Chapter 129 Do you want me to hold you while you sleep?
Another small courtyard.
Zhan Xiao brought Sheng Weiwei's clothes over, and after she hurriedly put them on, she dawdled out.
The moonlight, like water, spilled onto the elegant courtyard.
This is a hotel suite with a courtyard and pool design, offering excellent privacy.
The moonlight shone on his cold mask, giving it a faint metallic sheen.
Sheng Weiwei tilted her head to look at him, and the scenes of her cheering for Number Seventeen in the boxing gym uncontrollably surfaced in her mind.
If only he really were number seventeen.
She spoke softly, breaking the silence.
"Thank you for saving me again. I'll be leaving Maduri in a few days, and... I probably won't be coming back."
His deep eyes darkened, and he let out a very soft "hmm" from his throat, revealing no emotion.
Sheng Weiwei mustered her courage and pressed on, "Zhan Xiao, why did you help me?"
He remained indifferent, his voice flat, "Just something I did on the spur of the moment!"
Weiwei felt a tightness in her chest.
"I know you're not him, but I still want to thank you."
After she finished speaking, she took a deep breath and turned to leave.
But somehow my foot slipped.
"ah--"
She exclaimed.
Zhan Xiao instinctively reached out to pull her up. As a result, the two of them tumbled into the nearby hot spring pool.
"Thump!"
Water splashed everywhere, and Sheng Weiwei was so frightened that she thrashed around in the water for a couple of seconds.
A strong arm wrapped around her waist in time, stabilizing her, and a hoarse voice sounded above her head, carrying a hint of helplessness.
"The water is shallow, don't splash around."
Her hands were still groping him uncontrollably, as if trying to grab onto something to steady herself.
Suddenly, her little hand touched something oddly shaped and soft in his soaked pocket.
She instinctively pulled it out and looked at it in the dim moonlight.
It was a velvet towel embroidered with a kitten pattern. This towel... why does it look so familiar?
Sheng Weiwei's mind went blank for a moment.
Zhan Xiao's expression changed drastically. He snatched the towel from her hand roughly, then strode out of the pool, turning his back to her.
Sheng Weiwei's eyes widened in shock, and she froze completely.
This...this is the little kitten towel she threw to Number Seventeen back then; she chose the pattern herself!
Exactly the same!
So, he... he really is number seventeen!
"Aren't you coming up?" He had his back to her, his tone cold, revealing obvious displeasure and embarrassment.
Sheng Weiwei seemed not to hear, and suddenly, she sank into the water and disappeared.
Zhan Xiao was startled and, without thinking, turned around and jumped down again.
He pulled her out of the water in a rush.
Sheng Weiwei was being carried by him, soaking wet and looking disheveled, yet she was both surprised and delighted.
She looked at him, her voice trembling and choked with sobs.
"Zhan Xiao, you're Number Seventeen, aren't you? You're him! Otherwise, why would you have that little towel?"
Zhan Xiao stood soaking wet in the water, his expression hidden behind his mask, only his eyes, deep and unfathomable like a cold pool.
He looked at her for a long time before asking in a low voice, his voice slightly hoarse.
"Is he... really that important?"
At this moment, Sheng Weiwei could no longer hold back her tears, which rolled down her cheeks in large drops, mingling with the pool water, making it impossible to tell whether they were salty or bland.
She choked up as she spoke, each word carefully chosen and forcefully.
"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter at all. I'll never like him again."
After she finished speaking, she took a deep breath, stood up straight, shook off his hand, and prepared to step out of the pool.
Zhan Xiao, however, grabbed her wrist tightly.
He spoke slowly, a hint of tension in his voice, "The five million bodyguard fee, are you still going to pay it?"
Sheng Weiwei's heart trembled violently.
So, he's... admitting it?
She stubbornly turned her head away, biting her lip, and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth.
"No money! You can take my life."
Upon hearing this, a very slight smile appeared on his lips, his domineering tone leaving no room for argument: "Then you'll pay for it yourself."
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly pulled her, and Sheng Weiwei, caught off guard, fell into his firm embrace.
The next second, his kisses rained down on me.
God knows how long he'd wanted her.
It was destined by fate that she would eventually belong to him.
...
Back in the room, Fu Beichen placed her on the large bed, then turned and walked out.
Her pajamas were laid out on the bed. Gu Xingnian picked them up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
The bathroom smelled of osmanthus, but there was also a faint smell of blood mixed in. She could smell it.
When she came out, Fu Beichen had returned to his room, changed into his pajamas, and had water droplets dripping from his hair.
"Are you injured?" she asked casually, looking him up and down.
"No!" he denied.
Gu Xingnian lay on the large bed, tossing and turning, feeling somewhat uneasy.
This bed smells of him.
Fu Beichen didn't look at her, but took a thin blanket from the wardrobe and threw it on the sofa.
His tall figure lay down on the sofa, his long legs casually bent, making his 1.88-meter frame appear somewhat cramped.
Under the light, the lines of his profile appeared exceptionally clear, with a high nose bridge and a tight jawline.
"What, you still want me to come and hold you while you sleep?" He glanced at her indifferently, his voice tinged with mockery.
Gu Xingnian's cheeks flushed, but she stubbornly replied, "Who cares!"
She paused, then couldn't help but ask, "How did you know someone would come up the mountain? And you even set up an ambush beforehand?"
Fu Beichen sneered, "They went to all that trouble to blow up the castle, just to set off a big firework? It was a diversionary tactic. If the target wasn't you, who else would they have targeted?
Gu Xingnian was stunned.
"Isn't he your enemy?" she muttered to herself.
He scoffed, "I've lived peacefully here for years, but since you showed up, how many times have I been attacked? Let's do the math, how much money do I have to spend to save your life?"
His tone and expression perfectly embody the qualities of a profit-driven businessman.
Gu Xingnian suddenly laughed, thinking to herself, "This guy's portrayal of 'Mr. Xi' is truly masterful; he deserves an Oscar."
Her eyes sparkled, and she smiled slyly, "Don't worry, my ex-husband has plenty of money, and he's a complete scoundrel. He'll pay you back every penny. Don't think it'll be too hot to handle, Mr. Xi."
Fu Beichen was speechless for a moment, his expression changed, and he angrily turned his face away, no longer looking at her.
Pshaw, you little brat.
As night deepened, a gust of cold wind swept into the room.
Gu Xingnian drifted off to sleep, her breathing gradually becoming steady.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, Fu Beichen's head began to throb with pain, as if it were tearing him apart. He quickly jumped off the sofa and rushed into the bathroom.
The commotion was so loud that it woke Gu Xingnian up.
She heard a painful sound, saw a light in the bathroom, then got out of bed and went towards it.
"Mr. Xi, are you feeling unwell?" She knocked gently on the door.
"It's okay, don't worry about me." His voice, which he tried to keep low, trembled slightly.
Suddenly, she heard a coughing sound, and then smelled a strong odor of blood.
"Mr. Xi, are you feeling unwell? Open the door."
Her intuition told her that something was wrong with him.
Fu Beichen shouted at her through the door, "Get out."
He regretted bringing her into the room.
Gu Xingnian was startled. "Are you injured? Why does it smell of blood?"
She wanted to find out what was going on, but suddenly, Fu Beichen emerged like a raging beast and grabbed her by the neck.
Gu Xingnian was startled and slapped his hard arm hard. Her face turned red before he slowly came to his senses.
He quickly released her, staring blankly at his damned right hand, which had almost hurt her.
A surge of violent energy had just caused him to lose control.
"Cough cough." Gu Xingnian coughed twice, panting heavily.
He turned and closed the door, then locked himself in the bathroom in self-reproach. The sound of breaking glass startled Gu Xingnian.
She knocked on the door anxiously. "Mr. Xi, please open the door."
"Get out!" he shouted again.
Gu Xingnian didn't dare to take any more pictures, but she stood guard at the door and didn't dare to leave.
It wasn't until late at night that Fu Beichen regained his composure. He opened the door, only to find Gu Xingnian asleep against the doorframe.
He tenderly stroked her face, then gently picked her up and placed her on the bed, his movements as gentle as if he were afraid of disturbing some precious treasure.
He held her in his arms, and the familiar touch stirred a pang of sadness in his heart.
He lowered his head and kissed her smooth forehead repeatedly, his movements so tender they could melt your heart.
It's a bit chilly at night.
Gu Xingnian felt a warm source in her sleep and subconsciously moved closer to it, rubbing her little head against his chest to find a comfortable position.
He held her tightly, his heart filled with heartache and self-reproach.
Four days have passed since he was poisoned, and he is unaware that his life is about to end.
...
The next day, when Gu Xingnian woke up, sunlight was already streaming in through the gaps in the curtains.
The room was empty; he was nowhere to be seen.
The air seemed to still carry a faint, refreshing scent emanating from him.
Gu Xingnian's heart skipped a beat.
He rushed into the bathroom and saw that the vanity mirror was broken, with bright red bloodstains on it, clearly caused by his self-harm.
Why was he acting so strangely last night, suddenly going berserk and even choking himself?
Could it be related to her master returning to the lab? She must talk to her master.
She picked up the phone in the room and dialed her master's number.
Since arriving in Maduri, she has turned off her phone because Alvin has a very skilled hacker who can track her location at any time.
The phone rang several times before it was finally answered.
"Master, are you alright?"
"Niannian, what's wrong?" Yang Lin's voice was as kind as ever.
"Master, what are you doing now? Why are you in such a hurry to get back to the lab? Has something happened?" she asked calmly.
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end, then someone said, "I've been gone for several days. If I don't go back soon, Little Cloud will starve to death."
Little Cloud is a goldfish raised by Master. It is pure white. If a fish stays in a 300-square-meter pond, it will starve to death.
She suspected he was talking nonsense, but she wasn't in the mood to argue with him.
She paused for a moment, then cut to the chase, "Master, Mr. Xi... has something happened to him?"
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end, then he asked, "Girl, do you really... like that Mr. Xi?" He continued, "Or... should we find someone else?"
Gu Xingnian: "..."
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