"Miss Fuying, this is your new room. Hot water, toiletries, and loungewear have been prepared for you in the bathroom. Please take a bath and relax. Afterwards, someone else will take you to see Mr. Si."

"Okay, thank you." Fu Ying apologized casually. The moment the maid left the room, she immediately ran to the balcony, trying to climb down to find a place to escape. But as soon as she leaned over the railing, she discovered that there was someone guarding the bottom of the balcony.

She returned to her room and looked around at the surrounding facilities. In the upper right corner of the room, there was a camera blatantly hanging, and it seemed that Ye Sijue was not worried at all that she would know he was spying on her.

Fu Ying gave the camera the middle finger, turned around and went into the bathroom. She checked it thoroughly inside and out, and finally breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there were no cameras in the bathroom.

It seems that leaving this place in the short term will not be easy; we'll have to plan for the long term.

After taking a hot shower, Fu Ying felt even more limp and weak all over, and she even wished she could lie down on the soft bed as soon as she left the bathroom.

But just as she finished changing and came out, the maid knocked on her door almost at the exact moment:

"Miss Fuying, are you all better?"

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Fu Ying looked at the pure white Peter Pan collar dress she was wearing and suddenly felt as if she had returned to a few years ago.

At that time, she already knew Gu Momo, and through Gu Momo's persistent pleading, she successfully joined Gu Momo's organization.

She loves freedom. Gu Momo wanted to arrange a normal job for her, a nine-to-five job at a company, but she refused.

She loved the job of an intelligence gatherer the most. Every day, she could travel at public expense. All she had to do was investigate and collect any information that Sister Momo wanted to know, whether it was personal information or business secrets, she could find a way to get her hands on it.

She still remembered that Sister Momo threw her a birthday party and introduced her to many senior students. At that party, she received an anonymous gift, which was also a white dress, similar to the one she was wearing now.

Could it be that the gift from back then was also given by Ye Sijue?

Fu Ying thought about it and suddenly found it ridiculous.

Over the years that Ye Sijue had spent with her, he had almost never spoken to her on his own initiative, and he often disappeared. She rarely saw Ye Sijue, so how could he possibly remember her birthday?

She shook her head self-deprecatingly, then turned and opened the bedroom door.

She followed the maid downstairs, where Ye Sijue had changed into a linen-colored loungewear outfit similar to the white dress she was wearing.

As Fuying looked at the man, her fear seemed to intensify with each step she took.

After the maid led her to Ye Sijue's side, she turned and left.

Ye Sijue subconsciously reached out to take her hand, but she instinctively took a step back and dodged his outstretched hand.

Ye Sijue's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of danger. Without saying a word, he grabbed her wrist and walked out.

"Where are you taking me?" Fuying struggled desperately.

Ye Sijue remained silent, leading her to the door and onto the manor's shuttle bus.

Before getting on the bus, Fu Ying never imagined that Ye Sijue's manor would be so big, so big that you had to use a shuttle bus to get to some places, otherwise it would take ten or twenty minutes to walk.

In this enormous manor, escaping would be extremely difficult for her.

Fu Ying sighed silently in her heart, but Ye Sijue still noticed this subtle movement. The man domineeringly pulled her hand and held it tightly in his palm.

In the past, Fu Ying would have been overjoyed, but at this moment, she desperately wanted to escape Ye Sijue and the fear he had created for her.

The shuttle bus stopped in front of a somewhat old-looking five-story building. Because it had been uninhabited and unmaintained for a long time, the delicate green plants around it had withered, and the walls were covered with tenacious ivy, which covered the cement walls that were out of place with the European-style manor.

"Where is this? I want to go back." She stood at the door, and a strange wind seemed to be blowing from inside the room, making her instinctively want to escape.

She feared that Ye Sijue intended to lock her in this dark and gloomy place, and if that were the case, she would rather die than let him have his way.

However, just as she was about to turn around, Ye Sijue grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside.

The rusty iron door creaked as it was pushed, making it seem particularly eerie in the empty courtyard.

Fuying fears neither heaven nor earth, but what she fears most is ghosts.

When she was a child and wandered the streets, she could only curl up in a corner at night and hug herself tightly.

"Ye Sijue, where exactly is this place?" Fu Ying dared not struggle anymore, instead becoming timid and cowardly, gripping Ye Sijue's hands tightly, afraid that he would abandon her here.

The man took a few more steps inside, and the moment he pushed open the door, dust billowed up, and a damp, rotten wood smell wafted from the inner room.

"This is where I've lived since I was a child."

Fu Ying followed his gaze and saw that the walls of the room were covered with all kinds of weapons, some of which were rusted and even had mottled bloodstains on them.

No matter how you look at it, this doesn't seem like a place where people can live; it's more like a prison cell filled with torture instruments.

Fu Ying frowned. "Why did you bring me here?"

“Heh…” A silent laugh escaped Ye Sijue’s throat.

Even he himself didn't know why he brought Fuying here.

However, for some reason, deep in his soul, there was a feeling he wanted to share with Fuying.

Seeing that Fu Ying did not speak, Ye Sijue walked to a dilapidated table with a bow and arrow on it. The bow and arrow were covered in dust. He picked it up and blew on it gently, and the dust scattered.

Have you ever played it?

Fu Ying withdrew her gaze, her tone icy, "Not interested."

Ye Sijue suddenly raised his hand and gestured in a certain direction. Soon, two of his men brought in a person with a black cloth bag over his head.

The man seemed to still be trying to struggle, but his subordinate kicked him hard in the back of the knee, and he instantly fell to his knees.

At the same time, his subordinates removed the mask from the man's face. Fu Ying immediately recognized them as the two assassins who had chased Ye Sijue yesterday. He never expected that the situation would change so drastically in just one night.

The two assassins fell into Ye Sijue's hands, and so did she.

The man spat on the ground with a look of resentment, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "Ye Sijue! Kill me or torture me as you please, don't fucking try anything funny."

Instead of being angry, Ye Sijue laughed, a mocking smile appearing at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.