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

Forget it. Thinking of how Gu Yan had collapsed on top of her yesterday, Cecilia gave up, lightly pressing her fingers on the wheelchair's control lever, and followed behind them.

The wheelchair glided silently across the stone path, white hair fluttering gently behind him, like a snowflake chasing the wind, or a flag that refused to fall.

Aunt Tian stood beside the stone table, watching the three people's backs as the wind blew and lifted a corner of the tablecloth.

She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief, then fanned herself with her hand, muttering to herself in a voice so soft that only she could hear it.

"Master Gu is really bold. How will he live with Miss in the future?"

Gu Yan bumped into Chen Sinian as soon as she stepped out of the courtyard gate. The two almost pressed face to face, and the reflection of his gold-rimmed glasses even dazzled Gu Yan's eyes.

Today, Chen Sinian was wearing a dark blue Zhongshan suit, with the collar buttoned up meticulously, and he was also holding a string of sandalwood prayer beads in his hand.

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and got straight to the point, his voice filled with barely concealed urgency, the prayer beads spinning rapidly between his fingers.

"Master Gu, how many more treatments will it take to completely cure my daughter? Give me a definite number so I can have a better idea of ​​what to expect."

Gu Yan counted and held up three fingers. The morning light fell on her slender fingers with distinct joints. Her voice was calm, as if she were saying that the weather was nice today.

"Three times, at most three times, that should be enough for a full recovery. No more than that, or I can't handle it."

He was thinking that each treatment would shorten his lifespan, and three times was already the limit he could accept.

Chen Sinian nodded thoughtfully, a shrewd glint flashing in his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses, like an old fox plotting something.

He paused for a moment with the prayer beads in his hand, silently planning to administer the medicine a third time, while letting his daughter recover her health the first two times.

The first and second times you can't move him, but the third time you can take advantage of Master Gu's weakest moment to get things done once and for all.

At this moment, Fu Wanqing caught up from behind, her long pink hair fluttering gently in the morning breeze, and she was holding a white porcelain bowl in her hand.

The soup in the bowl was still steaming, and the sweet aroma of red dates mixed with the fragrance of bird's nest filled the air. There were also fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

"Gu Yan, why are you walking so fast? You haven't even drunk a drop of soup. Do you not like what I made? Do you think it's not good?"

She pouted, a thin layer of mist clouded her amber eyes, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, giving her a pitiful look.

Her stunningly beautiful face paired with that aggrieved expression was truly heart-melting, even drawing a second glance from the passing servants.

Gu Yan subconsciously reached out and touched her head, gently rubbing her long pink hair with his fingers. The hair was soft and smooth.

"No, you're overthinking it. I'll drink it later, let it cool down first."

Fu Wanqing's expression changed instantly, from a pitiful look to a bright and sunny smile, as if someone had pressed a switch button.

That smile was dazzlingly bright, like the sun suddenly bursting forth after the dark clouds dispersed, or like a flower blooming all its petals in an instant.

Gu Yan was dumbfounded. This girl's face changed faster than flipping through a book, just like a professional actress. She was almost crying just now.

Just then, Cecilia's voice drifted from behind, the wheelchair making a soft sound as it rolled over the cobblestones, her voice as calm as if she were reading a text.

"I wonder how much Master Gu likes her. Who is she to you? Such intimacy, touching her head doesn't seem like something you'd do to a bodyguard."

The girl's voice was flat, and her icy blue eyes stared calmly at Gu Yan, but Gu Yan sensed that eight parts of it was wrong, and the other two parts were a cold laugh.

He quickly withdrew his hand from Fu Wanqing's head, as if he had been burned, and explained in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Bodyguard, she's my bodyguard, she's under contract, the proper kind."

Cecilia snorted softly, a hint of mockery in her icy blue eyes, and her lips pursed slightly.

"Bodyguard? The eldest daughter of the Fu family is personally acting as a bodyguard. That's quite novel. Who would believe it if word got out?"

Gu Yan's back began to sweat, cold sweat trickling down his spine. He secretly winked at Chen Sinian for help.

When Chen Sinian saw his daughter confronting Fu Wanqing, the air seemed to drop several degrees, and he immediately coughed twice.

"Master Gu is really popular, isn't he? Well, he's a young man. I'll get back to work now, you two can continue your chat."

After saying that, he turned and left, walking so fast it was as if a dog was chasing him, the prayer beads in his hand rattling loudly.

Gu Yan cursed the old fox inwardly. He couldn't afford to offend his daughter, so he just left him here as cannon fodder. That was too unfair of him.

Fu Wanqing slammed the soup bowl down on the stone table with a crisp sound, hands on her hips and chin held high.

"Why can't I be a bodyguard? I'm a great fighter. If you don't believe me, ask Gu Yan. Many professional bodyguards can't beat me."

As she spoke, she patted her not-so-broad chest, her long pink hair sliding down her shoulders.

Cecilia snorted coldly, her voice even colder, like the winter wind sweeping across a lake.

"Last time it was Sister Qing, this time it's Bodyguard Qing, what will it be next time, Doctor Qing or Chef Qing?"

Gu Yan quickly tried to smooth things over, speaking as sincerely and earnestly as possible, her forehead almost sweating.

"It's a normal relationship, it's all a normal relationship, please don't overthink it, okay? I really just treat patients and act as a bodyguard."

The two women looked at him at the same time, and the meaning in their eyes was very clear.

Anyone who believes that is a fool.

Fu Wanqing pursed her lips, while Cecilia remained expressionless, but the wheelchair showed no sign of moving.

Seeing that the atmosphere was about to freeze again, Gu Yan quickly changed the subject, speaking rapidly like a machine gun, afraid of being interrupted.

"I was exhausted from treating Cecilia yesterday, and it took a lot of energy. I'm still a bit weak."

"Wanqing, I will definitely drink all the soup you made for me later, so as not to let you down. Such good soup should not be wasted."

"My head is a little sore right now, stop arguing, it's making my head hurt."

His words were sincere and comprehensive, mentioning the credit from both sides without offending either.

The two women fell silent for a moment, each looking away. Fu Wanqing looked down at the soup bowl, while Cecilia turned to look into the distance.

Gu Yan seized the opportunity, grabbed Fu Wanqing's wrist and walked forward with large strides, as if afraid of being caught up.

"Let's go. Didn't we say we were going to visit your adoptive parents today? Now's the perfect time to leave, or we'll get stuck in traffic."

Fu Wanqing was pulled a few steps by him, her long pink hair fluttering behind her, and the corners of her mouth curved up again as she secretly smiled.

Cecilia followed in her wheelchair, her fingers hovering steadily over the control lever, her white hair swaying gently behind her.

Her voice remained calm, but her tone carried an undeniable firmness.

"I'm going too. It'll be good to get some fresh air. I've been cooped up at home all day; I'll get moldy if I stay cooped up any longer."

Gu Yan paused, opened her mouth as if to say something to refuse, but couldn't find a suitable reason.

Fu Wanqing glanced back at Cecilia's wheelchair, a flicker of something passing through her amber eyes, but she remained silent.