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

Cecilia's beautiful face suddenly flushed red, as if scalded by boiling water, from the top of her head all the way to her toes, which even curled up.

She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. The pillow grazed Chen Sinian's ear and flew past with a gust of wind.

"Get out! All of you, get out!"

Her voice had never been so loud before; the whole room was shaking, and a few grains of dust fell from the ceiling.

Chen Sinian and Uncle Fu were so frightened that they turned and ran away. Chen Sinian's leather shoes slipped on the floor and he almost fell.

Uncle Fu's tray tilted, and the white porcelain bottle rolled twice on the tray, almost falling off, but he caught it in a flurry.

The door slammed shut behind them, leaving only the sound of two elderly people breathing heavily and each other's heartbeats in the corridor.

Chen Sinian wiped the sweat from his forehead, not even noticing that his gold-rimmed glasses were askew. He turned to look at Uncle Fu, his voice still tinged with lingering fear.

"The way Miss gets angry is exactly the same as Madam back then, like they were cut from the same mold."

Uncle Fu nodded, his lips still trembling, unable to utter a single word, just nodding frantically, like a wound-up toy.

Back at Gu Yan's side, he was pulled along by Fu Wanqing the whole way, his steps were so fast and he couldn't stop, the wind in the corridor made his clothes flutter.

The servants in the Chen family's corridor were stunned by what they saw. They forgot to continue their work and stood frozen in place as if someone had pressed the pause button.

A maid carrying a tea tray stared wide-eyed. The tray tilted, and the teacup almost slipped off, splashing scalding tea onto the back of her hand.

An elderly woman who was wiping a vase stopped, the rag hanging motionless in mid-air, while she held the vase with her other hand to prevent it from falling over.

A passing worshipper stroked his beard, shook his head, and muttered something unintelligible, but the meaning in his eyes was clear.

They were all thinking the same thing: How could this son-in-law be walking around the Chen family holding hands with another woman? This was just too outrageous.

That's Chen Sinian's handpicked son-in-law, the future son-in-law of the Chen family. The young lady has just woken up and she's already being so blatant. Isn't she afraid of the master finding out?

But no one dared to speak up. The Chen family had strict rules, and servants who talked too much would be punished. No one dared to risk offending them.

Fu Wanqing's long pink hair fluttered behind her like a small flag, and her high heels clicked rapidly on the floor.

Her fingers gripped Gu Yan's wrist tightly, her nails almost digging into his skin, as if afraid he would break free and run away.

Gu Yan was pulled so hard that she staggered, her steps unsteady as if she were walking on cotton, and the Demon-Suppressing Blade at her waist swayed back and forth at her side, making a slight clinking sound.

He felt his legs getting weaker and weaker, as if someone had removed the bones from them. The road in front of him began to blur as if through a thin fog, and the scenery was swaying.

Treating Cecilia had consumed too much of his lifespan, and the feeling of something being drawn out of his body returned, even stronger than before.

It was as if an invisible tube was inserted into his chest, slowly pulling away something unseen and intangible, and with each pull, his strength diminished.

His face was frighteningly pale, even paler than the sheets on Cecilia's hospital bed, and his lips were bloodless, dry, and chapped.

His forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, like dew on grass in the morning, which trickled down his temples, across his cheekbones and down to his jaw.

The back of my shirt was soaked with cold sweat, sticking to my skin and feeling chilly. My legs felt as heavy as lead.

But he didn't say anything, he just gritted his teeth and followed Fu Wanqing, his jaw bulging out from clenching his teeth, not wanting her to notice that something was wrong with him.

When Gu Yan reached the door of Fu Wanqing's room, her legs finally gave way, her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground.

Fu Wanqing reached out to push the door, and just as her fingers touched the cold metal doorknob, she suddenly felt a weight behind her, as if something was pressing down on her.

Gu Yan fell over onto her, his body pressing heavily against her back, causing her to stumble forward and almost hit her forehead on the door.

His arm wrapped around her from behind, his long fingers instinctively encircling her waist and pressing tightly against her lower abdomen through the thin dress.

The girl's waist was very thin and soft, so thin that he could wrap his arm around it with one hand. It was so soft that it seemed boneless, and he could feel the warmth of her body and her soft curves through her clothes.

Because he fell at such a low angle, his hand slid down to her waist and hips, his entire hand landing precisely on the fullest curve of her buttocks, his fingertips sinking slightly into her softness.

Through the thin fabric of the skirt, the touch was so clear it didn't seem real; it was incredibly soft, like a ball of cotton dried in the sun or a piece of warm silk.

Fu Wanqing was completely stunned. Her brain seemed to short-circuit, making a buzzing sound. She couldn't think of anything or react at all, and she stood frozen in place.

She could feel Gu Yan's breath on the back of her neck, hot and itchy, like a feather gently brushing against her skin, giving her goosebumps with each breath.

His nose brushed against the stray hairs on the back of her neck, his lips almost touching her earlobe, each breath making her ear feel hot, as if it were being roasted by fire.

What's even more dangerous is the position of his hand, which is right on the softest part of her buttocks, with his fingertips slightly clenched, as if he were involuntarily exerting force.

The sensation traveled from her waist and hips to her spine, then from her spine to the back of her head, making her feel weak all over, as if her bones had been removed, and her legs went limp.

Her face turned bright red instantly, from her cheeks to her ears, from her ears to her neck, and from her neck to her collarbone, as if she had been scalded by boiling water.

Countless thoughts flashed through her mind, each one making her feel both ashamed and angry. Her heart was pounding like a drum, pounding against her chest.

"That Gu Yan is too wicked. Wasn't she satisfied with Miss Chen just now? Why is she treating me like this as soon as we come out?"

"What is he thinking? What does he take me for? First it was Miss Chen, and now it's me. Is he doing this on purpose?"

She bit her lip, trying to push him away, and even raised her hand to push his shoulder, but stopped as soon as her fingers touched his shirt.

Because she felt Gu Yan's body slide down a little, as if she was about to collapse to the ground, her pushing motion turned into supporting.

His weight pressed down on her more and more heavily, her shoulders and arms were drooping, and her breathing was much more rapid than before, as if she was desperately gasping for air.

Fu Wanqing didn't care about being shy or where his hands were. She quickly turned around and supported him, holding his arms and shoulders with both hands to keep him upright.

She looked down at Gu Yan's face, which was already pale, now as white as paper, even bluish, as if she had lost too much blood.

His lips were pale and dry, with cracks on them, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat, each drop as big as a bean.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she were having a nightmare or enduring some kind of pain, and her brows were tightly furrowed.