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

Cecilia's wheelchair was parked at the doorway. Her white hair, hanging over her shoulders like a piece of cold satin, shimmered with a silvery-white luster under the light. She was looking down, lost in thought.

Gu Yan walked over and squatted down beside her, speaking very softly.

"One more treatment tomorrow, just hang in there and you'll be fully recovered."

Cecilia looked up at him, her icy blue eyes filled with an indescribable emotion, like an undercurrent surging beneath the surface of ice.

She gave a soft hum, a sound that was gentle yet carried a chill, like a winter gust of north wind brushing against her cheek, before turning and pushing her wheelchair into the room.

The door closed in front of him, without saying yes or no, leaving only a cold snort echoing in the corridor, and the lock clicked shut.

Gu Yan was dumbfounded. She stood at the door for several seconds, wondering what was wrong with this young lady again, and who had offended her. She was perfectly fine just now.

He sighed, turned and walked into the courtyard. Dusk had completely enveloped the area, with only the last trace of dark red sunset remaining on the horizon.

Fu Wanqing was still standing in the middle of the courtyard, her hands behind her back, her long pink hair fluttering gently in the evening breeze, and her amber eyes sparkling like two stars in the twilight.

Gu Yan told her to go back and rest: "You've been running around all day, go to sleep early. There's still a lot to do tomorrow. Don't worry about your adoptive parents, you can visit them later."

Fu Wanqing blinked, her lips curved into a smile, and her voice was as clear as a wind chime ringing in the wind, with a hint of coquetry.

"Gu Yan, don't forget what you promised my mom. You said you'd take good care of me, and I remember that."

"You're my bodyguard. If you have food, I have food too. Isn't that taking care of you?"

Gu Yan replied irritably, her voice not loud but her tone serious.

Fu Wanqing was also dissatisfied. Her lips pouted so much they could hold an oil bottle, and her amber eyes held a hint of dissatisfaction and grievance.

She gave a soft snort, made a face at him, stuck her tongue out and then pulled it back in, before turning and running away.

Her long pink hair fluttered in the twilight, disappearing like a small flag at the end of the corridor, her footsteps fading into the distance.

Gu Yan stood in the courtyard without rushing back to his room. He put his hands in his pockets and looked up at the darkening sky, where the stars were shining one by one.

Since Fu Wanqing can delay his lifespan loss, everything must be investigated thoroughly, and no hidden dangers should be left in mind.

What impact will taking Fu Wanqing to South Africa have? What will the Fu family's attitude be? Will Fu Yunshu release her? Will Fu Shiwei have any objections?

What secrets is Fu Wanqing hiding? Why is she afraid to use her healing abilities? Why did she say "kill the bad guys" when she was injured?

He recalled the four words he had barely managed to get Fu Wanqing to utter using the Mirror Flower Imperial Seal: "Kill the bad guys." Her voice was soft, but her tone was firm.

Why would a healing-type superhuman say such things? There must be an untold story behind her abilities, perhaps related to her past.

Gu Yan felt it wasn't that simple. Those four words were like a thorn stuck in his brain that he couldn't pull out. Whenever he thought of Fu Wanqing's smiling face, he would feel a dull pain.

He waited until Fu Wanqing had walked far away, and made sure the corridor was empty and he could no longer hear any footsteps, before turning around and heading towards Aunt Tian's room.

Aunt Tian was sitting on a stone bench in the corner of the yard, massaging her legs. She clenched her right fist and tapped it repeatedly on her left knee, humming a tune that was hard to decipher.

When she saw Gu Yan approaching, she quickly stood up, dusted off her pants, and put on a polite and gentle smile, revealing a row of neat teeth.

"Master Gu, feel free to ask me anything. Although this old woman is useless, I will tell you everything I know without reservation."

Gu Yan sat down opposite her, carefully considered her words, and tapped her knees lightly with her fingers, keeping her voice very low so as not to be overheard.

"Aunt Tian, ​​I want to ask if there's anything wrong with Fu Wanqing's adoptive parents? Do you know anything about them? Tell me the truth."

He chose to ask Aunt Tian because she had spent most of her life in the Chen family. From the book, she was knowledgeable and a confidante of Chen Sinian, having seen all kinds of people and experienced all kinds of things.

Moreover, Aunt Tian accompanied them to dinner the whole time and silently observed the adoptive parents. With her decades of experience, she should be able to see some clues.

Aunt Tian sat on the stone bench, still clutching the handkerchief she used to wipe her sweat.

The handkerchief is white, with a small orchid embroidered on the corner.

She looked at Gu Yan with the shrewdness of someone who had been through it all.

That kind of shrewdness isn't about scheming; it's the insight accumulated over sixty years of life.

"Master Gu, you want to ask about Miss Fu, right?"

Gu Yan nodded, without beating around the bush.

His fingers tapped lightly twice on the edge of the stone table.

"Aunt Tian, ​​I will take Wanqing with me from now on."

"Therefore, I must find out her background."

"What was her situation in the Fu family, and what were the backgrounds of her adoptive parents?"

"I need to know all these things."

Aunt Tian opened her mouth, but didn't say anything for a long time.

She folded the handkerchief and unfolded it again, folded it and unfolded it again.

The fingers moved slowly, as if the person was deep in thought.

Gu Yan was puzzled and was about to continue asking questions.

Aunt Tian suddenly raised her head, her eyes slightly red.

The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were squeezed together, as if he had something to say.

"Young master, please take Miss Fu with you."

"Then what should we do with my young lady?"

"You can't just care about Miss Fu and ignore my young lady."

Gu Yan was stunned.

Son-in-law?

When did he become a son-in-law?

His fingers stopped on the stone table and remained motionless.

"Aunt Tian, ​​wait a minute, I'm not your son-in-law."

"I'm here for treatment, and my relationship with Miss Chen is completely innocent."

Aunt Tian shook her head, her tone as certain as if she were saying the sun rises in the east.

"Master Gu, you don't know."

"My daughter has had quirks since she was little."

"She stopped letting anyone touch her when she was three years old."

"Even when the master tries to hold her, she cries."

"Don't even mention touching her body."

"Among people of the same sex, I'm the only one who's ever touched the armrest of her wheelchair."

"Uncle Fu has to wear gloves even when pushing his wheelchair."

"You were holding the young lady yesterday."

"They were hugging, cuddling, and touching her."

"The young lady's innocence is gone."

"If this gets out..."

"Miss has no choice but to marry you."

There is no other way.

Gu Yan felt her fingers trembling.

It wasn't anger, it was fear.

Aunt Tian continued speaking, her voice not loud but each word steady.

"You know how temperamental Miss is."

"She never lets anyone touch her."

"But the first thing she did when she woke up yesterday was to hug you."

"I saw it from the doorway."

"The young lady's arm is around your neck."

"She's holding me so tightly."

"As if afraid you'd run away."

"I've been with Miss for twenty years."

"I've never seen her hug anyone."

"You are the first one."

Gu Yan took a deep breath, then another, and then spoke softly.

"Aunt Tian, ​​what year is it now?"