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

Gu Yan looked at Fu Wanqing's crescent-shaped eyes, nodded, and pretended to be helpless.

"Fine, I've already signed it, what else can I do? I accept it, from now on you're my bodyguard."

His tone sounded like he had resigned himself to his fate, as if he had been forced to accept reality.

But Fu Wanqing didn't know that Gu Yan was thinking something completely different; she was not going to agree to anything.

Anyway, I can find a chance to get rid of her later. A lifelong contract isn't a leech; you can wash it off if you can't tear it off.

When Gu Yan wanted to run away, no one could stop him—not Lin Jinyu, and certainly not Fu Wanqing.

He could escape from the Pei family and slip away right under Lin Jinyu's nose, so why would he be afraid of Fu Wanqing?

Fu Wanqing was unaware of his inner thoughts; she simply smiled at him, her amber eyes sparkling.

"That's more like it. Don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble. I'm pretty good at fighting."

"Besides, I'm really good at fighting. You won't be at a disadvantage if you take me along. From now on, I'll handle the fighting, and you can just sit back and relax."

As she spoke, she patted her not-so-broad chest, the soft contours trembling slightly.

Gu Yan looked away, her lips twitched, but she didn't reply. Instead, she turned to look at her grandfather.

"Grandpa, I'm leaving now. I'll come see you again tomorrow. You should rest well and listen to the doctor."

Grandpa Gu Tan waved his hand, a smile on his face, his eyes darting between Gu Yan and Fu Wanqing.

"Go on, go on, don't delay important matters. Wanqing, I'm entrusting Xiaoyan to you. Don't let him run around."

Fu Wanqing nodded quickly, her voice crisp and clear, like the song of a lark, sweet and bright.

"Grandpa, don't worry, I will take good care of Master Gu. I won't let him lose a single hair. He can't run away."

Grandpa laughed even harder, leaned back on the pillow, closed his eyes, and still had a smile on his lips.

Gu Yan stood up, took one last look at her grandfather, and silently said in her heart, "Grandpa, wait for me."

He turned and walked out, taking long strides. Fu Wanqing followed behind him, her steps light as a little rabbit.

Zhao Tiegu was still standing in the corridor, arms crossed, eyes half-closed, like a statue.

Seeing the two people come out, he opened his eyes and said something expressionlessly.

"Let's go, the car is downstairs, Chen Sinian is already waiting, he's very anxious."

As the car drove out of the hospital, it was almost evening, and the setting sun had turned the horizon a golden-red.

The entire city of Shanglu was bathed in golden light, and the streetlights lit up one by one, like stars falling to the ground.

Gu Yan leaned back in her seat, watching the street scene rushing past the window, pondering what to do next.

Fu Wanqing sat next to him, her fingers swiping across her phone screen, seemingly looking at something.

Zhao Tiegu sat in the passenger seat, still not saying a word, like a breathing sculpture.

The car turned onto a wide avenue, lined with old-style Western-style houses on both sides, with red walls, gray tiles, and shady green trees.

Each building is old, with the ivy on the walls growing densely, like a green waterfall.

When they arrived at the Chen family's residence, two rows of servants in black uniforms stood at the entrance, their backs ramrod straight and motionless.

A middle-aged man stood at the front, wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit and a tie that was tied meticulously.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses, and his eyes behind the lenses were bright, conveying a sense of shrewdness and composure.

Chen Sinian, the head of the Chen family in Shanglu, and Cecilia's father.

He looked to be in his forties, with neatly combed hair and a gentle smile on his face.

But the urgency in those eyes couldn't be hidden; it was as if they were waiting for someone to save their life.

As soon as Gu Yan got out of the car, Chen Sinian came to greet her, taking quick and long strides, his leather shoes making a crisp sound on the ground.

He held Gu Yan's hands tightly, as if afraid he would run away.

"Master Gu, you've finally arrived! I've been waiting for you for so long, since this morning."

"You must be tired from your journey. Would you like to have some water and rest for a bit? I've had some tea and snacks prepared."

His voice was warm and polite, but Gu Yan could tell that beneath that warmth lay barely suppressed anxiety.

Gu Yan looked at the old fox, her face expressionless, and simply nodded.

"Mr. Chen, you're too kind. I'm not tired. Let's go see Cecilia first. There's no rush to eat."

Chen Sinian nodded quickly, but his gaze shifted to Fu Wanqing behind Gu Yan, and his smile remained unchanged.

He sized Fu Wanqing up and down, a hint of hostility flashing in his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

That hostility wasn't directed at Fu Wanqing as a person, but at anyone who stood between Gu Yan and his daughter.

"Master Gu, who is this... I've never seen her before, is she the daughter of someone important?"

His tone was still gentle, but that gentleness was polite, not genuine, and carried a hint of probing.

Gu Yan opened her mouth, about to say, "This is Miss Fu," but before she could speak, her mouth was covered.

Fu Wanqing reached out and covered his mouth. Her strength was not great, but her movements were quick, and her palm was soft and warm.

"I'm his bodyguard, my surname is Fu, you can just call me Xiao Fu, no need to be so polite."

After she finished speaking, she winked at Gu Yan, her amber eyes filled with a hint of cunning and smugness.

Gu Yan was stunned for a moment, then realized that Fu Wanqing was trying to save him trouble.

The Fu family has not yet publicly revealed that the Marquis of Wu'an is a fake daughter, and only a small circle knows that the real daughter has been found.

If he said that this was the eldest daughter of the Fu family, Chen Sinian would definitely overthink it, and there might even be some gossip.

Fu Wanqing's claim of being a bodyguard actually saved her a lot of trouble and prevented Chen Sinian from becoming suspicious.

Gu Yan nodded without saying anything, which was taken as tacit agreement, and Fu Wanqing then released her hand.

Chen Sinian glanced at Fu Wanqing, then at Gu Yan, and didn't dwell on the topic any further.

He turned and walked inside, his steps quick and hurried, his gold-rimmed glasses reflecting the sunlight.

His lips moved slightly, as if he were saying something to himself, but his voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

He thought to himself, if he doesn't seize this opportunity, it will be gone forever, truly gone, never to return.

His daughter has been in a coma for several days, and he really doesn't know what to do if this continues.

A profound sense of heaviness welled up in his heart, as if he were making a final stand against fate.

After taking a few steps, he turned back to look at Gu Yan, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions and resentment.

He couldn't help but wonder why his daughter's condition was stable when Master Gu was around, but deteriorated as soon as he left.

Could it be that Master Gu's abilities are truly special, or has the daughter developed a dependence on him?

But he didn't say it aloud; he just sighed softly, shook his head, and pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.