Li Haitian, the owner of Yunlai Inn, is forty-six years old and has only one daughter. She has suffered from a strange illness since childhood, which causes her to go mad at will. Over time, she will subconsciously feel afraid when she sees someone with a strong aura and a cold body.

Liu Yiming, the waiter, is the nephew of Manager Li's wife. He is quick-witted and sensible. He has been working there for three years. He lowered his eyes, his expression complicated.

My uncle is getting old, and my cousin...

Mo Qingcheng paused slightly, frowned slightly, and gently scanned with her divine sense. Li Yiming was a kind person, but for some reason there was a black shadow in Li Haitian's dantian. Could it be that he was poisoned?

“Miss…cough cough…I’m sorry…this old man…sigh…” Li Haitian respectfully led the three of them up to the second floor and into the top-class room, hesitating to speak.

"Manager, you can go ahead and get busy. Bring up a table of our signature dishes in half an hour, thank you." Mo Qingcheng had no choice but to speak up since she couldn't rely on Baili Mingyue and that dull-witted bodyguard.

Shopkeeper Li wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, thanked them, and nervously went downstairs.

The girl wouldn't...

Mo Qingcheng waved her hand: "Don't bother me unless it's important..."

Baili Mingyue's eyes were dark and unfathomable as she stared at Mo Qingcheng as if she were looking at thin air, her heart heavy with sorrow.

Baili Fengyun walked into the room with a blank expression.

The abandoned Baili Mingyue: "..."

Seriously... damn it, taking such an idiot out with you is either out of your mind or there's something wrong with you...

Baili Mingyue sat in a chair, radiating an aura of icy coldness. The waiter, Li Yiming, came to deliver bathwater, but slipped and nearly fell to his knees.

Good heavens, sir, please don't scare people like that!

Half an hour later, the waiter, Li Yiming, nervously knocked on the door of Mo Qingcheng's room: "Miss, can the food be served yet?"

"Okay, thank you for your trouble, waiter. Please bring it to me." Mo Qingcheng leaned leisurely against the door frame, glancing sideways at Baili and his servant who had just pushed the door open.

Baili Mingyue turned her head away, feeling increasingly awkward.

Baili Fengyun arrived late, seemingly busier than his master. Mo Qingcheng smiled knowingly and said, "Let's eat."

The waiter gave Mo Qingcheng a grateful look, then had someone bring the food over before disappearing.

Mo Qingcheng chuckled: "Little cousin, is your sister that scary?"

Baili Mingyue's expression changed drastically. "Don't shout."

"No, little cousin..." Mo Qingcheng, with a mischievous glint in her eye, looked Baili Mingyue up and down, wondering what was wrong with this guy.

The man's eyes flickered slightly as he followed behind him into the room, sat down at the table, and glanced at Baili Fengyun.

“Eat up, don’t you have hands? You’re not a giant baby, are you? The way you are… it’s easy to arouse suspicion, you know?” Mo Qingcheng’s eyelids twitched. These two oddballs are really tiring.

Baili Fengyun glanced at Mo Qingcheng several times, seemingly wanting to say something, but Mo Qingcheng easily deflected his gaze: "Let's eat. We can talk when I'm free..."

The three were eating in an eerie silence when suddenly the door was pushed open, followed by a hysterical scream.

"Cousin, how could you be with this vixen? Didn't you say you were going to marry me tomorrow? Waaah... You've changed your mind, it hurts so much..."

Mo Qingcheng raised an eyebrow. A girl in pink, tears streaming down her face, came forward, grabbed Baili Mingyue's collar, and glared fiercely at Mo Qingcheng.

Mo Qingcheng, who was innocently caught in the crossfire, was furious: "Little cousin, aren't you going to introduce him?"

Baili Mingyue, impatient, shoved the girl in pink aside and yelled, "Get lost!"

"Ah... my husband has killed someone..."