I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

Sir Anthony crouched behind the flowers, shrinking himself into the size of a quail.

He didn't think he was stupid.

This situation is best left to Master Gu to handle.

What is this old British man doing getting involved in some kind of Eastern battleground?

But then again...

Anthony peered through the gaps in the leaves at the sickly boy being held tightly by a blonde beauty not far away, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Master Gu looks so refined and polite, I never expected that he would provoke two people at the same time.

Moreover, one of them is the daughter of the Chen family, an S-level superhuman, and ranked among the top nine in the world's combat power rankings.

One is a mafia heiress, ranked sixteenth on the world's combat power list.

Any one of them could make the old European aristocracy tremble.

Master Gu, on the other hand, flirted with both of them.

Isn't this easy to mess up?

Anthony touched his still throbbing cheek, recalling the chilling look in Ms. Lin's golden eyes when she saw him post the photos without permission a few days ago.

He was then politely asked to leave the Chen family home, and at a corner without surveillance cameras, he was given a friendly conversation for half an hour by two expressionless men in black.

He had prepared himself mentally for the day he was to meet Lin Jinyu.

"Master Anthony".

A slow, gentle voice, tinged with a warm smile, drifted from ahead.

Anthony stiffened.

"You are a world-renowned photography master with extensive knowledge."

Gu Yan looked at the flower bushes where he was hiding, a forced smile on her face, "Regarding the question of who is prettier, Cecilia or Sister Lin, I'm sure you have some very insightful opinions."

"How about... you give your opinion?"

Anthony: "..."

He remembered that he had no grudge against Master Gu!

Wasn't it just that I took photos of you and Ms. Chen last time and casually submitted them to the cover of Time magazine?

Wasn't that for the sake of art?

Is it really necessary to hold a grudge like that?!

They felt Lin Jinyu's slightly cold, golden gaze sweep over them like a searchlight.

Anthony sprang up from the flower bushes with a swift movement, unlike a gentleman in his sixties.

"Miss Lin!"

He rushed to the two of them, his face beaming with a sincere, genuine, and absolutely unadulterated fawning smile. "This question is very simple!"

"Of course, the photos of you and Master Gu are better."

"A match made in heaven".

"A perfect couple."

"Unparalleled in the world!"

He paused, then added to make his point: "Miss Chen's is nothing compared to yours."

"Absolutely not!"

Looking at his face, Gu Yan was at a loss for words.

Doesn't Yilin magazine say that foreigners are clueless about social etiquette and are straightforward and honest?

How come this straightforward and honest British knight is even more adept at flattery than the old fox Chen Sinian?

Lin Jinyu was clearly in a great mood after hearing Anthony's answer.

She slightly raised her chin, her golden eyes sparkling with laughter, but she said...

"Yeah?"

"It's not as good as Mr. Anthony described..."

She changed the subject, looking at Gu Yan again with a sweet smile:

"Xiao Yan, you still haven't answered me."

"Who looks better in a photo with you, that white-haired bitch or me?"

Again.

Gu Yan took a deep breath.

This question is practically a death trap.

When someone said Cecilia was pretty, Lin Jinyu exploded on the spot.

Is Lin Jinyu pretty?

To be honest, he felt they were evenly matched.

"Right now, Sister Lin is definitely prettier."

He thought about it seriously for two seconds, looked into Lin Jinyu's eyes, and spoke sincerely.

Lin Jinyu blinked: "Now?"

"Um."

Gu Yan nodded, "Because you're smiling so brightly in front of me right now."

Whether a photo is good or not depends mainly on your mood when taking the picture.

"Your photos are best taken when you're happy."

Lin Jinyu was stunned for a moment, then the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up.

She tried to suppress it, but couldn't.

"That……"

Her voice softened, tinged with a tentative, cautious tone, "What if not now?"

"Between me and that white-haired bitch, who's prettier?"

Gu Yan did not answer immediately.

He was silent for a few seconds, then looked intently into Lin Jinyu's golden eyes.

The girl felt a little nervous under that gaze and unconsciously clenched her fists.

"Jinyu".

Gu Yan didn't call her Sister Lin, but addressed her by her given name.

Cecilia is my friend.

"She has never intentionally hurt you, nor has she ever done anything to wrong you."

"There's no irreconcilable feud between you two, is there?"

"Why do you have to keep calling her that...?"

He paused, his voice gentle yet earnest.

The smile on Lin Jinyu's face slowly disappeared.

Her eyelashes trembled, and her voice lowered, filled with suppressed grievance and resentment.

"Because she has no shame...she seduced Xiao Yan."

Gu Yan shook her head.

He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips gently touching Lin Jinyu's forehead.

In that instant, a faint, almost imperceptible, iridescent light appeared deep within his eyes.

The Eyes of Emotion.

A stinging pain spread from deep within my eyeballs, like being pricked by fine needles.

But he did not stop.

"I won't like Cecilia."

His voice was soft, yet exceptionally clear: "I just think she's a very pitiful girl."

This is the truth.

"She is my friend."

That's all.

He lowered his hand, his eyes gleaming with iridescent light.

He looked at Lin Jinyu.

"Jinyu, you're so beautiful, why did you say such unpleasant things?"

I don't like it when people keep swearing.

Lin Jinyu was stunned.

She lowered her head, her golden eyelashes drooping down and obscuring her eyes.

Sir Anthony watched in stunned silence.

My God.

In this situation, with this problem, any Englishman would most likely apologize.

Master Gu, on the other hand, not only caught the question but also turned the tables and gave the other party a good talking-to.

Moreover, Miss Lin did not get angry on the spot.

What's this called?

Is this the legendary Eastern wisdom?

Master Gu is the kind of special talent that our British Empire should recruit!

If it weren't for his limited Chinese proficiency, he would have used a "WTF" to express his respect.

Unfortunately, all he could do was say "Oh God, my God, oh my god" three times in a row.

……

The silence lasted for a long time.

In Gu Yan's eyes, the inner castle that belonged to Lin Jinyu was now filled with a blue sadness that spread like a tide, almost completely covering the original fiery gold.

He sighed softly.

"Jinyu".

He said, "We haven't finished exploring the flower field yet."

Let's keep going.

He was about to turn around.

"Xiao Yan."

Lin Jinyu suddenly raised her head.

Her eyes were a little red, but she didn't cry.

In those golden eyes, there was sadness, resentment, resentment, and stubbornness...

A mix of emotions surged and churned, finally settling into a kind of almost desperate, cautious anticipation.

"I believe you don't like Cecilia."

"And what about me... really..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, as soft as starlight petals falling into a lake.

"Really, not even the slightest bit...do you like me?"

A night breeze rustled through the flowers, and silvery-blue fireflies flowed silently between the two of them.

Sir Anthony held his breath and silently raised his camera.

This time it wasn't for art; it was purely the burning of humanity's instinctive gossip.

Gu Yan stood there, looking into the girl's golden eyes, which were filled with expectation and unease.

He remained silent for the time being.

The wind was gentle, the flowers were fragrant, and the entire starry sky was reflected in the girl's eyes.

And in the center of the Milky Way, there was that slender boy.