“The person behind you is a bit difficult to investigate,” Fu Mutian said, breathing warmly against his collarbone. “And what I dislike most is trouble, Cheng Yan. What do you think I should do?”

A college student from a remote area who was admitted to the Peking Opera Academy miraculously fits the taste of the ninth son of the Fu family.

"If all the students at the Beijing Drama Academy act like this, is the empire's entertainment industry doomed?"

Not hearing Cheng Yan's reply, Fu Mutian continued.

"Young Master Fu Jiu, you are... saying... um..." Before Cheng Yan could speak, a sharp pain shot through the wound on his waist.

Fu Mutian had unbuttoned the back of his neck at some point, and then moved downwards, her large hand gripping his waist and playing with it idly. His legs were also trapped between her legs, making him unable to move.

Meeting those icy eyes, Cheng Yan felt as if he had fallen into an abyss, bound by its weight.

He had been by Fu Mutian's side for nearly three months, how could he possibly be completely unaware of her true nature?

How could anyone be so idiotic as to think that this is really a playboy?

Of the four dashing young men in those four lines, which one was truly a simple playboy?

"I dislike lies. Think carefully before you speak." Fu Mutian took off his shirt, revealing his lean upper body, with a conspicuous white bandage around his waist.

Although it's autumn and a bit chilly, the room is quite warm, so it doesn't feel cold.

"You certainly please me, but you should try to see if I'm just a love-struck fool."

Undeniably, Fu Mutian really liked Cheng Yan; otherwise, she wouldn't have kept him by her side for three months, and she wouldn't have waited until Sheng Jingchen spoke up before sending him away.

But will she really be troubled by love?

How could she have found four or five lovely women to keep her company and spend the night with her right after seeing Cheng Yan off?

Cheng Yan had nothing to say, so he simply kept his mouth shut and lowered his eyes.

"Do you think I really wouldn't be able to find out if you didn't tell me?" Fu Mutian sneered, pulled off the white bandage, and looked at the wound.

Heels…

It seems Han Er doesn't want those hands and feet anymore.

"What would Young Master Fu like to say..."

Fu Mutian touched the wound again and again, pressing down lightly, the dense pain spreading throughout his body, while she kept breathing and talking against his neck.

"Then let's start by telling you about your background." Fu Mutian curled her lips.

As Shen Beian walked out the door, he couldn't help but chuckle, wondering which family had used their beauty to seduce Sweetie.

It seems to work quite well.

But that's only what it looks like.

"You did a good job, get up."

A clear, cold voice, like jade, entered Shen Bei'an's ears, and he immediately stiffened, breaking out in a cold sweat.

He leaned against the wall next to him, his mind filled with images, and his head was throbbing with pain.

His vision blurred, and he was about to fall to the ground. Before he completely lost consciousness, he heard an anxious voice and saw a black figure rushing towards him.

"gentlemen!"

——

"I no longer have a place at the Shouwu Research Institute, so how else do you expect me to help you!"

"Yifan, why are you so angry? Calm down and listen to me." The middle-aged man took a sip of tea, sipped it, and looked at the furious young man opposite him.

"How can you expect me to stay calm?" Qiao Yifan slammed his hands on the table. "I've studied hard for nearly twenty years! Twenty years!! And now it's all gone!" His face was full of anger as he glared fiercely at the seemingly gentle middle-aged man in front of him.

Despite being yelled at like that, the middle-aged man still had a smile on his face. "Yifan, this is indeed my fault. I didn't think it through. You studied finance, and the He Shou Wu Research Institute wasn't really suitable for you. Changing places wouldn't be bad."

"Ha, you make it sound so easy. What place can compare to the Polygonum multiflorum Research Institute?" Qiao Yifan sneered.

The workload is light, but the pay is good.

What place in the capital can compare?

"How about a better, more relaxed place?" The middle-aged man slowly held up his three-piece teacup, cutting the tea in it, and looked up at the young man in front of him.

"Do you think I'll still believe you?" Qiao Yifan said, but he was clearly already relaxed.

The middle-aged man put down his teacup and gestured for him to sit down, saying, "Sit down and enjoy some tea with me. There's no rush."

Qiao Yifan slumped into the chair as if deflated, lowered his head, and took a deep breath. "I hope it's as you say."

The middle-aged man handed over a cup of tea. "Of course, why would I lie to you, Yifan?"

——

"Feng You, find out the truth." Gu Nanyan carried Shen Bei'an from the cell repair device to the bed, carefully combing his hair, his voice icy cold.

"Yes." The ghostly figure left the bedroom.

Gu Nanyan's eyes darkened, and he sent out a message.

"Send me the complete list of all participants for today's incense appreciation banquet."

"Why are you suddenly interested in the aroma tasting banquet?" Lu Ming asked, puzzled.

"There are always people who want to die. I'll help them so they can go to paradise sooner."

Lu Ming acted quickly, and Gu Nanyan immediately passed the message to Meng Zhaojun, "Take a look at these people, see if there's anything amiss."

"yes."

"Ah Yan!"

Shen Bei'an suddenly stood up, and Gu Nan'an quickly helped him up, "An'an, is there anything else that feels uncomfortable?"

A sense of unease pervades the scene.

Shen Bei'an gasped for breath, leaning against Gu Nan'an, "I...I...don't know..."

Gu Nanyan sat on the bed and hugged him. Shen Beian wrapped his arms tightly around Gu Nanyan's waist and pressed close to him. "Ayan, I just sent Cheng Yan to Sister Tian's side... and... I was planning to wait for you to pick me up... and then... I don't know why I... fainted."

His voice was filled with fear, an unspeakable fear, an unknown fear.

"I'm sorry, An'an, it's my fault for not being there for you in time." Gu Nanyan's words were like opening a valve.

The fear in Shen Bei'an's heart lessened considerably, replaced by a certain... irrationality.

"You still know that!" Shen Bei'an raised his hand to punch her. "If you had come earlier, I wouldn't have fainted! It's all your fault! Why didn't you come sooner? If you had come with me, I might not have fainted!"

As if he wanted to vent all his anger, he clenched his fists and punched Gu Nanyan.

Gu Nanyan hugged him tightly, "I'm sorry, An'an, it's my fault. I should have stayed with you."

Seeing that Shen Bei'an had regained his former spirits, Gu Nan'an finally felt relieved.

"That's right!" Shen Bei'an was held tightly in her arms. "Don't hug me so tightly! I can't breathe."

Having just emerged from the cell repair device, Shen Beian is now in high spirits.

Gu Nanyan relaxed a little, "I'm sorry, An'an, there won't be a next time, okay?"

The couple looked at each other.