Huang Lianxin, dressed in a blue maid's uniform, smiled slightly on her delicate face. She gently pushed open Han Wenlei's door.

In this house, perhaps only she had the audacity to push open the master bedroom door without the owner's permission.

A man in white pajamas was on the bed. His bright black eyes were closed, and his handsome face remained as gentle and refined as ever. Even when he was asleep, he looked handsome.

Huang Lianxin blushed slightly.

"Have you looked enough?" A voice suddenly rang out, interrupting her focused gaze.

Before the blush on Huang Lianxin's face could fade, she called out shyly, "Young Master, you're awake."

"With you watching me so closely, how could I not wake up?" Han Wenlei's lips curled into a gentle smile, a habitual gesture.

"Where, where?" Huang Lianxin turned away, her face flushed with embarrassment and annoyance.

Han Wenlei, standing behind her, smiled, quite pleased with the woman's infatuated expression. He then reached out and pulled Huang Lianxin into his arms, teasingly saying, "Tell me, coming to my room so early in the morning, are you up to something?"

"No, no, young master, you're wronging me. I saw the young mistress and madam arguing and wanted you to mediate." Huang Lianxin seemed afraid that Han Wenlei wouldn't believe her, so she quickly explained her reason. When she mentioned the 'young mistress,' a fleeting sadness crossed her face.

"They're arguing again?" Han Wenlei frowned upon hearing Huang Lianxin's words. This Hu Yining was really causing trouble. Ever since she moved in, she had turned the house upside down every few days. "Alright, help me get up. I'll go take a look."

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Mo Jing stood under a large tree, looking up at the towering tree that was over ten meters tall. The tree was laden with bright red fruit, so vibrant and tempting that it made one's mouth water.

"How do you think I should get these fruits down?" Mo Jing's usually calm and indifferent face was now filled with worry.

The bright red fruits hanging there were, Mo Jing was eighty percent certain, the same crimson fruits her grandmother had described, exactly as she had said. She was truly grateful to Ling Moyuan for bringing her to this place; she hadn't expected these crimson fruits to grow right next to the hot spring. She only discovered them when she saw Ling Moyuan using the fruits as sauce.

But now the problem is how to get these fruits back. The tree is so tall! The nearest bright red fruit is probably three meters away from her. She's still weak, how can she climb such a tall tree?

Finally, that serene and fair face slowly turned towards Ling Moyuan, who was trimming tree branches.

Ling Moyuan, his fair and slender hands gripping a small knife, squatted on a rock, his clothes now changed into a clean set. His old clothes hung nearby alongside Mo Jing's, basking in the sunlight.

Ling Moyuan felt a strong gaze on him. Without even looking up, he knew who it was. He said helplessly, "What's the rush? The poison in your body hasn't been completely neutralized yet. You'll have to stay here for at least another day."

Mo Jing crossed her arms, looking at her with a detached expression, her angular lips pressed tightly together, remaining silent.

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Chapter 1 complete, more updates to come!