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

Fu Wanqing walked in carrying a tray, her face bearing that signature bright smile.

Her amber eyes curved into crescent moons, and her whole being shone like a small sun.

"Look what I brought you, fruit, cut up, it's very sweet."

"You should rest well after you finish eating. I'll make you some soup again tomorrow, this time with a different flavor."

Gu Yan looked at that beaming face and her lips twitched.

He wanted to say no, he wanted to say you should go back, he wanted to say I can manage on my own.

But when the words reached his lips, he couldn't utter a single one.

Because he knew that it would be useless to say anything; the old man had already made his decision.

He could only sigh, lean against the pillow, and resign himself to his fate.

Fu Wanqing glanced at Gu Yan, who was still leaning against the bed, her brows furrowed tightly.

She placed the fruit tray on the bedside table and went straight to the bed.

"Why are you still lying down? Get up, get up, let me help you."

As she spoke, she reached out and grabbed Gu Yan's arms with both hands, pulling her upwards.

Their movements were as fast as the wind, giving Gu Yan no time to react.

Gu Yan was pulled off the bed by her, and her back bones cracked.

He was stunned for a moment, and before he could fully react, Fu Wanqing had already steadied him.

"Are you feeling better? You look much healthier today than yesterday."

She looked him up and down, her amber eyes sparkling.

"It's time to get up and move around. Lying down all the time will rust your bones, and it will only get more and more uncomfortable."

"Come on, come with me for a walk. The Fu family estate is huge; there are so many places you haven't seen yet."

Her speech quickened again, coming at you like a barrage of bullets.

Gu Yan was speechless. To be honest, he wanted to lie down for a while longer.

The wounds on my body haven't fully healed yet, and although my eyes have stopped bleeding, they are still a little blurry.

My head wasn't fully clear, and my temples were still throbbing.

However, seeing Fu Wanqing's enthusiastic face, he swallowed his words of refusal.

This girl at least saved his life and dragged him out of the secret realm.

For this reason alone, it's not unreasonable to accompany her shopping; it won't kill anyone.

"Okay, let me put on my shoes." He nodded and bent down to find his shoes.

As he put on his shoes and stood up, he glanced at the clothes rack next to him.

The Demon-Suppressing Blade hung there, its scabbard gleaming with a cold, eerie light.

He reached out and took the knife down, hanging it on his waist. The blade was heavy, and it felt reassuring against his waist.

To be honest, the knife played a big part in the fact that he was able to hold out until the rescue arrived.

It's incredibly sharp; it doesn't even chip away at the armor of the Ironhide Clan.

More importantly, having the knife hanging on my waist gives me peace of mind and keeps me calm.

He patted the scabbard and turned to look at Fu Wanqing.

"Let's go, where should we go for a stroll?"

Fu Wanqing glanced at the knife at his waist, said nothing, and turned to walk out.

"Come on, come on, let me tell you, the Fu family home is so much fun, a hundred times more fun than where I used to live."

She walked ahead, her steps as light as a little rabbit's, her long pink hair swaying behind her.

"There is a very big garden with lots of flowers, red, purple, yellow and white, which I have never seen before."

"There's also a pond with fish in it, red, white, and spotted ones, they're so pretty."

"There's a small hill behind it. If you climb up, you can see the whole of Jinghai. I went there yesterday, and it was so beautiful."

She talked as she walked, her mouth never stopping, and the corridor was filled with her voice.

Gu Yan followed behind, the sword at her waist swaying gently with her steps, the scabbard making a soft sound as it touched her belt.

The corridor was long and wide, with calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls on both sides, and an antique-style lamp every few steps.

Occasionally, when servants passed by, they would stop and bow slightly upon seeing Fu Wanqing.

"Hello, Miss." The voices weren't loud, but everyone said it, as if they had rehearsed it.

Fu Wanqing would always nod with a smile, and sometimes she would even reply with a hello.

"Hi, the weather's nice today. Have you had breakfast yet?"

The maid paused for a moment, as if she hadn't expected to be asked such a question.

"I...I ate, thank you, Miss." Her tone was a little flustered, as if she were dealing with some big situation.

Fu Wanqing didn't mind and continued walking forward, talking about the flowers in the garden again.

Gu Yan followed behind, looking at the expressions of the servants, and felt a little strange.

When they said "Hello, Miss," their tone was a bit off.

It wasn't the kind of respect that came from the heart; it was more like a stiff rehearsal.

It felt like they were just completing a task or going through the motions; it just didn't feel natural.

The abruptness was obvious, as if someone was pointing a gun at them from behind and forcing them to shout.

But Fu Wanqing seemed completely oblivious, her smile unchanged.

She should smile, greet people, and chat casually.

It seemed that the attitude of the servants was completely unimportant to her.

It seemed she didn't care at all how they shouted; she was happy as long as they shouted.

Gu Yan frowned, said nothing, and continued walking.

Beyond the corridor lies a large courtyard with a bluestone path running through the middle.

Various flowers and plants were planted on both sides of the road, red, purple, yellow and white, blooming in a lively display.

An old gardener was squatting beside a flower bed, weeding carefully.

His fingers were very rough, with dirt under his fingernails; he looked like someone who had worked all his life.

Fu Wanqing stopped as she passed by and squatted down next to the old man.

"Grandpa, this flower is so pretty! What's it called?"

The old gardener looked up, saw it was Fu Wanqing, and his expression froze for a moment.

His hand froze in mid-air, and a chunk of mud fell from the shovel to the ground.

"Call me...call me Qiu Haitang, Miss." His voice was a little hoarse.

Fu Wanqing nodded, her amber eyes curving into crescents as she smiled sweetly.

"Begonia, that sounds beautiful. You planted it so well, thank you for your hard work."

The old gardener paused for a moment, his lips moved several times, and finally he managed to squeeze out only one sentence.

"It's no trouble at all, Miss, you're too kind." His voice trembled slightly.

Fu Wanqing stood up and continued walking forward, as if nothing had happened.

Gu Yan followed behind, glancing back at the old gardener.

The old man remained squatting in the same spot, his shovel motionless, his expression complex.

It's hard to describe what kind of expression it is; it's neither dislike nor like.

It seemed more like he was at a loss, unsure how to interact with this young lady.

It's like being suddenly thrown into an unfamiliar place, not knowing what to do with your hands and feet.

Gu Yan turned her head, the strange feeling in her heart growing stronger.

Beyond the courtyard lies a pond with clear water, through which you can see the stones and aquatic plants.

Fish swam around inside, red, white, and spotted, in groups.

They shimmered in the sunlight, like pieces of moving gems.

There was a small pavilion by the pond, and a middle-aged woman was sitting inside embroidering.

She was dressed in a plain-colored outfit, and her hair was styled in a neat updo.