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"Sister Lan, this is too much trouble for you. And, if it gets photographed..."

"I'll handle those." Yu Tinglan waved her hand, displaying her usual capable demeanor. "Now is not the time for formalities. You're my savior, and I can't just stand by and watch something happen to you under my nose. Pack what you need, and let's go now."

Her reasons were sound, her attitude was firm, and she was completely considering Lu Fan's perspective.

Lu Fan was silent for two seconds, then nodded: "Okay. Thank you, Sister Lan."

His luggage was simple; he packed a carry-on suitcase and a backpack in less than twenty minutes.

Yu Tinglan put her mask and hat back on, carefully checked the peephole, and only after confirming that no one was in the corridor outside did she signal Lu Fan to follow.

The two quickly went downstairs, where a low-profile black SUV was already waiting. After they got in, the car smoothly drove away from the residential area.

In the car, Yu Tinglan took off her mask and let out a soft sigh. Her hair was stuck to her forehead with sweat, and her oversized sports jacket seemed a bit stuffy.

"You'd better stay home these next few days," Yu Tinglan said to Lu Fan, her expression serious. "I know Xingyue and Wang Huajian's ways. Once they start using these underhanded methods, they won't stop easily. You can use that house. Let me know if you need anything."

"Thank you, Sister Lan." Looking at her profile as she earnestly gave her instructions, Lu Fan felt a warmth resurface in his heart. This seemingly cold and aloof President Yu acted with a protective and considerate nature, demonstrating a strong sense of responsibility.

"Thank you again?" Yu Tinglan glanced at him, her face showing displeasure.

Before long, the car entered a high-end residential area with strict security, and finally stopped in the underground parking garage of a tower with a wide view.

The elevator goes directly to the floor.

Yu Tinglan entered the password and opened the door.

What comes into view is a large, single-level living room with a minimalist and modern style and excellent views, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering expansive city views.

The room was clean, but lacked a sense of life, clearly indicating that it was a residence used only occasionally.

"The password is your birthday; you can change it yourself. Basic necessities are provided. If you need anything, make a list and I'll have it delivered."

Yu Tinglan walked into the living room, naturally took off her heavy sports jacket, and casually draped it over the armrest of the sofa.

She was wearing a form-fitting dark gray yoga outfit underneath, which accentuated her smooth and toned body lines.

Sweat soaked a small patch of her clothes on the back, indicating that she had rushed there as soon as she received the news, without even having time to change her clothes.

"It's a bit hot," she casually explained, walking to the central air conditioning panel to lower the temperature. Then she took a small towel from her bag and wiped the sweat from the back of her neck.

Lu Fan looked away and put his suitcase aside: "This place is very nice. Thank you for your trouble, Sister Lan."

Lu Fan's gaze swept across the room.

"Is there a problem with the house?" Yu Tinglan now greatly admired Lu Fan's mystical arts.

Lu Fan walked to the glass cabinet next to the television, pointed to a medicine box inside, and said, "This cabinet is for storing books or ornaments, but not for medicine boxes, otherwise you'll easily get sick."

"Ah!" Yu Tinglan exclaimed, and hurriedly took out the medicine box and put it in the solid wood cabinet on the other side.

Following that, Lu Fan pointed out a few unsuitable aspects, and the two of them worked together to rearrange the layout of the house.

The two then sat back down on the sofa.

Yu Tinglan looked at Lu Fan with a smile in her eyes: "Inviting you to stay is a win-win situation for me. Do you know how expensive it is to hire a master to look at the feng shui of a home?"

Lu Fan smiled and said, "I'm not at a loss either, since I need to stay here too."

Yu Tinglan smiled and said, "I have something for you."

Then, she took out a tablet and pulled up some information: "This is the information of the ringleaders who are most ruthless in attacking you online. I had someone do a rough dig, and they are all paid to do it. There are professional online troll leaders and retail investors who want to make quick money."

Lu Fan took the tablet and quickly browsed through it. His gaze lingered on the information of several people for a moment.

"Thanks, Sister Lan." He put the tablet down.

"What do you plan to do? Gather evidence and file a lawsuit?" Yu Tinglan asked.

Lu Fan shook his head and didn't say anything. He walked to the center of the living room, sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes.

Yu Tinglan looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Lu Fan formed a strange hand seal with his hands, and there seemed to be a faint ripple of air around his fingertips. He murmured a few obscure syllables in a low voice, which carried a strange rhythm.

Finally, he bit the tip of his right index finger, drawing a bead of blood. He then gently touched the blood between his eyebrows.

A very faint red light flashed briefly between his brows.

Lu Fan opened his eyes, his face slightly paler.

"And what is this?" Yu Tinglan was now very curious about Lu Fan's abilities.

"I've cast a 'Karma Curse'," Lu Fan said calmly. "All those who participated in framing and smearing me with malicious intent will have their evil deeds returned to them tenfold within three days."

Yu Tinglan froze, a chill running down her spine.

She had witnessed Lu Fan's abilities before, but this kind of mysterious method still made her tremble with fear.

The "Bad Luck Charm" requires physical contact with the target, but this "Cause and Effect Curse" can attack remotely, which is incredibly powerful.

"Won't this... harm you?" Yu Tinglan thought of the backlash Lu Fan had just mentioned.

"A little backlash is nothing to worry about." Lu Fan stood up and sat back down on the sofa. "Just do more good deeds."

"I understand," Yu Tinglan murmured softly, keeping Lu Fan's words in mind. "So, what are you planning to do next?"

Lu Fan's gaze fell on the calligraphy brush on the table, and he replied, "Take the initiative! I'll talk to Xing Yue about terminating the contract today."

"You don't need to worry about the penalty for breach of contract. I'm just worried that Wang Huajian won't let you leave so easily and join Jiaxing's group," Yu Tinglan said in a deep voice.

Lu Fan's gaze was firm: "I will make them have no choice but to let me leave, and they will also have to pay me a penalty for breach of contract."

Lu Fan's voice wasn't loud, but to Yu Tinglan, it gave her a sense of complete control.

Previously, Yu Tinglan paid more attention to Lu Fan because of the life-saving grace.

After just one day of getting to know him, she discovered that Lu Fan was far more outstanding and capable than she had imagined.

She always felt that she could protect Lu Fan.

It seems that she will need Lu Fan to protect her now.

Actually, she was under a lot of pressure to help Lu Fan. But at this moment, she suddenly relaxed, and she was glad that she hadn't stood against Lu Fan.

Otherwise, she would have died a terrible death.

Relaxing, she stood up: "Oh dear, I haven't finished my yoga session yet? You don't mind if I do it here, do you?"

"Watching beautiful women practice yoga is a delightful experience," Lu Fan joked with a smile.

The atmosphere shifted from tense and heavy to relaxed in an instant.

Yu Tinglan took out a yoga mat, laid it on the ground, and began to do some stretching exercises. Her body stretched out, and her posture became graceful.

Lu Fan admired Yu Tinglan's figure; her legs were slender and straight, and every movement she made possessed an indescribable beauty.

After a while, Yu Tinglan made a movement that required balance, and her body swayed slightly.

"Xiao Fan," she turned her head, her voice softer than usual, "could you come over and help me support my legs? I'm a little unsteady in this position."

Lu Fan walked over and, following her instructions, gently supported her raised leg with his palm.

It feels warm to the touch, and you can feel the tension in the muscles and the smoothness of the skin through the thin fabric.

Yu Tinglan remained in that position, her breathing slightly rapid, her cheeks flushed. She didn't look at Lu Fan, but the air in the entire room seemed thick and ambiguous.

Lu Fan held on firmly, his gaze calm, revealing no emotion.

More than ten minutes later, Yu Tinglan slowly stopped, stood up, and smoothed her hair.

Lu Fan also turned around and sat back down on the sofa.

"Xiao Fan, thank you." Yu Tinglan was in a very good mood. "Then I'd like to get this done for Xiao Xiao. Call me if you need anything."

Yu Tinglan gave a few brief instructions, put on her coat, and left completely covered up, resolutely refusing to let Lu Fan see her off.

Lu Fan felt both helpless and touched; the person he had casually saved years ago was now showing him great care.

Just then, his phone screen lit up.

He walked over, picked it up, and saw a text message: Want to know who's messing with you? Tomorrow morning at 10 a.m., at the old teahouse in the west of the city.