Who moved her body?

When the nurse came in, she saw the white gauze in front of the window fall down. She walked to the window, pulled back the gauze, and was puzzled to see the window closed.

"The window was definitely closed."

Dr. Chen, wearing glasses, entered the bedroom. Another man in a white coat turned on the nightlight and, seeing the nurse looking out the window, asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. I just saw the white gauze move. Maybe the window wasn't closed properly and the wind blew in."

The nurse casually locked the window.

If the nurse peeked out, she would be lucky enough to see Guan Jie right next to the window, leaning against the wall, one hand gripping the drainpipe by the window and the other pressing against the wall to keep his balance.

Fortunately, the nurse didn't stick her head out.

Guan Jie's previous complicated feelings were jolted awake by a cold sweat. He gently slid down the pipe to the ground, and the moment his feet touched the ground, Guan Jie knew he had come back to life.

"Who's there? Don't move!"

The flashlight beam shone on Guan Jie, who raised his hands and slowly turned around.

"I am the young master's bodyguard."

The two people on the night shift looked at each other, as if exchanging opinions, and finally recognized Guan Jie.

"What are you doing in the garden at this hour instead of sleeping? Sneaking around like that."

Guan Jie put his index finger to his lips. "Shh! Be careful that the young master doesn't hear you, or you'll be in big trouble."

The two exchanged another glance, then moved closer to Guan Jie.

"Young Master went out to play. We just got back, and I'm parking the car for him." Guan Jie took out his car keys and waved them in front of the two of them, saying, "If anyone finds out about this and tells the boss, Young Master will definitely not let you off the hook. You'll probably end up doing all this for nothing."

"We didn't see anything, we didn't meet anyone, we don't know anything." One of them quickly nudged the person next to him with his elbow and said, "Right?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Everything is normal." The young security guard quickly assured him, startled.

"Alright, I've got my eye on you two. If anyone mentions this, don't blame me for telling Young Master Biao about you."

Guan Jie stuffed the car keys into his pocket, pushed open the back door, and went inside.

"Are you really not going to tell Dr. Chen that the young master went out to play? We'll be in big trouble if Dr. Chen finds out." The young security guard said nervously.

"How could Dr. Chen know if you didn't tell him? Besides, if Dr. Chen knew, he would definitely tell the boss about Young Master Biao going out to play. If the boss blames him, Young Master Biao will naturally know that we were the ones who told him. Think about it, who will take the blame then? It will be the two of us."

"That's right, Zhao Ren will definitely tell Young Master tonight."

"That's right. The young master is the boss's cousin, so at worst he'll just get a scolding. But what about us? Have you forgotten how the young master got his nickname?"

"My goodness, how could I forget?" The young security guard's voice trembled as he said, "Yes, we didn't encounter any of them tonight."

After the two left, Guan Jie breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that having a good reputation isn't always a bad thing. Guan Jie smiled.

……

I had a series of dreams all night.

Guan Jie was startled awake by Mu Gua's knocking on the door. He sat up abruptly, startling Mu Gua so much that she almost fell to the ground.

"You scared me to death! Are you fucking okay?"

Guan Jie turned his head and was startled to see his ashen face in the mirror.

Papaya drew back the curtains, and the sky outside looked as if it had been smoked, a hazy and unpleasant gray.

"What time is it?" Guan Jie asked, rubbing his eyes.

"It's almost five o'clock."

Guan Jie collapsed onto the pillow and pulled the blanket over his head.

"You came back so late last night, why are you up so early? You said you were exhausted, but I think you have plenty of energy."

Papaya chuckled a few times, pulled the blanket off Guan Jie's head, and said, "Do you know what I'm going to do?"

"What's wrong?"

"We went out last night, and although we evaded security, there are still surveillance cameras..."

Guan Jie sat up abruptly, slapped his forehead, and exclaimed, "Oh right, there are also security cameras!"

The surveillance cameras must have captured him escaping from Shanshan's room. If that video is discovered, let alone staying here any longer, Xu Haiyang would probably be the first person to kill him.

What to do? The most urgent thing is to get out of here as soon as possible; as long as we get out, we can save our lives.

But what about Shanshan?

If she is Song Xiaoxian, he cannot leave like this; if she is not Song Xiaoxian… no, he must find out.

Mugua burst into laughter at Guan Jie's panicked expression.

"The boss just suddenly thought of it, so he woke me up early this morning to go to the monitoring room and delete last night's surveillance footage."

"Deleted?"

"Yeah, deleted it. Who dares to disobey the boss?"

"What time does the video take place?" A faint hope welled up in Guan Jie's heart.

"I deleted everything from last night until just now." Papaya waved her arm and said, "The boss said if you're going to delete, delete as much as possible. Just deleting the videos of us leaving and coming in would be like protesting too much, wouldn't it? Everyone would know what time we left and came back, wouldn't they? Isn't the boss smart?"

Guan Jie almost hugged the papaya, nodding vigorously in praise, "He's not just smart, he's a sage!"

"Your flattery skills have improved, huh? Alright, I'm going back to sleep now." Papaya stood up, stretched, and said, "Oh right, I forgot about coming to see you. The boss said you need to wake up and meet with Dr. Chen to get the key to the main gate."

……

At 9:30, Guan Jie arrived on the second floor.

Dr. Chen's door was ajar, and Guan Jie knocked.

"Come in".

Guan Jie pushed open the door and entered. Dr. Chen was reading a report. On one side of the study was a temporary experimental table with some bottles and jars on it, and next to it was a refrigerator.

"Hello, Doctor. Young Master asked me to contact you and get a key to the main gate."

Dr. Chen put down the report, closed the folder, and glanced at Guan Jie.

There are security guards at the entrance.

"Yes. But the young master said he feels more at ease having the key himself, and he likes to be in control."

Dr. Chen looked at Guan Jie, who was respectful but not servile, which surprised Dr. Chen.

Is this the same weirdo who would fly into a rage over his 200-pound girlfriend?

If the person in front of you is, as the file states, an orphan who has practiced martial arts since childhood and has been imprisoned multiple times, then he must be a person with a volatile temper. Temperamental people from the lower classes often possess a captivating charm; their minds cannot control their tempers, and they act solely on their feelings.

Sometimes they are so humble that they are reduced to dust, being trampled on and even wiping the soles of other people's shoes, but at other times they are so fierce that they are vehemently attacking anyone, valuing their reputation more than their own mother, and throwing their lives to the back of their heads.

Before meeting Guan Jie, Dr. Chen thought Guan Jie was just a simple rectal animal.

Now Dr. Chen has to overturn his research conclusions on human nature and try to find inconsistencies in Guan Jie's characteristics.

Dr. Chen sized up Guan Jie.

He's handsome. His dashing and well-defined features are definitely not those of a person with a sleazy personality, nor do they belong to someone whose brain and anus are on the same straight line.

Those whose brains are merely for show, even if they have handsome faces, will have their vulgarity and inferiority revealed without any attempt to hide it. This is something that comes from their blood, and it will never disappear or change.

His physique is practically perfect. Having dissected countless human bodies, Dr. Chen can almost see through the skin beneath the clothes at a glance and conjure up a picture of muscles before his eyes. Guan Jie's slender and strong physique is not something that can be achieved through exercise alone; it requires years of self-discipline and self-control. Health is not bodybuilding, and strength is not just about creating a visually impressive muscle monster.

Dr. Chen took off his glasses and wiped them with a napkin.

"You're Zhao Ren, the one who rescued Young Master from the Butterfly Club?"