As she spoke, Murong Qingcheng's words began to veer off course again.

"Hasn't Senior Sister had a boyfriend all these years?" Ye Qiu asked curiously.

"Talk about what?" Murong Qingcheng rolled her eyes at Ye Qiu and laughed, "After you slept with me, my heart can only hold you. How could I accept any other man?"

"Third Senior Sister, we can't talk nonsense. It's an old story. Besides, that night, you were practicing your martial arts and went into a qi deviation, and your whole body was cold. I had no choice but to climb into your bed to warm you up."

"But you did sleep with me one night after all, you even held me in your arms, and when dawn broke, your head was still buried in my chest, and what's worse..."

"Are there any rooms available on the second floor? I'm going to rest now."

Ye Qiu stood up decisively and disappeared in a flash.

"You little rascal, running so fast! Your senior sister hasn't even had a bite yet. How annoying!"

...

The next day, early in the morning, Ye Qiu received a call from Zhao Churan while having breakfast with Murong Qingcheng.

But when the call connected, it wasn't Zhao Churan's voice that came through, but a male voice that Ye Qiu didn't recognize: "Is this Young Master Ye?"

Ye Qiu slowly put down the sandwich in his hand and calmly asked, "Who are you?"

"The entire Zhao family is now gathered on the seventh floor of the Qianxing Hotel, the very place where you, Young Master Ye, once displayed your might. You have forty minutes to get there, or you will bear the consequences."

Beep, beep, beep.

The call was abruptly disconnected!

"Third Senior Sister, you were right. They've already set up a trap for me."

Ye Qiu stood up, his eyes filled with murderous intent.