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

Just as Pei Youyi frowned in thought, wondering if she had really misheard,

"Clang!"

A soft sound.

Pei Yuran suddenly drew a short sword from her waist, which was entirely black and had a wooden texture.

The sword was plain and unadorned, but when held in her hand, it instantly exuded a chilling aura.

Without even glancing at the commotion around her, she fixed her gaze on the luxurious private room on the second floor, and with a light step, she moved like a graceful swan, heading straight for the stairs!

"Yu Ran!"

Pei Youyi was startled, but it was too late to stop him.

Chen Sinian's expression changed drastically, and he immediately started sending messages frantically in the command group.

[Quick! Stop the little sword fairy! Don't let her go up! Use gentle methods!]

Several young men with good skills and who practiced ancient martial arts stepped forward to stop them, despite their reluctance.

"Miss Pei, please wait..."

Before she finished speaking, Pei Yuran flicked her wrist, and the black wooden sword, without even being drawn, was slashed out horizontally with a supple yet icy force.

"Bang!"

"Ouch!"

The young men felt an irresistible force surge towards them, their chests tightened, and they staggered back several steps, making way for each other.

Pei Yuran had clearly held back; she only forced them back, and without stopping, she ran straight to the top floor.

"It's over! Master Gu is going to be killed because of his romantic entanglements!"

In the auction hall, a young man, who seemed to enjoy watching the drama unfold, muttered something under his breath, instantly eliciting a murmur of surprise and even more curious glances.

Chen Sinian and Zhang Xiong exchanged a glance, both seeing the anxiety and helplessness in each other's eyes.

"Quick! Follow them!"

Chen Sinian gave a low shout and hurriedly chased after them with his bodyguards and Zhang Xiong and others.

When the other family heads who came to help with the act saw this, how could they sit still?

They all stood up and followed with their own children.

In an instant, the stairwell and corridors were filled with people, and the scene was completely chaotic.

Below, Bai Zikong was still holding the painting he had just photographed, standing there, feeling a bit confused.

Master Gu Yan... is indeed very impressive.

But isn't his love life a bit too complicated?

Why are the Pei family mother and daughter both coming to our door?

They even acted like they were going to catch them in the act?

He respected Gu Yan, but at this moment he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Li Zhengguo walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a low voice, "No one is perfect."

"Master Gu has this...personal hobby, and as long as it doesn't affect his service to the country, it's not a big deal."

"Focus on your preparations; this isn't over yet."

Bai Zikong nodded, took a deep breath, and gripped the painting in his hand tightly.

But in my heart, I couldn't help but feel a chill for my idol upstairs and for the director of this script.

Inside the private room, Gu Yan was truly impressed.

He paced back and forth, his mind a jumbled mess.

What should he say when Pei Yuran bursts in and questions him about why he left without saying goodbye, about what happened to all those promises he made before that he wouldn't leave her easily and would stay with her during her treatment?

I can't exactly say I'm afraid of being implicated because you'll become a crazy female lead in the future, can I?

I can't say that all my promises were for your treatment, and now that I'm cured, I should just run away, right?

Let alone Pei Yuran, even her mother Pei Youyi would probably go berserk on the spot!

Thinking of that mother and daughter tyrannosaurus... Gu Yan felt her head ache even more.

A suspected S-rank ice-type sword immortal, and a senior whose strength is unfathomable—neither of them are easy to deal with.

His face was paler than usual because he had just forcibly treated Cecilia; there was still cold sweat on his forehead, and his lips were almost bloodless.

But this extreme weakness only accentuated the breathtakingly morbid beauty of his face.

At this moment, he frowned, paced anxiously, and searched the private room for a place to hide.

Cecilia sat in her wheelchair, quietly watching his flustered state, a faint hint of displeasure flashing in her icy blue eyes.

"Master Gu, is there any need to be so afraid?"

"Should I... ask those two outside to leave?"

She suddenly spoke, her voice clear and cold, and her slender fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of her wheelchair.

Gu Yan paused, looking at her in surprise.

A female protagonist...

Did he offer to help him get rid of the other female lead and her mother?

This plot...

Wow...wow my ass!

You two are going to be best friends who team up to make dumplings and fight the boss later on!

What if we turn against each other now?

Besides, if Cecilia really made a move, and two S-rank women started fighting in such a small space, his fragile little body might just be killed by the aftershocks!

Forget it, let's be realistic and find a place to hide as soon as possible!

He glanced around the private rooms again.

Spacious, bright, and with a great view, but that also means...

There aren't any hidden corners!

Behind the sofa? Inside the curtains?

Under the table? It feels like there's nowhere to hide a grown person!

Just then—

"Tap, tap, tap..."

The distinct sound of footsteps approached from afar, still clearly audible in the thickly carpeted corridor, growing faster and closer!

Gu Yan's heart started pounding with the sound of footsteps.

The footsteps outside the private room stopped abruptly.

Outside the door, Pei Yuran stood still, her cool eyes looking at the heavy alloy door in front of her.

She frowned slightly, and without the slightest hesitation, gently swung the black wooden sword in her hand forward.

There was no earth-shattering sound.

Only a single, exquisitely refined, chillingly cold, translucent sword aura silently swept through the air.

"Sizzle—crack!!!"

The specially made alloy door, which was capable of withstanding the bombardment of supersonic missiles, was cut like tofu by the sharpest ice blade, and a deep, smooth-edged slash instantly appeared on the door panel!

The entire door groaned under its own weight, caved in and twisted, and the hinges at the joints emitted a grating, metallic strain.

Judging from this, at most one more sword strike and this door will be completely destroyed!

Inside the private room, Gu Yan stared at the alloy door that had instantly become dilapidated, her pupils shrinking sharply.

It’s over.

You're so stubborn, think of a solution quickly, or things will be ruined.

Hide! We must hide immediately!

Gu Yan's mind was buzzing, completely blank, with only one thought remaining.

His gaze swept erratically across the entire private room.

The space behind the sofa is too obvious, the curtains are too thin, and there's not enough space under the table...

Until his gaze suddenly fixed on Cecilia's lower body.

That wheelchair.

The wheelchair is custom-made and ingeniously designed, with ample space under the seat and a soft curtain specifically designed to conceal wiring and store spare items.

To ensure comfort, the seats themselves are covered with soft but not too thick velvet cushions.

Gu Yan's eyes, which had been filled with panic and despair, suddenly lit up.

Cecilia felt a strange little happy when she saw Gu Yan suddenly staring straight at her, but that look in her eyes...

Something feels off.