toward the door.

As he passed the butler, he lowered his voice and spoke concisely.

"I'll take this one."

The butler nodded and made a mark on the roster with a pen.

Fu Beichen didn't dare to linger for a moment. He carried her and practically ran into his luxury suite.

He slammed the door shut, finally letting out a sigh of relief, and carefully put her down.

He quickly took out his phone and sent a message to Lu Qinglin.

Bring number 78 back.

Fu Beichen almost couldn't wait and ripped off the veil that was getting in the way of Gu Xingnian's face.

Beneath the veil was an ugly face, wrinkled, aged, and unfamiliar.

He froze completely.

Those deep eyes held undisguised shock.

But that emotion only lasted for a second.

He seemed to understand something instantly, and reached out his hand, his fingertips calloused, to carefully feel the seams on her face.

The movements were very gentle, carrying a sense of cherishing something lost and then regained.

Finally, he found the edge, and with a gentle tear, the human skin mask was completely peeled off.

Below him was the face he had longed for day and night, a face etched into his very bones.

He stared blankly for a few seconds before remembering that he was also wearing something on his face, so he deftly reached out and tore off his mask as well.

A handsome face, so striking it was almost aggressive, crashed into Gu Xingnian's field of vision without reservation.

Gu Xingnian's eyes instantly turned red, completely red.

It was the face she longed for so deeply.

Fu Beichen could no longer control himself. He suddenly stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly with all his might.

"Niannian, I've finally found you." The man's excited voice rang in her ears.

He lowered his head to kiss her, his eyes reddening.

She tiptoed and kissed him back, but tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

She knew he would come and find her.

After a long while, the pressure on his lips gradually softened.

Fu Beichen finally released her, his hot fingertips gently wiping away the tear stains on her cheeks.

"Niannian, I'm sorry, it's my fault, I lost you again."

His forehead pressed against hers, his eyes filled with unconcealed self-reproach and heartache.

Gu Xingnian's fingertips moved across his broad back, gently typing a few words.

Honey, I'm okay. I know you'll find me.

He suddenly cupped her face in his hands with a worried expression. "Niannian, what's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything? Are you hurt?"

There was a hint of barely perceptible panic in his voice.

Gu Xingnian quickly took his hand and wrote on his palm stroke by stroke.

Don't worry, I only took a temporary drug to make me mute. I'll be able to speak again in 24 hours.

Fu Beichen hugged her and kissed her forehead tenderly, saying, "I'm sorry, I made you suffer."

The next second, without saying a word, he picked her up horizontally and carried her steadily in his strong arms, striding into the room.

He wanted to pamper her.

"Knock knock knock!"

An extremely untimely knocking sounded at the door.

Fu Beichen's face instantly turned as black as ink.

He looked up at the woman's face beneath him, flushed with a beautiful blush, his eyes filled with suppressed desire and a furious rage that had been amplified by his interruption...