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

Now Fu Yunshu has also come to Shanglu. The old man is mobilizing the elite forces and troops of Shanglu. The entire Shanglu is in motion.

The streets were full of people in uniform, and military vehicles drove by one after another. The atmosphere was as tense as the calm before a storm.

She plans to personally lead a team into the Black Tide Secret Realm of the South China Sea to help Gu Yan find that rare life substance to prolong his life.

Chen Sinian could see Fu Yunshu's intentions; the old woman was showing Gu Yan through her actions that "the Fu family is your support."

But those are the Fu family's cards, not his Chen family's. His Chen family also needs to have its own cards; they can't rely on others for everything.

Gu Yan now lives in the Chen family's house, right next to his daughter's room, separated by a wall, just a few steps away.

This was his only chance. Gu Yan was at the Chen family's house, his daughter was beside him, and no one else was bothering him. There was no Lin family, no Pei family, and no Fu Wanqing.

No matter how powerful that old man Lin Zhenting is, it's all for naught if his daughter can't get out. The opportunity is in Chen Sinian's own hands.

He had to take action; he couldn't wait any longer. If he waited any longer, Cecilia might really never wake up again.

But he couldn't be as straightforward as Lin Zhenting. Chen Sinian had to act with dignity so that no one would gossip.

He wanted Gu Yan to stay willingly, not because she was forced or begged, but because she wanted to stay on her own.

Chen Sinian pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, the gold edges flashing under the light, his fingers as steady as a rock.

When Gu Yan groggily opened her eyes, sunlight was already streaming in through the gaps in the curtains, falling on the sheets like a golden ribbon.

He stared at the ceiling for a long time, his mind a jumbled mess, like a ball of yarn played with by a cat, impossible to untangle.

He thought a lot last night, tossing and turning until dawn before finally falling asleep, and then made a decision that even he was afraid of.

I don't have many years left to live anyway; that little time is pitifully short compared to other people's seventy or eighty-year lifespans.

Even if it's less, so be it. I'm going to die anyway, so I might as well do something useful before I die, so I don't live in vain.

In that time, everyone in this world will be able to live, Pei Yuran will be able to practice her sword properly, and Lin Jinyu will be able to control her emotions and stop going crazy.

If Cecilia can wake up, Grandpa can happily enjoy his old age without having to bury his child.

That's what he was thinking. He had carefully considered every word, but his fingers still trembled uncontrollably.

The trembling traveled from fingertips to palms, and from palms to arms, like autumn leaves being blown by the wind that just wouldn't stop.

After all, this is related to one's own life; it's not as simple as just throwing away an old piece of clothing or a piece of waste paper.

Every day less is a step closer to death; it feels like standing on the edge of a cliff, the rocks beneath your feet beginning to crumble.

Even though I had convinced myself to jump, my legs were still weak; my body was much more honest than my mind.

He took a deep breath, threw off the covers, rolled out of bed, and his bare feet shivered as they stepped onto the cold floor.

He went into the bathroom, turned on the tap, and cold water gushed onto his hands. He scooped up a handful and splashed it on his face.

Water droplets streamed down his cheeks, some clinging to his eyelashes, others dripping down his chin and onto the collar of his pajamas.

He looked at his pale face in the mirror, with faint blue circles under his eyes and bloodless lips.

After looking at it for several seconds, he reached out and wiped the water vapor off the mirror, then turned and walked out.

Next to the coffee machine was the can of coffee beans that Fu Wanqing had bought yesterday; the dark-roasted Colombian beans had a strong aroma.

He scooped two spoonfuls into the coffee grinder, and after a few quick rotations, the bitter taste of the powder began to spread in the air.

When the water boils, steam billows out of the kettle spout, white and fluffy. He places filter paper in the filter cup and pours in the coffee grounds.

The moment hot water is poured on, the coffee grounds expand, releasing tiny bubbles that surge like a volcano.

He sat at the table with a coffee cup in his hand, the black liquid steaming, the bitter aroma wafting up from the rim and into his nose.

I fried another egg; the oil sizzled in the pan, and the yolk lay perfectly in the middle like an eye.

I baked two slices of bread, cut them into triangles, and arranged them on a white porcelain plate, with a small piece of butter placed next to them to slowly melt.

He forked the egg and took a bite. The edges of the egg white were a little burnt, but the yolk was still runny.

The bread was baked to perfection, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, and the savory flavor spread in my mouth after being spread with butter.

The taste was so-so, but he forced himself to finish it all because he needed energy for what he was doing that day and couldn't go hungry.

The sound of the knife and fork hitting the plate was exceptionally clear in the quiet room, like the ticking of a clock urging him on.

He didn't notice Fu Wanqing when she pushed open the door and walked in; the coffee cup in his hand stopped at his lips.

She wore makeup today, and her long pink hair was draped over her shoulders with slightly curled ends, showing that she had put more effort into it than usual.

She was also wearing a light-colored slip dress, the hem of which was very short and swayed above her knees, revealing a section of her fair thighs.

The neckline was cut neither too high nor too low, just enough to reveal the collarbone and a small patch of skin on the chest, which shone brightly under the light.

However, her makeup skills were clearly lacking; the foundation was applied too thickly, making her neck and face appear as two different colors.

The eyeshadow I chose was a bright pink, which I applied all over my eyelids, making me look like I'd been punched twice or like I'd just been crying.

The blush was applied too heavily, making the cheeks appear as two red patches, like a doll in a New Year's painting or someone with high altitude redness.

The eyebrows were drawn unevenly, one high and one low, the left one curved and the right one straight, like two disobedient caterpillars.

She did choose the right lipstick color; the light pink matched her pink hair perfectly, and her lips looked moist and plump.

If you apply too much mascara, several eyelashes stick together like little brushes, making them flutter when you blink.

However, she was so naturally beautiful, with skin as white as porcelain and features so delicate they looked like they were painted on.

Her eyes were large and bright amber in color, her nose was high and delicate, and her lips were full and beautiful.

Even if her makeup is a mess, it can't hide her natural good looks; instead, it adds a touch of clumsy cuteness.

Like a little girl secretly wearing her mother's clothes, or a cat that spills paint but thinks it's painted very well.

Her gait in high heels was also somewhat unnatural, with her ankles slightly turned outwards like a clown on stilts.

But she looked very pleased with herself, thinking she must look absolutely stunning today, her chin held high like a proud peacock.

Fu Wanqing walked over to Gu Yan and found him staring blankly at his coffee cup, his eyes unblinking.

His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which glistened under the light like a thin layer of dew.

His fingers were still trembling slightly, and the rim of the coffee cup gently touched his teeth, making a soft sound.

She reached out and shook his shoulder, not with much force but with a quick movement, pressing her fingers firmly on his shoulder twice.

"Gu Yan, what's wrong? Why are you sweating so much? Are you feeling unwell?"

Her voice was filled with worry as she quickly pulled a tissue from her pocket; the tissue had small flowers printed on it.