It's just a toy, why would you care if it breaks?

Just as Nan Yan was dozing off, she suddenly heard the lock on the iron gate turn, and with a "click," the gate was pushed open.

The security guard, known as Brother Li, walked in, carrying a baton.

"Kid, I have something to tell you." Brother Li squatted down and threatened, "When you see that gentleman who's looking for you later, don't say anything you shouldn't. If you dare utter a single extra word, I'll break your legs."

Nan Yan nodded frantically in fright, her lips moved but no sound came out.

"Come on, come with me." Brother Li stood up and pulled Nan Yan's arm to the door.

Nan Yan staggered to catch up, her wrist aching from the pulling, but she dared not struggle.

The lights in the corridor were brighter than those in the storage room, making Nan Yan squint.

He was pulled by Brother Li through several doors to a well-decorated room with a sign that read "VIP Reception Room" hanging on the door.

As soon as Nan Yan entered, she saw that familiar figure.

Wei Xun, dressed in a sharp black suit, sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and a cold expression.

Standing next to him was a woman in business attire, his assistant Qinglin.

Director Wang and several security guards stood respectfully to the side, their faces beaming with smiles.

Upon seeing the man who was about to "hunt" her, Nan Yan's heart clenched, and she lowered her head in fear.

"Mr. Wei, is this the man you're looking for?" Director Wang asked ingratiatingly, pointing at Nan Yan.

Wei Xun's gaze fell on Nan Yan, his brows furrowing even more: "Why do you smell so bad after just one day?"

Nan Yan's face flushed red instantly, then turned deathly pale.

He could feel everyone's eyes on him, and a wave of shame washed over him, almost bringing tears to his eyes.

He wanted to explain that it was from cleaning up the drunkard's vomit, but then he remembered Brother Li's warning and could only bury his head even lower.

"Mr. Wei, the car is ready outside," Qinglin whispered a reminder.

Wei Xun stood up, no longer looking at Nan Yan, and walked straight towards the door: "Take her away."

Brother Li and Director Wang quickly agreed, giving Nan Yan a push: "Hurry up and follow Mr. Wei."

Nan Yan staggered after Wei Xun, walked out of the VIP reception room, and arrived at the hotel entrance.

A black sedan was parked there. Qinglin opened the back door, and Wei Xun got in first.

Nan Yan hesitated for a moment, unsure of where to sit.

Seeing Qinglin get into the passenger seat, Nanyan had no choice but to carefully climb into the back seat.

He tried to stay as far away from Wei Xun as possible, in the corner, afraid that his scent would displease him.

The train doors closed, and the carriage fell silent.

The driver started the car and drove towards the hotel.

Nan Yan kept his head down, and could feel Wei Xun's gaze occasionally falling on him, each time making him tense all over.

He dared not look up, only staring at his knees, his fingers unconsciously picking at the stains on the fabric.

Wei Xun leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes to rest, and remained silent.

Nan Yan didn't know why Wei Xun would come looking for him, even though he had clearly told him not to show up again.

Is he playing a "hunting game"? But Wei Xun doesn't seem to be enjoying the game at all.

The car drove for about half an hour before stopping in front of the Haishi Platinum Hotel.

Wei Xun got out of the car first, and Nan Yan quickly followed.

As he entered the hotel lobby, the staff greeted him respectfully, but Wei Xun kept his eyes straight ahead and headed straight for the elevator.

There were only the three of them in the elevator. The space was small, and Nan Yan could smell Wei Xun's cool scent more clearly, as well as feel the oppressive aura emanating from him.

He held his breath, trying to minimize his presence.

The elevator stopped at the top floor, the doors opened, and Wei Xun was the first to walk out and enter his presidential suite.

Nan Yan followed her inside, standing there nervously, at a loss for what to do.

Qinglin placed a bag on the cabinet by the door: "Mr. Wei, I've put the clothes you requested here."

After saying that, she tactfully withdrew and closed the door.

Only Wei Xun and Nan Yan remained in the room.

Wei Xun turned around, looked at the stiff-bodied Nan Yan, and said with disgust, "You're such a nuisance. I shouldn't have bought you in the first place."

Nan Yan's body trembled violently, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

But he bit his lip, trying hard not to let the tears fall.

Wei Xun frowned at his appearance and sighed, "I'm staying in Haishi for three more days. You can go wherever you want and do whatever you want during these three days. I don't care."

Nan Yan was stunned. She raised her tear-filled eyes and looked at Wei Xun with a puzzled expression.

"But there's one condition..." Wei Xun added, "You must come back to this room every night and stay with me. Understand?"

Wei Xun was worried that if the boy left him for more than three days, he would have to go to great lengths to find him, otherwise he would be captured by the "Thorn Rose Club". Therefore, he required him to come back to report every day.

But Nan Yan was unaware of Wei Xun's idea.

Nan Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately understood—Wei Xun still treated him like a toy, and every night he still had to fulfill the duties of a toy.

He took a deep breath and resignedly knelt down: "Understood, Master."

"Who told you to kneel?" Wei Xun's tone instantly turned cold, tinged with disgust. "Get up."

Nan Yan quickly stood up, still keeping her head down, not daring to look at him.

"Go take a shower, you stink." Wei Xun pointed to the bag by the door: "There are pajamas prepared for you inside. Go to bed early after you're done showering."

Nan Yan picked up the bag and whispered, "Thank you, Master."

Then, following the direction Wei Xun pointed, he saw a small bedroom next to him with a bathroom inside, so he went in.

The bathroom is spacious and has a bathtub and shower.

Nan Yan opened the bag, inside was a set of light blue pure cotton pajamas, the size was just right.

He first turned on the hot water, then soaked himself in the bathtub, scrubbing vigorously to remove the dirt and odor from his body.

He washed himself very carefully, especially the areas that those people had touched before, scrubbing them repeatedly until his skin turned red, before he felt a little more at ease.

The hot water stung his wounds, but he paid no attention to it.

After a long bath, Nan Yan finally got out of the bathtub, dried herself off, and put on her pajamas.

The pajamas are very soft and feel comfortable against the skin.

He looked at himself in the mirror; his hair was wet, his cheeks were flushed, and the red marks on his wrists were still clearly visible.

He didn't know where Wei Xun wanted him to sleep. There was a small bed in the second bedroom, but he wasn't sure if he could sleep there.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally pushed open the door and walked towards the master bedroom.

The door to the master bedroom was not locked.

Nan Yan gently pushed the door open and saw that Wei Xun was already lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, and seemed not to be asleep yet.

He walked in cautiously and whispered, "I'm clean, master..."