In the study of the Ye family's old house, the sound of heavy rain hitting the glass was blocked by heavy curtains, leaving only a dull background sound.
Under the light, Ye Qingliu had changed into dry home clothes. His wet black hair was casually pushed back, revealing his smooth forehead and the glaring gauze.
He sat behind his desk, the chaotic storm from before no longer visible in the depths of his gray-blue eyes, replaced by a tempered, almost inorganic, cold sharpness.
Mu Xinrong sat in the armchair opposite him, holding a cup of hot cocoa that Ning Xiwan had just given him. The warm steam temporarily dispelled the chill of the rainy night.
His face was still a little pale, but in those eyes that had seen countless reincarnations, there was the determination after burning his boats.
"What Qi Shang can't stand the most," Ye Qingliu's voice was not loud, but it clearly penetrated the lingering sound of rain.
"It's the 'human' aura that's tainted on Chao Youye, especially yours, Xinrong. He believes it's the 'pollution' of the gods, the poison that causes Entropy (Chao Youye) to deviate from the 'pure' rules."
His slender fingers tapped the table unconsciously, making a very regular "tap, tap" sound, like the rhythm of some precision instrument.
"So, what we should do is not to hide Chao Youye carefully, but..." Ye Qingliu leaned forward slightly, his gray-blue pupils shrinking under the light.
"Push him into the spotlight. Let the whole city see how the god Chao Youye and a 'mortal' Mu Xinrong live inseparably together. Use the most mundane and loudest means to announce their existence."
Mu Xinrong paused for a moment, holding the cup, and instantly understood Ye Qingliu's intention. This was crazy, like lighting a bonfire next to a barrel of explosives.
However, this is also the only way to hurt Qi Shang's twisted nerves and force him to show his true colors!
Let the fanatic hiding in the dark witness with his own eyes the "blasphemy" that he cannot tolerate the most - his god is willingly "polluted" by a "mortal".
He picked up an encrypted satellite phone on the table, his knuckles turning slightly white from the strain. The call connected, and Duan Shuce's calm voice came from the other end: "Qingliu?"
"Shuce," Ye Qingliu's voice was flat but full of unquestionable determination.
"Launch the first phase of the 'Sky Dome' project. Goal: Three days from now, the 'Eye of the Stars' contemporary art charity auction dinner. I want the Ye family to be the sole organizer. Mobilize all resources to ensure the dinner is the highest standard of the year, covering all top celebrities, media, and international buyers."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, followed by Duan Shuce's calm response: "Received. Skydome's Level 1 directive confirmed. Authorization unlocked. The handover of hosting rights is expected to be completed within two hours, and public opinion campaigns will commence simultaneously."
Duan Shuce never asked why. He was only responsible for transforming Ye Qingliu's will into the most efficient action.
Ye Qingliu hung up the phone and turned his gaze to Mu Xinrong: "You and Chao Youye will be the most dazzling 'exhibits' at this dinner. I need you to show your most intimate gestures in front of everyone. Holding hands, whispering, even..."
He paused, his grey-blue eyes looking directly at Mu Xinrong, "A kiss. The more natural and 'mortal' it is, the better."
Mu Xinrong's heart skipped a beat, and her cheeks turned slightly red uncontrollably.
Although he and Chao Youye had already understood each other, but in public... this was not only a provocation to Qi Shang, but also a test for Chao Youye himself.
Can the "love" under that cold rule withstand such noise?
"Will he... agree?" Mu Xinrong's voice was filled with uncertainty.
"He will." Ye Qingliu's tone was so firm that it was almost cold. "Because this is part of the 'rules'. Qi Shang is the 'virus' that interferes with the world line. It is his 'duty' to eliminate the virus and maintain balance."
"We are offering him a chance to clear the virus—an opportunity to expose himself that he cannot refuse."
The observer's memory fragments clearly told him that as the embodiment of rules, Chao Youye's behavior pattern was essentially driven by logic.
"Also," Ye Qingliu added, his voice even colder, "I need you to help me pass on a message to him."
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, a completely different world unfolds.
On the top floor of "Limestone Realm", there is a private viewing restaurant. It is isolated from the hustle and bustle of the city and seems to be suspended in the clouds.
Outside the 360-degree floor-to-ceiling glass curtain wall is the city night view that is as dazzling as the stars. The glittering river of cars meanders under your feet, outlining the luxurious pulse of this super city.
There is no main lighting inside the restaurant. Only the flickering candlelight on the table and the art installations embedded in the wall that emit soft blue light provide lighting, creating a hazy and private atmosphere.
The air is filled with the aroma of expensive cedar, the charred fragrance of top-quality steaks, and the mellow scent of vintage red wine.
Qi Shang sat in the curved sofa seat with the best view.
He was wearing a dark grey velvet casual suit that looked casual but was actually extremely well-tailored, with a high-necked cashmere sweater of the same colour underneath. His already cold white skin looked like jade under the dim blue light.
A few strands of silver-gray hair casually fell in front of his smooth and full forehead. The hair color seemed to be dyed by moonlight, forming a strange contrast with the luxurious dark tones around it.
His facial features are masterpieces carefully carved by the Creator. The deep eye sockets, high nose bridge, and thin and graceful lip line combine to form an extremely aggressive and gender-transcending handsomeness.
However, what was most striking was his eyes.
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