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

Upon hearing this, Fu Wanqing's eyes lit up, and she became excited as if a switch had been flipped.

"Are you going out to play this afternoon? I remember there's a really famous amusement park in Shanglu."

"It's called Star Valley. It has a really high rating online, and the roller coaster inside is the fastest in the whole country."

"There's also a Ferris wheel, which is said to be the second tallest in the country, much taller than the one in Jinghai."

"Want to go together? I've never been before."

Gu Yan's expression faltered slightly, and the corner of her mouth twitched a little.

Amusement park, always the amusement park. He gets a headache just hearing those three words now.

The memory of accompanying Cecilia to the amusement park last time was still lingering in his mind, and the lifespan he lost on the Ferris wheel made him feel sorry for several days.

What I feared most came to pass.

He quickly interrupted Fu Wanqing, trying to keep his tone as natural as possible.

"I'm not going to the amusement park; I'd also like to visit my uncle and aunt again."

"We ate in such a rush yesterday that we didn't have time to properly see where they were staying."

Fu Wanqing was stunned for a moment, then smiled even more happily than before, her amber eyes curving into crescents.

"Is it because my parents' cooking is so delicious that you're craving it too?"

"Sure, I'll just tell them. No need to report it beforehand."

"Your foster mother happens to be home today; she was talking about you yesterday."

"They say you're a good-looking and polite young man, so they'll invite you to eat out a few more times."

Gu Yan nodded and said yes, then added a sentence.

"It's time to get Miss Chen treated. Let's go."

Fu Wanqing picked up the empty bowl and followed beside him. The two of them walked through the corridor toward Cecilia's courtyard.

When they arrived in the courtyard, only Aunt Tian was busy at work.

She was squatting beside the flower bed, pulling weeds; a small pile of weeds had already accumulated to the side.

Upon seeing Gu Yan arrive, he quickly stood up and patted the dirt off his hands.

"Master Gu is here, good morning."

Gu Yan looked around but didn't see Chen Sinian.

There was only Aunt Tian and a few sparrows pecking at the ground in the yard.

"Where's Boss Chen? Why isn't he here?"

Aunt Tian rubbed the dirt off her hands.

"Reporting to Master, the master left home very early this morning."

"The forced reopening of the Kuroshio Current Secret Realm in the South China Sea is no small matter."

"We need to coordinate and allocate various resources, allocate manpower, and prepare supplies."

"The master should be meeting with former Grand Secretary Fu to discuss specific plans right now."

"I don't think I'll be back anytime soon, and I'm not even sure if I'll be back by noon."

Gu Yan nodded and said she had worked hard, and told her not to overwork herself.

Aunt Tian smiled and waved her hand, saying it wasn't hard work, it was all part of her job.

Just then, the sound of a wheelchair rolling came from the end of the corridor, the wheels making a soft sound as they rolled over the stone slabs.

Cecilia's door opened, and she slowly pushed her wheelchair out.

She's clearly dressed up better today; she looks several levels more sophisticated than yesterday.

Her long white hair was neatly combed, without a single stray strand.

The ends of her hair were loosely tied with a light blue ribbon, forming a small bow.

She was wearing a beige dress made of fine material that shimmered softly in the light.

The neckline is adorned with a delicate lace trim, each stitch meticulously embroidered.

A thin silver belt was tied around her waist, with a small pearl set in the buckle.

The skirt was embroidered with a few light blue flowers, the stamens of which were made of pale gold silk thread.

The skirt covered her ankles, revealing a small section of her fair calves.

She was wearing a pair of light beige flat shoes with lace trim on the toes.

She wore a light layer of lip gloss, a delicate pink, like cherry blossoms in spring.

My eyelashes look like they've been brushed on; they're longer and curlier than usual, and when I blink, it's like a butterfly flapping its wings.

Her icy blue eyes held a hint of unspoken expectation as she looked towards Gu Yan.

The gaze was light and faint, yet it carried an indescribable weight when it fell upon a person.

The sunlight shone on her, and the strands of her white hair were almost transparent in the light.

The person sitting in the wheelchair looked like a meticulously crafted porcelain piece, or a flower blooming in the snow.

Fu Wanqing stood next to Gu Yan with an empty bowl in her hand and also saw Cecilia's appearance.

Something flashed in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.

The smile on his lips remained unchanged, but the fingers gripping the rim of the bowl tightened slightly.

Gu Yan took a few steps forward and stopped in front of Cecilia's wheelchair.

He bent down slightly, bringing his gaze level with hers.

"Miss Cecilia, how are you feeling today?"

Cecilia looked up at him, her icy blue eyes shining brightly in the morning light.

"Much better, my breathing is much easier than yesterday."

"My chest doesn't feel as tight as before."

Gu Yan nodded, walked to the back of the wheelchair, and grasped the handle.

"After this treatment, there will be one last one, and then you should be fully recovered."

"Then you won't have to sit here every day."

He pushed the wheelchair toward the room, the wheels making a steady sound as they rolled over the stone slabs.

Cecilia didn't turn around, but her fingers gently gripped the hem of her skirt.

Fu Wanqing stood in the courtyard, still holding the empty bowl in her hand.

She watched as Gu Yan pushed Cecilia into the room.

The door closed softly behind the two people, making a slight sound.

She pursed her lips and slammed the empty bowl heavily onto the stone table.

"Even for treatment, you don't have to go into someone's room every time."

"Can't we do it in the yard? Can't we do it in the living room?"

Why close the door in broad daylight?

Aunt Tian was squatting nearby pulling weeds when she heard this and looked up at Fu Wanqing.

He lowered his head again to continue pulling weeds, but the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

The curtains in the room were half-open, and sunlight streamed in through the gaps.

The light was a warm yellow, falling on the light gray sheets.

There was a faint, cool fragrance in the air, Cecilia's usual scent.

Gu Yan pushed the wheelchair to the bedside and turned around to fetch a wooden stool.

Cecilia sat on the edge of the bed with her hands on her knees.

She felt her heart pounding a little too hard.

I can't quite put my finger on what this feeling is.

It didn't seem like discomfort, nor did it seem like fear.

My heart skipped a few beats, and my palms were slightly sweaty.

She took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound calm.

"What do I need to do?"

Gu Yan moved the stool over and placed it next to the bed, very close to her.

"Just sit there, you don't need to do anything."

"Close your eyes and relax, just like last time."

Cecilia nodded, her fingers lightly clenching the sheets.

She sat on the bed, her long white hair hanging down on both sides of her shoulders.

A cream-colored dress was spread out on a light gray bed sheet.

She was quiet and still, like a porcelain doll displayed in a shop window.

But her eyelashes were trembling slightly, and her breathing was noticeably faster than usual.