He Mingxiao's expression changed abruptly. He looked at Nan Xian in a panic, as if afraid she would misunderstand, and quickly denied, "No such thing! I've never covered anyone with a blanket—"

He paused suddenly, as if recalling something, and then cautiously added, "Except for you."

Nan Xian's lips twitched: ...Help! Don't drag me into your complicated relationship with your childhood sweetheart!

She didn't say anything, pretending not to hear.

He Mingxiao then turned to Wei Zeling, his face ashen and his eyes filled with warning, "Wei Zeling, if you're talking about when you were five years old and stayed at my house, insisting on sharing a bed with me, then I can tell you with absolute certainty that you have never slept with me! After you fell asleep that day, the nanny carried you back to the guest room, and she was the one who covered you with the blanket. Please don't say such ambiguous things again!"

His tone was extremely harsh, almost to the point of scolding, which immediately made Wei Zeling's eyes redden, her small, peach-blossom-like mouth tremble slightly, and she stammered, unable to speak.

Even someone as insightful as Lang Zhuo couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy upon seeing her like this—Wei Zeling had deliberately uttered those ambiguous words in front of the camera, which, to put it mildly, showed a lack of tact, and to put it bluntly, might raise suspicions of ulterior motives. Although he knew that her current disheveled and humiliating state was mostly her own fault, ultimately, it was just a spoiled little girl being jealous and petty.

He chuckled and stepped forward to smooth things over: "Oh dear, it's all a small matter, it's all a small matter. Xiao Wei didn't do it on purpose. President He is very magnanimous, please don't hold it against her... Oh, isn't that Xiao Yu?"

Nan Xian looked in the direction he was pointing and saw Yu Lin climbing down the small hill next to him and jogging closer.

"Xiao Yu, why are you the only one here? Where is Zhicheng?"

Yu Lin stopped, slightly out of breath. He glanced quickly at Nan Xian, licked his lips, and said, "Young Master Sheng... he's stuck."

Everyone: ...Huh?

**

The group of five headed to the location Yu Lin had mentioned.

“We received a mission from the villagers to find the ‘Fountain of Immortality’ in a cave on a small mountain. After Xiao Sheng and I entered the cave, his flashlight fell into a crevice. He climbed in to retrieve it, and then… the film crew refused to help, and I was too weak to do it all by myself, so I had to come and ask for reinforcements.” Yu Lin explained, shrugging helplessly.

Everyone fell silent, recalling Sheng Zhicheng's chubby, steamed bun-like figure.

Yes, I can understand him now.

The mountain path leading to the cave was very narrow. Nan Xian and Wei Zeling walked in the middle, with Yu Lin in front of them.

She glanced up and found Yu Lin looking back at her.

He was startled and quickly looked away from her gaze.

Nan Xian frowned slightly.

She tried to contact Yu Lin to return the whistleblower medal, but he was very persistent and refused to accept it, saying that he had already given it away and if Nan Xian didn't want it, she should just throw it away.

Nan Xian was helpless. She couldn't really throw it away, but keeping it always felt strange. So she could only carry it with her at all times, thinking of a chance to return it to him that he couldn't refuse.

She pinched the round, cool object in her coat pocket, her lips slightly pursed.

After walking for about ten minutes, we finally saw a cave.

Strangely, there was a door outside the cave, a huge, rusty iron gate with a lock hanging loosely.

He Mingxiao stopped and looked at Yu Lin suspiciously. "Are you sure this is the place?"

Yu Lin's eyes flashed, and he smiled, "Of course, I won't be mistaken."

He Mingxiao stared at him for a while, then said nothing more.

The group entered the cave.

Yu Lin left his flashlight to Sheng Zhicheng. The deeper they went into the cave, the darker it became, and they could only move forward by feeling their way.

Although no water was visible, the air was filled with a damp smell.

Nan Xian was a little nervous, and her breathing became rapid involuntarily.

Suddenly, she lost her footing and stumbled forward, but a hand caught her waist in the darkness.

Nan Xian was startled and instinctively tried to dodge, but the owner of the hand whispered in her ear, "It's me, don't be afraid."

Nan Xian gritted her teeth: It's you I'm afraid of!