It's time to turn back and I'll be your slave, okay...

"Who's there?" Wen Zichuan was shocked. Is there someone hiding behind the Buddha statue?

"Don't panic, benefactor," the fortune-teller said slowly. "Guilu Mountain has a good ecosystem, so it's normal for some small animals to appear."

When Wen Zichuan was interpreting the divination, Leng Sui was standing by, his eyes fixed on the source of the sound, hoping that it was just a small animal that had run around and bumped into the shrine, as his master said.

Perhaps the temple building has a good sound-gathering effect. Cheng Sizhou was standing behind the Buddha statue, and even at a distance of four or five meters, he could hear the conversation between the fortune-teller and Wen Zichuan clearly.

"This is an auspicious sign. In my opinion, the marriage you wish for will be a success."

"Then what does this few words mean?"

"'Fate' means you two already have a pre-existing connection, which is why you've come together again. 'All things come together' means that after you meet, you help and support each other, and slowly, many things become accomplished. 'Two lives, one dream' probably has something to do with your dreams or aspirations. 'What's before your eyes is real' is easy to understand; the person before you is the right one."

Wen Zichuan stared at the ink stains on the bamboo sticks. His master had interpreted the first two sentences correctly, but not the last two.

He thought he knew what "two lives, one dream" meant. In the ancient tomb, they must have dreamed of Wu Wen and Shi Cheng, separated and reunited through dreams, sharing the same bed in life and the same grave in death.

But "what is in front of you is real" is completely wrong. The person in front of you is the right person, but the person who shares the dream with you is not in front of you at all.

It was just a way to relax and unwind, so Wen Zichuan didn't take this superstitious activity seriously.

He thanked his master and turned to leave. It was the shortest day of the year, so he should get more sun and replenish his yang energy.

The corridor is quiet and peaceful. When the sun turns around, it just shines on your back but not on your face.

What's more, a beauty leaning on another beauty is a beautiful sight. Anyone who sees it will not be able to help but stay and look at it for a while.

"You've been walking around for a long time. Are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat." Leng Sui squatted next to Wen Zichuan, looked up and talked to him.

"I'm not hungry. You don't have to work. Take a break." Wen Zichuan patted the seat next to him. "Boss Wei is not here. It's okay for you to sit for a while."

Leng Sui glanced at the seat, but didn't dare to sit down. Instead, he took out a bottle of mineral water from his bag: "Then drink some water."

Wen Zichuan couldn't bear to refuse again and again, so he took it and took a sip. Drinking cold water in winter was still too cold, so he held it in his mouth for a long time before reluctantly swallowing it.

Cheng Sizhou followed them and hid outside the corridor. Through the stained glass window, he saw the person he had been thinking about day and night. The coldness in his body seemed to be dispelled by a sudden surge of warmth, and he suddenly felt like he was alive again.

He hugged his arms and slowly adjusted his breathing. This feeling was hard to explain. If he had to use a metaphor, it was like a gluttonous beast named "joy" was eating up the bad emotions hidden in his body bite by bite.

Wen Zichuan didn't notice the stained glass window on the opposite side. He leaned sideways on the railing, staring blankly at the flowers, plants and trees in the courtyard.

In Leng Sui's eyes, Teacher Wen was different from any artist he had ever met.

After becoming famous, he didn't become arrogant or immediately use his connections to maintain resources. For example, during the Li Le Men incident, although he added a few friends in the circle, he didn't actively contact them again because their work didn't overlap.

However, when it comes to daily work, Teacher Wen is very serious. Those who have worked with him all praise him for being polite, hardworking, and having a high degree of completion.

Leng Sui has followed Wei Jing for several years, but this is the first time he has seen a top star with both fame and fortune so depressed after work, as if he has no interest in anything.

"Teacher Wen, did you have friends before?" Leng Sui found a topic and wanted to chat with him.

"I have very few friends, and most of them don't last long." Wen Zichuan laughed at himself.

"Then is there anything you particularly want to do? Look at the other artists in the company, some like to play cards, some like to play games."

When Wen Zichuan recalled the past, it seemed that all the moments when he was particularly happy and comfortable were related to Cheng Sizhou. If he excluded this person, there would probably be nothing else.

Seeing him shaking his head and not saying anything, Leng Sui was almost at his wit's end. After thinking for a while, he asked again, "Does the young lady like small animals? Puppies or kittens? Would she be happier if she had a small animal?"

Wen Zichuan still shook his head: "She has a bad heart, so walking the dog is definitely not an option for her. As for the kitten, it's best to ask her first if she has allergies or if she can tolerate it."

Cheng Sizhou listened quietly. It was obviously a very ordinary conversation, but it made him anxious.

He knew that Zichuan was very sensitive and didn't like others to explore his past. He had been backstabbed by a friend before. Even if no one was mentioned by name, he would still feel uncomfortable whenever he thought about it.

As for his hobbies, he likes flowers and plants just like his mother and sister. If there are no conditions to plant them, take him to the flower and bird market or botanical garden, and he will be very happy.

But the most important thing is that when he lies down and doesn't talk, it means he is "out of energy" and he needs to be alone to "recharge" instead of being disturbed frequently.

Cheng Sizhou took a deep breath and was about to rush out to stop the chattering Leng Sui. Suddenly, a whistle in the distance attracted their attention.

"Maybe Young Master Wei feels that the temple is not fun anymore and wants to leave early," Leng Sui packed up his things, "We'll go to the forest later. We climbed the mountain during the day, so it's our routine to relax at night."

Wen Zichuan had no objection. The company had already made all the arrangements, so he just had to do as he was told.

Cheng Sizhou followed them out and took out his cell phone to check.

"Senli" is a light luxury hotel famous for its spa features, but coincidentally, there is a modern art gallery opposite the hotel. Thanks to Meng Fanyu, he knows the owner.

Cheng Sizhou reached the top floor of the art gallery without much effort. Like a paparazzi, he zoomed the camera of his mobile phone to the maximum magnification so that he could stare at the situation in the forest through the huge glass window.

Mr. Wei was as generous as ever, booking an entire floor for team-building activities.

In the camera, people walked into the empty floor one after another. Cheng Sizhou endured the blur and tried hard to search for Wen Zichuan.

It was not until he saw Wen Zichuan and Leng Sui enter the same guest room that the impulse in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

The guest rooms in Senli are quite special. In addition to the regular furnishings in the outer room, there are also two foot bath beds. The inside and outside are separated by frosted glass, and you can only enter the bedroom through the partition.

Going down the mountain was more tiring than going up. Wen Zichuan was indeed tired, and he felt drowsy as soon as he lay down on the foot bath bed.

The waiter came over and asked if he needed any service. He closed his eyes and said "No thanks". He casually left the menu and asked the waiter to leave.

He saw that Wen Zichuan had not taken off his coat or changed his shoes, and he thought it must be uncomfortable for him to lie like that, so he squatted down and took off his shoes for him.

"What are you doing?!" Wen Zichuan woke up instantly and retracted his legs as if he had been electrocuted.

"I know some massage techniques," Leng Sui held his ankle, bent his fingers, and pressed against the sensitive spot on the sole of his foot through his cotton socks. "You don't want any service. If I don't loosen up your muscles, your legs will hurt soon."

Wen Zichuan looked at his drooping eyebrows and felt a little dazed.

He remembered that on the day he moved to Yangliu'an, someone also held his forearm and said, "You lifted heavy things during the day. If I don't massage your arm, it will hurt when you go to sleep later."

In fact, Leng Sui's technique is quite good. After pressing it a few times, the meridians on the soles of my feet and calves felt numb, and the soreness and pain were gone.

But Wen Zichuan felt very uncomfortable. He made a bitter face and resisted, "Stop it. I haven't washed my feet yet. They are very dirty."

Leng Sui smiled and said, "Where is it dirty? I'm not sweating at all."

Wen Zichuan sighed: "Don't do it, you are a bodyguard, not a technician, this is not your job."

Leng Sui didn't know how to refute, so he suddenly pressed hard twice. Seeing Wen Zichuan trembling in pain, he felt a little bit of pleasure.

He really didn't understand what was made of this man's heart. No matter how good it was for him, he would not accept it at all. He always had a cold face and always kept people at a distance.

"Brother Leng! Brother Leng, are you there?" Someone suddenly knocked on the door.

"What's wrong?" Leng Sui opened the door and found that it was a small bodyguard under his command.

"Go and have a look, your car has been scratched." The young bodyguard stammered.

"What's going on?" Leng Sui looked back at Wen Zichuan, then followed the bodyguard out, "The car is not in the parking lot..."

Wen Zichuan ignored them. He tightened himself and curled up on the foot bath bed, feeling extremely aggrieved.

For the sake of work and common interests, he will be more friendly to the people around him, but that does not mean that others can do whatever they want to him.

Wrapped in grievance, tears streamed down his nose. He raised his hand to wipe them away, secretly cursing himself for being useless. He didn't cry when he was working so hard, but now he was lying down to rest and he was crying. It was ridiculous.

After a few minutes, the door was opened again. Wen Zichuan thought Leng Sui had returned, so he immediately wiped his face and sat up.

“…Why is it you?!”

Cheng Sizhou closed the door, raised his head and looked at Wen Zichuan.

Before coming, he prepared a lot of words. He wanted to tell Zichuan his truest thoughts, even if he was not understood or accepted, even if it was only this one chance and they would never meet again in the future, he would accept it.

But when he saw Wen Zichuan's red eyes and the tears in his eyes, he suddenly didn't want to say a single word.

"Don't you want to see me?" Cheng Sizhou looked over, his eyes calm and gentle.

"We've broken up, why are we still meeting?" Wen Zichuan turned his face away, avoiding his gaze.

"They didn't take good care of you," Cheng Sizhou said, his tone showing deep distress, even though he was very restrained. "I was worried, so I came to see you."

Wen Zichuan pursed his lips tightly, but a wave of bitterness rolled through his throat. He clutched the edge of his coat tightly, not wanting to cry in front of him.

"What does it have to do with you whether I'm okay or not?!"

"I hope you are well, I hope you are happy, and I hope you are free."

"Really? I thought you only wanted me to be a big star and make a lot of money."

Cheng Sizhou sighed silently. In front of Zichuan, let alone throwing away his armor, he didn't even have any armor and never took any precautions.

Zichuan said this, clearly blaming him, blaming him for being so stubborn and sending him to a bright future but refusing to accompany him.

"I was wrong. I'll make amends to you." Cheng Sizhou walked over to him and lifted his calf. "I'll be your slave, okay?"

The feeling of Leng Sui's pressure still lingered on his legs. Wen Zichuan kicked him away and said, "There are so many people working like slaves for me. Can you even get a spot?"

Cheng Sizhou slowly stood up: "Let's try it and see if I'm the best one."

Wen Zichuan suddenly became interested. He wanted to see how Master Cheng would show that he was the "most useful".

Under his gaze, Cheng Sizhou locked the door and turned on the "Do Not Disturb" button. He first checked all the sockets to confirm that there were no pinhole cameras, then he held up the mirrors and glass in the room to check to make sure there was no dark space for sneak shots. Finally, he drew the curtains, dimmed the lights, and set the indoor air conditioning to 24 degrees.

When the room was warm enough, he went to the closet to get a bathrobe, took off Wen Zichuan's coat, and draped the bathrobe over his shoulders.

This was Wen Zichuan’s favorite way to do things. Although the bathrobe was not as good as his coral fleece pajamas, it was neither too cold nor too hot.

"Soak your feet. Only when your feet are warm can your body be warm." Cheng Sizhou came over with hot water. "It's a little hot, so bear with it."

He took off Wen Zichuan's cotton socks. Knowing that the water was a little hot, he spread out his palms, wrapped his feet, and slowly immersed them in the water to give him some time to adapt.

Wen Zichuan admitted that he felt very comfortable being "served", but the easier he tried to coax her, the more Cheng Sizhou would knowingly do the wrong thing.

So this time, he would never forgive him easily.