An Yun looked at the girl's sleeping face repeatedly, but couldn't see anything dangerous. However, Wei Zhaoye's expression clearly showed a tense feeling, as if facing a formidable enemy.
He tentatively asked, "Master, did this girl do anything to hurt you?"
Wei Zhaoye pursed his thin lips even tighter, shook his head, took the phone back, and after a moment of silence, he said, "She discovered my secret, but I don't want to kill her."
This discovery irritated him, and he frowned even more deeply: "She's close to me, and things are going to get weird here."
Wei Zhaoye pointed to his chest.
An Yun's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly examined Wei Zhaoye's body but found nothing wrong.
“Master, if you can’t do it yourself, I’ll take care of this girl for you.” An Yun’s eyes turned sinister, and his pupils turned blood red in an instant.
Wei Zhaoye didn't speak. He took the medicine bottle and gave An Yun a cold glance: "She's my person, don't touch her!"
An Yun stared wide-eyed in astonishment: "..."
Wei Zhaoye pursed his thin lips into a straight line, took the medicine, and after a long while, frowned and said, "Forget it, you wouldn't understand even if I told you."
An Yun struggled to focus his unfocused pupils, but before he could ask any more questions, Wei Zhaoye left the clinic with a tense expression.
Not knowing the reason for his irritability from An Yun, Wei Zhaoye felt somewhat lost and anxious, radiating a low-pressure atmosphere. Although Uncle Deng was already used to his young master's cold and taciturn demeanor, he still instinctively felt fear when Wei Zhaoye was in such a bad mood.
They sped all the way back to the Wei family home. It wasn't until Wei Zhaoye got out of the car that Uncle Deng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, trembling.
After finishing making dinner and cleaning up, Song Ma left.
Wei Zhaoye changed his shoes and went upstairs. Jiang Han poked his head out from the door, his handsome face beaming with a smile. "Cousin, my mom is inviting Qin Xiaoxie to lunch tomorrow at the Imperial Capital Hotel. Are you coming?"
Wei Zhaoye paused in his action of opening the door: "I'm not going."
"Okay," Jiang Han happily closed the door.
Wei Zhaoye: "..."
Feeling somewhat irritated after taking a shower, Wei Zhaoye lay on the bed, turned on his phone, and entered the game interface. Sure enough, the two were playing games together.
He frowned, tapping the screen lightly with his finger, waiting for their game to end.
Wei Zhaoye felt like he'd really gone crazy lately. He'd inexplicably downloaded this game, inexplicably started looking up strategies to rank up, and inexplicably the girl's image kept popping into his mind...
After waiting for about ten minutes, the game over there ended.
Then, it opened again.
Wei Zhaoye's face was dark and gloomy, and he had an urge to kill someone. He threw his phone on the bed, took a cup and left the bedroom. After getting water, he did not return to the bedroom, but went up to the third floor expressionlessly.
The third floor of the Wei family's main residence is a restricted area; no one except Wei Zhaoye himself is allowed to enter.
Pushing open the door to a room, Wei Zhaoye clicked a few times on the mouse, and suddenly the scene inside Jiang Han's bedroom was projected onto the screen.
The boy leaned against the cushion, grinning from ear to ear: "Qin Xiaoxie, I have good news for you. My mom just called and said she's going to treat you to dinner tomorrow."
Bi Xie gave a lazy "oh," asked about the time and place, and then said warily, "Auntie is too kind. You don't really think I'm your girlfriend, do you? You should explain yourself to Auntie!"
Jiang Han scoffed, "Qin Xiaoxie, I'm the school's most handsome guy. Is it beneath you to date me? My brother is already 25. Don't tell me you like an old man like my brother?"
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