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

Gu Yan smiled and said it was nothing, but in his heart, a warning bell was ringing, as if someone had pulled a taut string in his mind.

Kill the bad guys?

That's a bit suspicious.

From a purely economic standpoint, Fu Wanqing could help him slow down the depletion of his lifespan, making taking her to South Africa a wise choice; she was like a walking life-extending charm.

With Fu Shiwei backing the Fu family up, Fu Wanqing's presence is actually awkward. She's superfluous in the Fu family, and she should be happy to go with me.

But since this girl is going to stay with him for life, he has to find out her background. He can't have a ticking time bomb by his side.

He took a deep breath and broke the silence, his voice not loud but his tone serious, his eyes fixed on Fu Wanqing's expression.

"Wanqing, Miss Cecilia is stable for now. She just needs to continue treatment, so there's no need to worry too much."

"Next, go see your adoptive parents. You've been in Shanghai for so long, it's time to pay them a visit. You can't just not show your face."

Fu Wanqing smiled and said yes, her amber eyes blinking, her lips curving naturally without any sign of anything amiss.

Her voice was light and cheerful, as if she were saying that the weather was nice today, and she drew a few circles on the bed sheet with her fingers.

Gu Yan stared at her for several seconds, her gaze sweeping from her eyes to the corners of her mouth and then to her fingers. Not finding any flaws, she nodded.

Fu Wanqing suddenly changed the subject, put her hands on her hips, raised her chin, and looked like a cat with its fur standing on end.

"I haven't settled accounts with you yet for touching my waist and butt. Don't try to fool me. Confess honestly."

Gu Yan quickly explained that it was an accident; he was about to faint and couldn't control his body at all, his hands and feet wouldn't obey him.

"I could barely stand at that moment, how could I have the mind to take advantage of you? Don't wrong an innocent person."

Fu Wanqing's ears turned red, she gave a soft hum, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, turned around and walked out. Her long pink hair swayed at the door and then disappeared into the corridor.

Another day passed, and the sunlight shone through the window, falling warmly on the floor like a thin golden veil spread over the wooden planks.

Gu Yan finished dressing and stood in front of the mirror. The mirror reflected a pale but delicate face, with black wisps of hair hanging down her forehead.

I was dressed very casually today, wearing a white linen shirt with dark trousers and soft-soled leather shoes. I looked as refreshing as a breeze.

The Demon-Suppressing Blade hung at his waist, its scabbard as black as ink. The coolness of the blade seeped through his clothes and clung to his legs, feeling heavy and substantial.

With that sickly beauty, he exudes an indescribable air of nobility and sharpness, a low-key yet captivating handsomeness.

He pushed open the door and walked into the yard. The morning air, carrying the fragrance of flowers and grass, filled his nostrils, and birdsong came from the distant trees.

The scene before him stunned him, and he stood frozen at the threshold as if nailed to the ground.

Cecilia sat in a wheelchair, her white hair cascading over her shoulders, the strands shimmering silver in the sunlight like a flowing waterfall.

She wore a light blue dress today, the hem of which fell below her knees, revealing a section of her fair calves, and a pair of white flat shoes.

The sunlight shone on her as if she were plated with a thin layer of gold, and even the air seemed to quiet down because of her aura.

Next to it was a stone table covered with a white tablecloth, on which were placed several plates of exquisite pastries and a pot of steaming coffee.

The pastries included osmanthus cake and mung bean cake, cut into neat small pieces and arranged in a pretty shape, with a small dish of honey placed next to them.

Aunt Tian stood to the side, holding a teapot in her hand, with an apron tied around her waist, ready to refill the water at any time. Her face was full of smiles through its wrinkles.

Cecilia sipped her coffee slowly from a white porcelain cup with only a very thin gold rim.

Her movements were as elegant as a painting, even her breathing exuded nobility, and there was not a single superfluous movement in her every gesture.

When she drank her coffee, she first touched the rim of the cup with her lips to test the temperature, and then slowly took a sip. Her eyelashes trembled slightly as she swallowed.

She saw Gu Yan come out, but she didn't stop what she was doing, she didn't even look up at him, and she didn't even look at him.

Her icy blue eyes were fixed on the coffee in her cup, her eyelashes casting a small shadow in the sunlight, as serene as a snow-capped mountain.

Gu Yan's heart skipped a beat, as if something was stuck in his chest. This cold response made him even more flustered than being scolded.

He didn't know whether to walk over or turn back; his legs felt like they were bound by something, and he remained frozen in place.

Aunt Tian's eyes lit up when she saw him, and she waved with a loud voice as if she were calling a distant relative.

"Master Gu is awake. Would you like to come and have some with Miss? The pastries today are delicious; I got up early this morning to make them."

"The osmanthus cake is made with fresh osmanthus flowers, and the mung bean cake is ground through a sieve three times, making it incredibly smooth. You should try it!"

Cecilia's finger paused slightly on the rim of the cup, causing it to freeze in mid-air, but it quickly returned to normal.

She continued drinking her coffee as if nothing had happened, her white hair hanging down to cover half of her face, making it impossible to discern her expression.

Aunt Tian called out again and began setting the second set of bowls and chopsticks on the stone table, her movements as swift as magic.

"Master Gu, come quickly! Don't just stand there. The coffee will get cold if you don't come soon, and it will taste bitter and not good."

Gu Yan took a deep breath and stepped forward. Her feet made a soft sound as she walked across the stone path, but her heart was pounding like a drum.

Gu Yan was a little scared, after all, yesterday's accident was too embarrassing, but he remained calm and didn't even frown.

More importantly, nothing good ever comes from being with Cecilia. Every time I'm by her side, my lifespan is consumed the fastest, like sand slipping through my fingers.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving slightly, and walked over to sit down on the stone bench next to Cecilia.

The stone bench was a bit cool, and a chill seeped through his trousers, like a small piece of ice on his thigh, but he pretended nothing was wrong and kept his back straight.

He reached out and picked up a piece of osmanthus cake. When his fingertips touched the cake, he could still feel its freshly baked warmth. He took a bite and found it to be surprisingly delicious—soft, chewy, and sweet.

Aunt Tian's skills are indeed excellent. The sweetness of the pastries is just right, they melt in your mouth, and the fragrance of osmanthus spreads on the tip of your tongue, making you want to take another piece.

He quietly activated his Eyes of Emotion, and a seven-colored light flashed briefly deep within his pupils, like fragments of a rainbow dancing on the surface of water.

Cecilia's Heart Castle appeared before him; the white palace gleamed softly in the sunlight, no longer a frozen ruin.

A warm yellow light shone through the castle windows, as if someone had lit a lamp inside, the light gently seeping out from behind the glass.

She was in a good mood, much better than yesterday, and even had a touch of indescribable tenderness, like a hot spring flowing beneath the ice.

Does this make sense?