059: "Is there anything that's bothering you?"

"Baby."

Fu Tingyu let out a satisfied sigh and lowered her head to kiss his forehead, which was damp with cold sweat.

“Why are you crying?” the man said in a low, cruel voice. “This is just the beginning.”

...

...

When Huaiyan woke up again, she was in a daze.

After being silent all night, 073 finally came online, albeit reluctantly.

“That’s so strange,” 073 said. “Last night, I don’t know when it started, I couldn’t access the backstage area.”

It was as if some force had directly blocked it from entering.

No matter what, I can't get in.

“No wonder,” Huai Yan said in a hoarse voice, “I couldn’t find you all night.”

“It’s very strange,” 073 said, puzzled. “This has never happened before.”

Moreover, it is an advanced system, with an exceptional level of defense and thought process.

Now, someone has managed to secretly isolate 073 from the outside world.

This kind of thing can only be done by the main system, by a higher level.

But this is just an ordinary dimensional world.

Furthermore, the main system did not issue any notification.

Yesterday, when I urgently reported to the main system and maintenance department, they told me that there were no problems at all.

"It's okay." Huaiyan blinked and buried her petite body in the blanket.

He suppressed his discomfort and comforted 073: "As long as you're back, everything will be alright."

Maybe it really was just a one-time accident.

“Something’s not right,” 073 felt vaguely that something was amiss and was uneasy. “I just feel like the timing is too coincidental.”

The only possibility that 073 could think of was one.

But upon closer inspection, it seems rather unrealistic.

After all, Fu Tingyu is just a villain, and he wants to surpass the system's will.

It's highly unlikely.

“Is that so…” Huaiyan looked listless, “…You don’t need to blame yourself.”

Anyway, nothing bad happened to him.

Fu Tingyu wouldn't really harm him.

“Alright,” 073 took a deep breath and said seriously, “The final plot point is about to begin.”

As soon as the plane is about to be completed, the system can calculate the manner of the host's death.

Just this morning.

When 073 was first released, the system automatically predicted Huaiyan's fate in the other world.

“Then I am,” Huaiyan bit her lip, trying her best to avoid a certain word, “How…”

In an instant, 073 knew what Huaiyan wanted to ask.

He sighed and said seriously, "We don't know what will happen to Fu Tingyu yet, but yours..."

073 hesitated for a long time, unsure whether he should speak.

Unaware of anything amiss, Huaiyan asked in a daze, "What's wrong with me?"

Surely he couldn't have really been stabbed to death by a mentally ill person, could he?

That's... a bit too shocking.

"The specific outcome is still unknown," 073 finally spoke up, "but we must be careful of Jiang Zhi."

The backend data shows that Jiang Zhi is just an insignificant NPC.

However, it poses a significant threat to Huai inkstones.

“But there’s no need to rush,” 073 said, “because you were originally meant to break away from the world.”

There is only one final fate for Huaiyan.

The key is to prevent Fu Tingyu from being implicated.

If anything happens to Fu Tingyu, the mission will fail.

Because in the original storyline, Fu Tingyu's ending was not good.

“Okay.” Huaiyan nodded solemnly and promised, “I will protect Fu Tingyu.”

073 almost burst out laughing.

The idea of ​​having Huai inkstones protect Fu Tingyu sounds like a joke.

Currently, only Huai inkstones can avoid this.

“By the way,” 073 added, “I can no longer detect the presence of MA on my end.”

Huaiyan was taken aback, and asked blankly, "What...does that mean?"

"That means MA should be offline now," 073 explained, "and Miao Yu can't be found either."

However, Miao Yu is likely to be able to guess it.

It must have been dealt with by a man.

Just as Huaiyan was about to ask another question, the door was pushed open.

It is Fu Tingyu.

The man was holding a bowl of porridge.

Huai Yan inexplicably remembered the bowl he had accidentally broken yesterday.

……etc.

If the man ordered takeout, then it should be porridge served in a takeout bowl.

Why is the man holding a porcelain bowl?

An absurd and unbelievable thought flashed rapidly through the boy's mind.

That shouldn't be possible, right?

How could the porridge have been made by Fu Tingyu himself?

A man who has been pampered and raised in luxury since childhood is a powerful figure.

How could it cook porridge by itself?

Huaiyan laughed at his own thoughts, and his expression at that moment was not concealed.

Fu Tingyu put down the tray, raised his eyes, and stared intently at the boy.

"What are you laughing at?" the man asked lazily, his tone completely indifferent. "Are you feeling unwell?"

The boy covered his mouth in surprise, trying to hide the smile that he couldn't take back.

He waved his hands repeatedly, trying to explain, "No, I wasn't laughing at anything..."

After saying that, he felt that it was a cover-up, so his tone softened.

"No..." The boy lowered his head, revealing only the tips of his bright red ears, and said, "I don't feel unwell..."

He knew what Fu Tingyu was asking.

But he was too embarrassed to speak directly to Fu Tingyu.

This is just too shameful.

"Hmm." A deep, pleasant voice came from the man, though it was unclear whether he believed the boy's words.

After a while, Fu Tingyu bent down, picked the person up by the waist, and carried them into the bathroom.

"Stand still. I'll brush your teeth for you."

The boy's face immediately turned crimson upon hearing those words.

It seems... even more embarrassing!

Fu Tingyu seems to treat him like a child, even interfering with his brushing of teeth.

But Huaiyan felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

At least, men still need him.

"Sir..."

Looking at the porridge in front of him, the boy mustered his courage and couldn't help but ask, "Did you... make this?"

After the question was asked, there was a moment of silence in the room.

Huai Yan sensed that Fu Tingyu seemed to be unusually stunned.

It seems no one expected him to pull this stunt.

"Hmm." After a long pause, the man replied briefly, "I made some myself."

Now it was the boy's turn to fall silent.

So, that means the bowl of porridge he accidentally broke last night...

It was made by Fu Tingyu himself.

Huaiyan stared wide-eyed in fear, clutching the bedsheet nervously: "Then, what about last night..."

"Um."

Fu Tingyu knew what the boy wanted to ask, and answered calmly, "That's true."

I had made a pot of porridge, but I was worried that the boy would be hungry and it wouldn't be enough.

But later the porridge was left in the pot all night.

When Fu Tingyu got up in the morning, he sat at the dining table and ate a bowl of rice.

Actually, I can't eat anymore.

But contrary to his usual behavior, the man stubbornly wanted to give it a try.

But then, fearing that the boy's stomach might not be able to handle it, he cooked another pot.

The more nonchalant the man's answer, the more uneasy the boy became.

He never expected that men possessed this skill.

So, Huaiyan carefully looked up and kissed his chin again.

There's nothing I can give back to Fu Tingyu.

He was alone.