The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

Lin Qingdeng chose to leave the inn.

Ye Fuguang had already decided to kill her.

Although he was temporarily threatened, given his temperament and methods, it was impossible for him to be controlled by others for a long time.

If she stays, it will be like asking a tiger for its skin, and she could lose her life at any moment.

It would be better to leave early and give them plenty of time to spend together; maybe then the first task can be completed.

She then went to find her third target, Yue Wuhen.

It's just a pity.

Before leaving, Lin Qingdeng took one last look at the inn.

If Manager Wen falls into the hands of someone like Ye Fuguang, he will probably be completely exploited.

Don't worry, she will take him away when the time is right.

She suppressed the indescribable bitterness in her heart, turned around and disappeared into the morning mist without looking back.

The next day, Wen Yubai found a letter in Lin Qing's room.

The letter said that she had a family emergency and needed to leave immediately.

Thank you for your patronage over the past few days. Please take good care of yourself.

Wen Yubai felt puzzled and uneasy about his sudden departure.

But the room was very tidy, it didn't look like it had been kidnapped.

He checked the inn inside and out, but found nothing amiss.

"What's wrong?"

Ye Fuguang's voice came from behind.

"Miss Lin has left."

Ye Fuguang raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips.

They're quite sensible, leaving so quickly.

But seeing Wen Yubai's worried expression, a nameless anger surged up again.

"What, you can't bear to part with her?"

Wen Yubai glanced at her strangely.

"I just felt her departure was suspicious, and I was worried that she might have run into trouble."

"oh."

Ye Fuguang was even more annoyed. This explanation clearly showed that he cared more about the woman.

Unable to find Lin Qing's whereabouts, Wen Yubai had no choice but to give up.

He and "Fu Xi" continued to run the inn.

Once he realized his feelings for Wen Yubai, Ye Fuguang could no longer take his eyes off him.

Wen Yubai's slightly furrowed brows while calculating accounts, his smiling eyes while greeting guests, and the skin exposed while working all made his mind wander.

He was eager to express his feelings, but didn't know how to begin.

Despite several subtle hints, Wen Yubai made it clear that she had no interest in the man.

This made Ye Fuguang even more anxious.

One day at noon, a stranger who looked like a merchant arrived. After a hearty meal, he insisted on chatting and drinking with Ye Fuguang.

Ye Fuguang lifted his eyelids, his gaze as cold as if he were looking at a dead person, and suppressed the urge to twist the other person's head off, lowering his eyes.

Three, two, one.

The sound of the abacus on the other side of the counter stopped.

Seeing that Fu Xi was being bothered by someone else again, Wen Yubai put down the account book.

With a friendly smile on his face, he skillfully went over to defuse the situation and told her to go to the kitchen to check on the heat of the stewing soup.

Ye Fuguang followed his instructions and walked towards the kitchen. As he turned around, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

The murderous intent in his heart had been overshadowed by a hint of sweetness.

He really does care about me.

Feeling humiliated, the guest started shouting, his breath reeking of alcohol.

"Innkeeper, that's not fair of you! I've traveled all over the country, and every inn has its guests ready to serve me. Why are you making excuses for not having a drink here? Do you think I'm broke?"

As he spoke, he took out a silver note and slammed it on the table.

Wen Yubai's smile remained unchanged, but his eyes softened slightly as he glanced at the silver notes that had been pressed down.

"You flatter me, sir."

Instead of taking the wine that the guest had poured, he casually picked up a new glass and poured the wine.

"This toast is to you, as an apology."

After saying that, he tilted his head back, held the cup to his lips, and took a small sip.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, giving the impression that he had finished drinking.

He subtly kicked the leg of the stool next to him with his left foot.

The stool fell over with a sound, and the guest glanced at it instinctively.

Taking advantage of the break, Wen Yubai splashed the wine onto the green plants beside him.

When the guest turned around, he saw that Wen Yubai's cup was empty and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

"Excellent! The shopkeeper has a great capacity for alcohol."

As evening approached, Wen Yubai felt sleepy and yawned several times.

He mustered his strength and closed the shop early, quickly washed up, and went to bed.

After a while.

In a half-dreaming, half-awake state, he vaguely sensed someone approaching.

The person leaned down, very close, close enough to feel their warm breath brushing against his cheek.

But there was no malice intended.

Is it Fu Xi...?

Then that aura suddenly disappeared.

A very soft sigh, tinged with struggle, reached his ears.

With no further movement from the outside world, Wen Yubai's nerves relaxed, and he gradually drifted off to sleep.

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Ye Fuguang sat by the couch, gazing at him with an almost greedy look.

Just before his fingertips touched his cheek, he withdrew them.

I want to touch him.

Let him absorb your scent.

But that won't work.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he forcefully suppressed the surging desire.

"How can your alcohol tolerance be so low? And you're even trying to block drinks for others, really..."

Ye Fuguang murmured to himself.

Seeing that Wen Yubai was sleeping restlessly, Ye Fuguang suddenly remembered that he always loved cleanliness.

I didn't see him take a shower today; he must have been drunk and went to sleep without showering.

Then he'll reluctantly lend a hand.

I was just helping him clean up; it wasn't overstepping my bounds.

This thought made Ye Fuguang's heart leap with uncontrollable joy.

Just imagining his hand being able to legitimately touch him sent a shiver down his spine, a mixture of guilt and excitement.

With a feeling of both reverence and blasphemy, he strode quickly toward the backyard.

Just as Ye Fuguang was fetching water, a loud noise came from the front hall.

He hurriedly went out to see what was happening, and saw several burly men smashing open the inn's door.

The group of people in the lead looked somewhat familiar.

"Young lady, our fate is truly extraordinary."

These people stared at him with disgust.

Ye Fuguang looked at several familiar faces; they were the same thugs who had failed to harass him that day.

I didn't expect them to dare come back again.

Ye Fuguang's eyes suddenly turned cold, but he didn't want to wake Wen Yubai upstairs.

Ye Fuguang lowered his voice, "Get out!"

Those men laughed heartily, seemingly emboldened.

"Young lady, you can't escape this time."

"Your good shopkeeper has been given a muscle-relaxing drug. Even if he wakes up, he'll be a lump of mud. Even if the King of Heaven himself came, he couldn't save you!"

The merchant-looking man next to him said with a fawning smile, "Brother, it's his own fault for being so blind. If we had known he would fall for it so easily, we should have just given him the Soul-Severing Powder."

Did they drug him?

How dare they touch him?!

The words "muscle softening powder" instantly extinguished Ye Fuguang's rationality, and bloodlust spread across his eyes.

There were no warnings, no unnecessary actions.

Their moves are ruthless and cunning, targeting vital points.

He snapped the neck of the nearest man with his bare hands, snatched the man's knife, and cleaved open the chest of another man.

Blood splattered on his clothes, but he didn't even blink.

One of the thugs was so frightened that he knelt down and begged for mercy.

He stomped on the other man's kneecap, crushing it, and the blade sliced ​​across his throat.

In just a few breaths, the once arrogant burly men all fell into pools of blood.

The clamor returned to deathly silence.

Ye Fuguang wanted to contact his subordinates to clean up the mess, but a soft call, tinged with sleepiness and surprise, came from the stairwell.

"Fu Xi?"

Ye Fuguang felt as if his blood had frozen.

He turned around stiffly.

Wen Yubai stood on the stairs, his eyes meeting a scene of utter chaos.

Fu Xi, who usually struggled to even lift a bucket of water, stood amidst the scattered corpses.

His plain clothes were splattered with dark red floral patterns, and he held a long sword dripping with blood in his hand.

It is unknown which dead person it was taken from.

Wen Yubai swallowed the words "Are you alright?" that he hadn't yet uttered, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Who exactly are you?"

The two locked eyes.

Ye Fuguang looked into his eyes and saw surprise, scrutiny, and a hint of worry.

But there was no fear.

He was secretly delighted; in just a few moments, he had already come up with several excuses.

But is he really going to lie to him?

Is this what he wants?

He threw down his sword, making a crisp sound.

Ye Fuguang took a step forward.

Like a prisoner awaiting trial, she clearly met Wen Yubai's gaze.

Carefully, she restored her original tone of voice, carrying a humility that even she herself was unfamiliar with.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you."

"Who are you?"

"I am……"

He paused, then confessed, word by word.

"Ye Fu Guang."

He held his breath, waiting for the expected fear, screams, or disgust to drive him away.

However, there was nothing there.

The shock in Wen Yubai's eyes receded like a receding tide.

Instead, there was a kind of indifference and coldness that made Ye Fuguang uneasy.

"You can leave now."

There was no questioning, no anger.

These three simple words signify a decision to sever all ties with him.

This made Ye Fuguang feel more desperate than any violent reaction.