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

Listen to the sounds coming from inside.

Yueyi remained silent.

Su Han was so angry he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

"It really is...very good."

Yue Yidao: "I thought it wouldn't be that fast."

Su Han got angry just looking at Yue Yi next to her.

"What good is it to bring me here? Just so I can stand here and listen?"

Yueyi said softly, "It's always sweeter for two people to suffer than for one person to suffer."

The two stood outside, and Yueyi slipped away before the commotion subsided.

Su Han dared to bet that Yue Wuhen wouldn't kill him.

Yueyi dared not gamble.

The door was pushed open with a "click".

Yue Wuhen emerged, his face covered by a mask again, his clothes impeccably dressed.

It was as if nothing had happened.

On the exposed skin were ambiguous marks, and the lips were excessively red.

Su Han hated herself for having such sharp eyes, seeing all of this so clearly.

Sarcastic remarks slipped out of his mouth.

"Why aren't you vomiting anymore? Is that strange illness that kept others away from you completely cured?"

Yue Wuhen paused, did not refute, and adjusted his collar.

Su Han stared at him. "You like him?"

Yue Wuhen avoided his sharp gaze and did not respond.

"We've known each other for thirteen years now."

Su Han suddenly smiled, the smile on his face but not reaching his eyes.

"Back then, the old landlord was suspicious and ruthless, and he suppressed you at every turn. I risked poisoning him and helped you set up a trap to get rid of him."

"Yue Wuhen, without me, you wouldn't be able to hold onto this position."

He took a step closer, his voice hoarse with a hint of pleading.

"Could you give him to me?"

Yue Wuhen remained silent for a moment.

"This matter is not up to me to decide."

"If he wanted to be with you, he wouldn't have stolen the keys and run away."

Su Han's breath hitched, and a ruthless glint appeared in his eyes.

Whether he wants to be with me or not is my business.

"But since you did this to him, there's no way he'll stay with you."

Yue Wuhen raised her eyes, and her gaze finally met his.

"Didn't you do it too?"

Su Han choked up.

That night, Yue Wuhen did not let go, nor did Su Han give up.

-

When Wen Yubai woke up the next day, he was in a daze for a long time.

Last night was like a ridiculous yet beautiful dream.

In his dream, he caressed a very beautiful face.

He still remembered the man's snow-white skin and the striking red mole.

The bed beneath her was clean and tidy, and there was no lingering warmth from another person beside her.

Only the marks on his body told him that this was not a dream.

Guilt and panic filled his heart.

Wen Yubai quickly washed up and changed his clothes before going to find the madam.

"Where did that girl go last night? I want to see her."

He did such a thing, and if the girl is willing, he wants to spend his life with her and take responsibility.

If she refuses, he will compensate her with his entire fortune.

Although he doesn't have much wealth yet.

The madam stammered and refused to reveal the girl's whereabouts.

She only said she wasn't a girl from the building; she didn't know anything else.

Wen Yubai felt a pang of panic in his chest.

He then paid extra attention to the people entering and leaving Yingchun Pavilion, hoping to meet that girl again.

They didn't encounter any girls, since not many female customers would visit brothels.

The original poster did come a few times, saying he wanted to hear a report on the progress of his task.

Wen Yubai didn't understand.

I'm just an ordinary undercover agent, why am I being randomly checked by the host?

In the end, it's just a few things.

Wen Yubai lowered his head and stated, only thinking that the poster must have been too idle lately.

Is it because Moon Shadow Studio's business has declined and they have nothing else to do?

Occasionally, I would glance up at the poster.

The mask covered most of her face, revealing only her jawline and lips.

As he looked, Wen Yubai suddenly froze.

It looks familiar.

"What's wrong?"

Yue Wuhen's voice rang out.

Wen Yubai quickly looked away.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about how to make the messages from the hidden agents travel faster, so as not to trouble the host to personally inquire about it."

Yue Wuhen remained silent.

After a while, Wen Yubai finally heard the host's praise.

"You're very responsible. Continue."

Wen Yubai continued his report, meticulously and methodically.

He lowered his head slightly, revealing a small section of fair skin on the back of his neck.

Yue Wuhen leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on Wen Yubai.

Her lips opened and closed, the color a pale pink, not as vibrant as before.

He couldn't hear what they were saying at all.

My mind is filled with memories of that night.

Warm skin, suppressed sobs, and unfocused eyes.

He plucked a flower and kissed it, watching it bloom in his palm.

Every nightmare that followed was replaced by this beautiful dream.

These days, Su Han tried to secretly visit Wen Yubai, but Wen Yubai secretly sent people to stop him.

Su Han left in a fit of anger and never appeared again.

The moon leaves no trace, and there are no regrets.

He couldn't bear to see this dream shattered.

"Master, is there anything else you need?"

Wen Yubai's voice pulled Yue Wuhen back to reality.

"Hmm, well done. Is there anything you want?"

Yue Wuhen's voice was devoid of emotion.

Wen Yubai raised his eyes, his cheeks slightly flushed, and hesitated for a moment, as if he had made up his mind.

He took out a folded piece of drawing paper from his bosom and presented it with both hands.

"I'm looking for a girl, and this is a portrait I had drawn from memory."

Yue Wuhen took it, unfolded it, and remained silent.

Wen Yubai looked at him nervously.

Finally, Yue Wuhen slowly handed the portrait back to him.

"We'll talk about this later. You can go now."

The flame of hope was extinguished.

Wen Yubai lowered his head. "Yes."

-

On this day, a generous young man arrived at Yingchun Pavilion. He was dressed in fine brocade robes and had a handsome face.

He booked the "Tianxiang" private room, but he was picky about all the girls he brought, and didn't like any of them.

"All of you, get out."

The young master waved his hand, walked out of the private room, and glanced around.

The madam was smiling obsequiously when she suddenly noticed the young man's eyes light up.

She raised her hand and pointed directly at Wen Yubai, who was passing by carrying an account book.

"Have him come and serve you."

The madam was taken aback, then quickly smiled and said, "Young master, this is our purchasing manager..."

"Stop talking nonsense."

The young master interrupted, taking out a silver note from his sleeve.

"He just came over to pour me a few drinks."

The madam's eyes flickered, and she felt a surge of desire.

"not enough?"

The young master then pulled out a few more bills.

The amount was considerable, and the madam swallowed hard, but her life was at stake.

That official is not a magnanimous person.

She gritted her teeth, about to refuse.

"It's alright, Aunt Li, I'll take care of it."

Wen Yubai glanced at the stack of silver notes, which amounted to a considerable sum, and gave the madam a reassuring look.

It's foolish not to make money when you can.

This frail young master was no match for him.

Wen Yubai followed the young master into the elegant room and gently closed the door.

The air inside the elegant room was filled with a subtle fragrance, and several delicate side dishes were already laid out on the table.

"Please have a seat, young master."

Wen Yubai walked to the table, picked up the silver chopsticks, and served the other person food.

With swift movements and eyes lowered, she carefully removed the tenderest belly meat from the steamed sea bass and placed it on a plate.

The young master blushed and patted the chair next to him. "Come sit down and have some with me."

Wen Yubai remained silent for a moment before sitting down opposite him.

The two sat facing each other across the table, and remained silent for a moment.

The young master took a sip of wine, his eyes darting around, and suddenly said, "This wine is no good. Go and tell them to get a bottle of ten-year-old Daughter's Red."

"OK."

Wen Yubai stood up, turned around and walked towards the door.

Just as the door was being opened.

A gust of wind rose behind me.

Without turning his head, Wen Yubai grabbed the other's wrist and twisted it gently.

"what!"

A soft cry of pain, like a woman's voice.

Wen Yubai loosened his grip slightly, turned around, and looked somewhat puzzled.

In that brief moment of hesitation, the young master had already switched the short stick to his left hand and struck Wen Yubai on the head.

"you!"

Wen Yubai's eyes flashed with anger, and he was about to teach her a lesson.

My head suddenly exploded with a dull pain, as if something had been forcibly pried open.

He groaned, loosened his grip, staggered a few steps, and nearly fell.

A pair of hands caught his arm just in time.

"Manager Wen!"