Chapter 135: Just Ask Him Directly

Lu Xun handed the contract to Yan Zhixu along with a pen. "Ah Xu, I had a professional lawyer look over the contract, and there’s no problem with it. Please take a final look, and if everything is fine, you can sign it."

His face was full of eagerness, hoping she would sign the contract.

This was a chance for her to make a comeback, a complete turnaround!

Yan Zhixu took the pen and opened the contract, signing her name decisively at the end of the last page. 

It was quick and clean, without hesitation, so straightforward it was almost refreshing.

After signing, she handed the contract and pen back to him. "It’s done."

Lu Xun gripped the pen tightly, his eyes filled with emotion. He sniffled, his fair face glowing with both joy and guilt.

Ah Xu trusted his work ability so much, and he was determined to work even harder. 

If he had been more competent before, Ah Xu wouldn’t have been so heavily criticized.

Lu Xun nodded firmly. "Ah Xu, don’t worry, I’ll do my best!"

Yan Zhixu smiled softly. "Mm."

After hearing Lu Xun’s words, Yan Jinxiu’s earlier displeasure faded a little.

His work ability might not be top-notch, but at least he wasn’t completely hopeless.

Although his uncle wouldn't cause trouble for his sister, hiring a professional lawyer to check the contract without knowing the relationship between the two was still something that could be salvaged.

Yan Zheng nodded and gave a soft compliment. "You did well."

This manager, though flamboyant, didn’t seem the type to spark rumors with Ah Xu. He was more like Ah Xu’s male confidant.

"Thank you."

Lu Xun felt a bit embarrassed but was mostly excited—he had just been praised by the big boss!

Yan Zhixu casually asked, "By the way, do you know who else is participating in the variety show?"

Lu Xun shook his head, indicating that he didn’t know.

His brows furrowed, and after pausing for a moment, he lifted his head.

"Ah Xu, if you really want to know, I can ask around?"

But Director Nan had done a good job with this, so there might not be any useful information to uncover.

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Yan Zhixu gently pressed her tongue against her teeth. "No need."

Seeing her interested for once, Nan Wenshu immediately patted the sofa she was sitting on.

"What’s there to ask around for? Don’t worry! If you want to know, I’ll just call him directly."

She said this with complete confidence, and somehow, it felt convincing, as though no task was beyond her reach.

Realizing Nan Wenshu’s identity, Lu Xun’s eyes widened in shock, as if a whole new world had opened up before him.

It was true—money could really make anything possible. What would be a difficult task for others was as easy as a single phone call for Mrs. Yan.

"No need." Yan Zhixu gently refused, then turned to Lu Xun. "Is there anything else, Brother Lu?"

"Ah Xu, you’re about to start working. You can’t be without an assistant to take care of you. Do you think we can start considering hiring an assistant?"

When he mentioned it, Yan Zhixu remembered that it had been quite a while since the last assistant was dismissed by the otherworldly woman.

"Mm."

"By the way, when we hire the assistant, I need to go to the studio to check it out."

There were some truly malicious and devious people that should not be hired.

Lu Xun had no objections and nodded repeatedly. "Of course, that’s a must."

The assistant was hired to take care of Ah Xu, so the choice of candidate had to meet her satisfaction.

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After finalizing everything, Lu Xun hurriedly left the Yan family mansion with the briefcase.

He needed to send the contract to Director Nan soon. Only once the formalities were complete could he stop worrying about the resources being snatched away.

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  Chapter 134: Seeing Through But Not Speaking Out

The tension melted away, and Lu Xun stood up with excitement, a clear joy on his face. "Ah Xu, baby..."

Just as he turned his head, the sight of the Yan family—Mr. Yan, Mrs. Yan, and their son—walking in together met his eyes.

Mr. and Mrs. Yan were strikingly good-looking, exuding an understated aura that only comes with time and cannot be obtained in a day.

Especially Mr. Yan, who looked gentle and harmless, but there was something inexplicably intimidating about him.

Lu Xun felt that hidden behind his gaze was a beast, one that, when angered, could tear its enemies to shreds.

"Mr. Yan, Mrs. Yan, Young Master Yan... I sincerely apologize for not notifying you in advance and disturbing you like this."

Lu Xun’s body tensed up, standing and greeting each of them, resembling a student caught in the act by a strict teacher.

Yan Zhixu sat on the sofa, her hand resting on the side cushion. "Brother Lu, relax, no need to be nervous."

She then straightened her back.

Pouring a glass of water, she handed it to him. "Here, drink. It’ll quench your thirst."

Lu Xun took the cup from her and drank it all in one go, looking as if he were drinking poison, making anyone unaware think it was something lethal.

Lu Xun was touched. "Thank you, Ah Xu."

Ah Xu was truly a kind little angel, so considerate of him, sob sob sob.

"..."

Yan Jinxiu sat down, casting a glance at Lu Xun with an obvious look of disdain in his eyes.

No matter how he looked at him, he found the manager to be both foolish and overly flamboyant, the kind whose IQ could be contagious.

Seeing Yan Zhixu's concern for Lu Xun, he held back, barely stopping a sarcastic remark from escaping his mouth.

Yan Zheng sat down and raised his hand to his mouth. "Cough, cough, cough..."

Nan Wenshu, looking anxious, believed it and innocently asked, "Honey, do you have a cold? Should I ask the butler to prepare some medicine for you?"

How strange, how could he catch a cold on such a hot day? He was fine when they left home, but suddenly ill after coming out of the hospital? The air conditioning there wasn’t even that cold.

Lu Xun didn’t think much of it and asked out of concern, "Mr. Yan, are you feeling unwell?"

Yan Zhixu raised an eyebrow, poured another glass of water, and handed it to him.

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Her eyes were full of understanding. "Dad, drink this. It’ll soothe your throat, you’ll feel better."

Yan Zheng took the cup and sipped, feeling the plain water somehow tasted sweet.

His daughter was so thoughtful, even finding a way to help him out of an awkward situation. He didn’t have to feel embarrassed.

He put the cup down. "After soothing my throat, I do feel much better."

Nan Wenshu looked suspicious. Could plain water really be that effective?

Yan Jinxiu scoffed with a hint of meaning.

The old man’s jealousy was truly immense. First, he was jealous of his wife’s celebrity crush, and now he was even jealous of a flamboyant manager hanging around his daughter.

Hopeless.

Rolling his eyes, he hugged a cushion and took out his phone, starting a game.

He knew that his father had double standards, so this time, he was smart enough not to call him out.

After seeing Lu Xun relax a little, Yan Zhixu propped her head up with one hand. "Brother Lu, is there something you need?"

Her prompt made Lu Xun remember what he had come for.

He grabbed the briefcase sitting on the sofa, pulled out a contract from inside, and his face lit up with excitement. "Ah Xu, Ah Xu, Director Nan sent you an invitation! He wants you to join the variety show 'Starting from Zero' he’s planning to shoot!"

Director Nan's shows were highly sought after in the industry, with many celebrities eager to appear on them.

He never expected Director Nan would invite Ah Xu, let alone send the contract over directly.

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  Chapter 133: The Doctor and the Patient’s Family

After Fu Shimo finished his examination, he took off his stethoscope and pulled a pen from the pocket of his white coat. He wrote down a list of traditional Chinese medicine ingredients on a piece of paper.

Once done, he capped the pen and returned it to his pocket.

He took the prescription and handed it to Yan Zhixu. "Have these medicines prepared and make sure your grandfather takes them daily. Long-term use will help with his recovery."

She nodded, reached out, and took the prescription. "Alright."

The moment they exchanged the note, their fingertips lightly brushed against each other.

His fingers were cold, but in the scorching summer heat, they felt like the perfect antidote to the heat.

Yan Zhixu looked at the list of herbs, casually stuffed it into her pocket.

Yan Zheng: "..."

He was the head of the family, so why did Director Fu bypass him and give the prescription directly to Ah Xu?

His thoughts were unclear, and he looked at Fu Shimo, subtly and carefully observing him.

No matter how he looked at it, he couldn’t find any clues.

Fu Shimo’s expression was calm and natural, as if he had simply handed the prescription to whoever was nearby.

Yan Zheng's eyes showed a hint of concern. "Ah Xu, give me the prescription. You’re busy, and you can't keep track of things at the hospital."

Yan Zhixu ignored him and looked at Fu Shimo, her lips slightly parted. "Do you have any more notes?"

Seemingly knowing what she wanted, he didn’t ask and immediately pulled out a pen and a stack of sticky notes, handing them to her.

"Thanks."

Taking the items, Yan Zhixu took out the prescription from her pocket and copied the herbs onto several pieces of paper.

After finishing, she capped the pen and distributed the notes to everyone present.

Her expression was calm and composed. "Everyone has a copy now, it will be more convenient."

Her explanation was flawless, and Yan Zheng didn’t find anything wrong. He put the prescription back in his pocket.

He smiled with approval. "Not bad, not bad. Ah Xu is always thoughtful."

Having a daughter was truly great—she was practically a little padded jacket, always looking out for others.

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Yan Zhixu returned the remaining sticky notes and pen to Fu Shimo, who naturally took them and placed them back in his pocket.

The two maintained calm expressions, embodying the professional relationship between a doctor and the family of a patient, with no trace of ambiguity.

Yan Jinxiu looked at the sticky notes with the prescription handed to him and raised an eyebrow.

With a lazy tone, he said, "I’m busy with school, this prescription is of no use to me."

Nan Wenshu covered her face, feeling like her son might be in trouble with her husband again.

Her instincts proved correct.

Yan Zheng stuffed the sticky note into his trousers pocket. "Busy? Are you busier than your sister? Or your older brother? Or your mom and I?"

Yan Jinxiu: "Damn, I shouldn’t have said anything. Whatever I say, it’s always wrong."

"Well, you’re all very busy."

So, does that mean he’s the only one with free time? Didn’t they know he was a high school sophomore?

And his mom is busy? Busy with chasing stars? His dad said that without feeling guilty.

Fu Shimo’s gaze landed on the pocket of Yan Zhixu’s pants. A faint smile flickered in his deep eyes, so subtle it was almost imperceptible.

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After spending the morning at the hospital, they finally returned to the Mansion.

As soon as they entered the house, they saw Lu Xun sitting in the living room, waiting.

Perhaps due to the absence of any real host, he looked somewhat stiff, sitting up straight and not daring to move casually.

Yan Zhixu walked toward the sofa. "Brother Lu."

The familiar voice sounded, and to Lu Xun’s ears, it was like a melody from the heavens.

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  Chapter 132: Perfectly Exemplified Double Standards

After Mr. Yan finished his breakfast, the young nurse cleared away the food box and exited the room.

Fu Shimo, holding a stethoscope in one hand, stepped toward the bedside.

As he passed by Yan Zhixu, his gaze subtly landed on her.

She was wearing a white short-sleeve shirt, exposing a portion of her fair arm.

Her white high-waisted sports pants made her legs look exceptionally long.

Although the pants were somewhat loose, hiding the true shape of her legs, he gave her a quick glance and roughly estimated her figure.

The little friend’s body had the golden ratio, and her legs were surely no exception.

He didn’t pause his steps and walked directly toward the bed, brushing past her.

This subtle assessment went unnoticed by everyone else in the room, but how could Yan Zhixu, the one being observed, not sense it?

She lowered her head, glanced at her legs, then raised her eyes to look at Fu Shimo’s back, a glimmer of amusement flashing in her eyes.

It seemed like she had discovered a little secret about Director Fu. The seemingly refined and aloof director was actually quite reserved and flirtatious at his core.

But this sense of restraint was truly attractive, and it drew her in...

Yan Jinxiu noticed her expression, "What are you daydreaming about? Are your thoughts about to run away?"

Yan Zhixu suppressed the amusement in her eyes and sat down on a chair.

"I’m thinking about things that you little kids wouldn't understand." She crossed her legs, idly swinging one leg, exuding a wild and unruly vibe.

Their conversation wasn’t in a hushed tone, and everyone in the room could hear it clearly.

Yan Shilin shot her a glare, his eyes full of frustration as if he was about to punch the air.

Director Fu was still here, and yet, here she was, sitting and acting so casual.

How could someone like Little Fu possibly take a liking to her with such a disrespectful attitude?!

This granddaughter really had no future, and all his efforts were wasted on her.

Seeing her father glare at his daughter, Yan Zheng’s previously calm and friendly demeanor vanished.

"Little brat, this is a hospital room, it needs to be quiet. What are you doing? If you want to talk, go outside. Don’t disturb your sister, and especially don’t disturb Director Fu while he’s treating your grandfather."

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The scolding words came quickly, without a pause.

Yan Jinxiu: "…"

It was so sudden.

He understood not disturbing Director Fu—it made sense that a medical consultation shouldn’t be interrupted, as it could affect the decision-making process.

But why couldn’t his sister be disturbed? Was she sitting there thinking about some national issue that couldn’t be interrupted?!

"Son, behave, and shut your mouth."

If she angered her husband, this troublesome son would truly regret it.

Nan Wenshu patted his shoulder with sympathy, and a hint of schadenfreude in her voice.

"Alright, I’ll keep quiet."

Yan Jinxiu rubbed his forehead and snorted, showing no interest in the caring words.

Don’t think he didn’t notice—the smile in his mother’s eyes couldn’t be concealed.

Her acting was really bad, and she hadn’t learned anything from her idol.

Yan Zhixu saw how frustrated Yan Jinxiu looked and praised, "Now that’s being obedient."

Her little brother had a very low status at home, barely above the dog, truly a "difficult sibling."

Yan Jinxiu: "…"

He was done. Everyone else had spoken, but his dad didn’t reprimand them at all. He didn’t even show any intention of interfering.

This truly exemplified double standards in action.

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  Chapter 131: Miss Yan is Right

Upon hearing the noise, everyone in the hospital room simultaneously turned their gaze toward the door.

A young nurse, dressed in a nurse's uniform, holding a food box, walked to the bedside after greeting everyone with a perfectly timed smile.

She opened the food box and placed it on the small cabinet beside the bed. "Mr. Yan, here is your breakfast for today."

Yan Shilin looked at the bowl of white chicken porridge with disdain and waved his hand, "Little girl, do you have any chili? Can you add some chili?"

The meals in the hospital are bland, and now, just hearing the word "bland" annoys him.

"Well..." The young nurse hesitated, her face showing a bit of embarrassment.

Mr. Yan's diet had been specially instructed by the hospital director, and she truly didn't dare to make any decisions on her own.

Moreover... after Mr. Yan asked, she clearly felt the intense, almost scorching gaze from the other family members directed at her, with faces slightly darkened.

She gave an official response, "This might require consulting the attending doctor..."

Mr. Yan's attending physician happened to be the hospital director.

"Consult about what?"

A deep, magnetic voice sounded, and Fu Shimo walked into the room, his cold gaze landing on the nurse, who was now smiling happily.

"Director, Mr. Yan wants to eat something with a stronger flavor."

Now that the director was here, she was finally relieved and no longer had to face the persistent, stubborn old man.

The joy came so suddenly that she almost wished she could disappear from the room at that moment.

Fu Shimo's expression remained unchanged as he repeated, "Stronger flavor."

Upon seeing him, Yan Shilin's face showed urgency, desperately wanting a positive answer.

"Little Fu, Ah Xu said I can't eat spicy food, but this bland soup is really hard to swallow every meal."

He was speaking as if to elicit sympathy, but his eager expression and slightly raised voice made his attempt at pity fall flat.

Fu Shimo's gaze subtly shifted toward the lazy, cat-like Yan Zhixu, his eyes darkening. "Miss Yan is right."

Upon hearing his magnetic voice, Yan Zhixu looked up, lazily lifted her eyelids, and smirked, "Thank you for the compliment, Director Fu."

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She said, her gaze falling on him, her eyes full of mockery.

Tsk, when no one else is around, he calls her "little friend," but when there are people, he calls her "Miss Yan."

Fu Shimo’s voice remained steady, "Given your current health condition, you cannot eat spicy or stimulating foods for the time being."

His cold words instantly crushed Yan Shilin’s eager hopes.

He slumped, lowering his head, a look of grievance clearly visible on his aging face.

However, no one in the room was moved by his seemingly pitiful expression; no one’s heart softened.

Although satisfying one’s cravings could bring temporary joy, it could trigger a series of reactions that might undo all the previous efforts.

Yan Zhixu moved her wrist slightly, "Grandfather, do you need me to feed you? If you don’t eat soon, the porridge will get cold."

Seeing her gesture, the others in the room: "..."

It was clearly a caring statement, but her stance, filled with confrontation, made it easy for others to misinterpret her intentions.

Yan Shilin snorted coldly, "Eat, why wouldn’t I eat?!"

Man is iron, rice is steel; if you skip a meal, you feel miserable. Although it doesn’t taste very good, he can’t let himself suffer from hunger.

Yan Zheng saw the old man’s quick movements and smiled with amusement, probably because he was really hungry. "Dad, slow down."

The old man ignored them completely, too lazy to even respond, silently drinking the porridge with rapid movements, as though he were venting his frustration.

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 Chapter 130: Bad Luck

Yan Zhixu followed his gaze and noticed the nurse's look of disdain.

She raised her hand and lightly patted his shoulder before stepping away.

His role as a women's friend had just cost him a small admirer.

Sheng Jinyun: ?????  

Completely bewildered, not understanding what just happened.

"During work hours, strolling in the hallway, you seem very free." Suddenly, a deep voice rang out behind him.

Sheng Jinyun’s body tensed, and his heart nearly bled. He turned and saw Fu Shimo standing behind him.

He was wearing a white coat, one hand tucked into his pocket, seemingly on his way to do rounds, with a stethoscope hanging around his neck.

The aura he exuded was both intimidating and alluring, but at the same time, an overwhelming pressure surrounded him.

Sheng Jinyun, feeling highly nervous, replied, "Free? That must be your illusion. Actually, I’m very busy."

He wasn’t lying; he really was busy.

He had many surgeries to perform, and a lot of babies waiting for him to deliver.

A big man like him working in obstetrics and gynecology every day had a lot of pressure.

Fu Shimo’s gaze was cold and indifferent. "I don’t see you as busy."

Perhaps he had too much free time, which is why he could run around to different departments.

Fu Shimo pushed his glasses up and said, "No bonus for this month."

With that, he turned and walked past Sheng Jinyun, heading straight for the ward where Yan Shilin was.

Sheng Jinyun stood there: "…"

He pressed his hand to his chest, looking devastated.

What kind of terrible luck was he having today? In just one day, he kept losing money.

There was already little money in his account, and now his bonus was deducted. His already tight life was made even harder.

After a few seconds of mourning, he took a deep breath, pulled himself together, and walked out of the inpatient department.

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In the ward.

Yan Zhixu pushed open the door, and the conversation between the people inside halted.

Nan Wenshu’s face showed urgency. "Ah Xu, what did Director Fu say?"

Her gaze turned to Grandpa Yan, her tone calm but with a hint of joy in her eyes.

"He’s almost done with the treatment, and there’s no major issue left. He’ll recover soon."

Nan Wenshu was both shocked and delighted. "Ah Xu, you didn’t misunderstand, right?"

Before Yan Zhixu could answer, Yan Shilin, lying on the hospital bed, immediately voiced his displeasure.

"How could Ah Xu have misunderstood?"

After shouting this out in a strong voice, he looked at Yan Zheng, standing by the bed. "Little Fu already said my condition is fine, so hurry up and buy me a spicy hot pot."

He had been eating hospital food for nearly two years.

The meals at Jiuwan were good, nutritious, and well-balanced, but he still felt uncomfortable without some chili.

Yan Zhixu leaned against the wall and crushed Yan Shilin's pleasant fantasies without mercy. "Grandpa, you can’t eat spicy food."

His body was still weak, and before fully recovering, spicy and stimulating foods were off-limits.

Hearing his daughter’s firm stance, Yan Zheng didn’t bother asking Yan Jinxiu for his opinion.

He directly made the decision. "Dad, Ah Xu said so. You can’t eat spicy food."

No one in the ward was on his side, and Yan Shilin felt a deep sense of both frustration and grievance.

He hadn’t had spicy food for a long time, and he was starting to forget what chili tasted like.

But he couldn’t lose face in front of everyone, so Yan Shilin glared back.

"You yourself said it, not from Little Fu’s mouth! Little Fu is the doctor, not Ah Xu!"

His voice was fierce, filled with anger and frustration.

"Click—"

Suddenly, the door to the ward was pushed open.  

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  Chapter 129: A Model-like, Dogged Follower

After a few seconds of silence, Sheng Jinyun’s heart bled.

Had he known it would turn out like this, he would have bolted at the first opportunity.

Staying here meant having his wages deducted, while being followed by his aunt and asked to pay for services rendered.

No matter how you looked at it, this choice was grim. These two were both incredibly scheming at their core.

He pulled out his phone. "WeChat transfer."

"Mm."

Yan Zhixu took out her phone and handed him the QR code for payment.

Sheng Jinyun gritted his teeth, his resolve hardening. He hesitated for less than five seconds before raising his phone to scan the code.

He quickly entered the amount. With every extra zero he typed, a sharp pain tugged at his heart, and even though he didn’t have a heart condition, he nearly had a heart attack.

"WeChat transfer complete, 20,000 yuan!"

The notification sound from WeChat echoed in his ears.

Seeing the extra money in his wallet, Yan Zhixu slid her phone back into her pocket.

Sheng Jinyun: "..."

He glanced at the balance in his bank account and sighed deeply, realizing just how tough life was.

This bloody lesson had taught him one thing: never casually walk into someone’s office just because you have a good relationship with them.

Knocking first was truly important!!!

Yan Zhixu glanced at him, looking a little downcast. "Next time you need something, find me, and I’ll give you an 80% discount."

Upon hearing this, a flash of fear crossed Sheng Jinyun’s face.

He laughed awkwardly, "Heh… will do, will do."

Having gone through something like this once was enough. He definitely didn’t want to experience it a second time.

Yan Zhixu took out a red hundred-yuan note from her pocket.

With nimble fingers, she folded it a few times, creating a small, delicate charm.

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She handed it to Sheng Jinyun. "Here, a free gift."

When he saw the charm resting in her palm, his previously downcast mood evaporated, replaced by an overwhelming sense of joy.

He took the charm, carefully stuffed it into his pocket, and patted it, feeling reassured.

"Thank you, Auntie. From now on, you’re my real auntie, the kind that even the King of Heaven can’t replace."

Spending 20,000 yuan for a charm seemed like a bargain, especially considering he had witnessed the charm’s power firsthand. It could save his life in a critical moment!

This wasn’t just a charm—it was a literal life-saving armor, a universal golden body!

Yan Zhixu looked at him with disdain. "Forget it. I don’t want a nephew as big as you."

Sheng Jinyun wasn’t the least bit disheartened. He continued to smile broadly and called out, "Auntie."

As long as it kept him safe, he would call her anything—if she wanted him to call her "ancestor," he’d do that too.

"…"

At the nurse's station in the middle of the hallway.

The distance was a bit far, and the nurse on duty couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she clearly heard the sound of a WeChat transfer!

Dr. Sheng transferred 20,000 to this woman, and she gave him a folded hundred-yuan note in return.

In other words, within a short time, this woman made a net profit of 19,900 yuan!!

And Dr. Sheng didn’t even look the slightest bit reluctant. He smiled genuinely, his expression sincere, like he was truly happy.

The nurse eyed Dr. Sheng, scrutinizing him from head to toe, then scoffed and turned away.

Dr. Sheng was quite handsome, and he had many admirers at the hospital.

But who would have guessed that someone with such good looks and prospects was, in fact, a complete and utter doormat!?

If he weren’t, how could he possibly engage in such a thankless and foolish act?

The nurse's gaze was too intense, and when Sheng Jinyun looked over, he caught her turning her head in exasperation.

????? 

What was going on? Why did she suddenly look at him like that?

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  Chapter 127: The Child's Analysis is Correct

The veins on the back of the man's hand were clearly visible, and his cold white fingers had no warmth, just like him—cold and distant.

Yan Zhixu leaned forward, her hands clasped together, supporting her chin on them, looking very much like she was listening intently.

Fu Shimo pulled the medical records he had placed earlier and handed them to her.

Opening it, the thick stack of records all belonged to the old man.

Since his hospitalization and treatment, there had been detailed records for every day.

His handwriting was unlike many doctors' scribbled notes; it was elegant and graceful.

Yan Zhixu lowered her head, carefully flipping through the hospitalization files on the table. Her eyes were cold and clear, occasionally flashing with seriousness.

She scanned the records quickly, reading with great speed, getting a general understanding of the old man's condition.

Closing the files with a faint sound, she leaned back in her chair, crossing her fingers and resting them behind her head as if laying it on a pillow.

Her attitude was casual, almost lazy, but the solemn and cold gleam in her eyes made it clear that she wasn’t indifferent to the old man’s condition.

Yan Zhixu spoke with certainty, “Hepatocyte necrosis.”

Although Director Fu hadn’t written the diagnosis in the records, she had been through countless worlds and had worked as a doctor before. Her medical skills weren’t world-class, but they were far from mediocre.

She could understand the medical terms, the specialized words, and the description of the disease in the records.

“Correct.” Fu Shimo lightly tapped the desk.

He took a pen from the pen holder, without any unnecessary flourishes, unscrewed the cap, and with extreme precision, circled the key parts on the medical records.

“Old Master Yan was diagnosed with acute liver failure as soon as he entered Jiuan Hospital.”

“In the year or so since, his bilirubin levels have risen significantly, with too many necrotic cells, leaving the liver with very little function.”

“After prolonged treatment, Old Master Yan’s condition has improved from severe acute liver failure to moderate cellular necrosis.”

His gaze was focused, and with a pen in hand, he pointed at the highlighted sections of the records.

Under his glasses, his eyes were serious and intent, looking like a young professor lecturing his students. Beneath his clothes, there was an aura of restraint.

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Yan Zhixu took the records from his hand and propped her head up with one hand.

Tilting her head lazily, she spoke with casual ease, “Acute liver failure turning into moderate cellular necrosis. After more treatment, if bilirubin drops, transaminases disappear, and the moderate cellular necrosis turns into a common condition, bilirubin won’t rise again. At that point, liver protection and transaminase-lowering drugs will quickly lead to a full recovery.”

A star and a doctor, from two completely different fields, yet there was no communication barrier whatsoever.

“The child’s analysis is very correct.”

After hearing her words, there was no surprise in Fu Shimo’s eyes. It seemed as though her knowledge didn’t surprise him at all.

A few traces of admiration appeared in his deep, mysterious eyes, but they quickly disappeared, so fast that it was hard to catch.

“Tsk.”

Seeing his gaze still calm as usual, Yan Zhixu released her hand from her head and lazily stood up from her seat.

She placed both hands on the desk, slightly bending her waist and leaning forward, closing the distance between them instantly.

Yan Zhixu’s demeanor was brimming with a rebellious air, and she let out a light chuckle as she spoke, “Director Fu, since I analyzed it correctly, I wonder if there’s any reward?”

(End of Chapter)

 Chapter 128: Learn to Fight for Yourself

Although she was asking for something, there was no trace of coquettishness on her face, only a teasing glint in her eyes, as if she were deliberately toying with him.

One was seated, the other standing, and neither of them was in a position of submission.

The posture was inexplicably a bit ambiguous, yet the atmosphere between them remained clear and cold, not at all romantic.

Fu Shimo's hand, resting on the desk, barely clenched, with no excess flesh, and his fingers, thin and long, moved slightly.

"Oh? What reward does the little one want? Tell me, let's hear it."

After speaking, he leaned back, reclining in the black swivel chair behind the desk.

His posture was casual and scholarly, exuding immense attraction.

Especially with the white lab coat he was wearing, it was as if he was performing a seductive uniform act, making it feel as though one was unknowingly drawn into temptation.

Yan Zhixu's eyes greedily fixed on his flawless hands.

Her gaze was intense, like a burning fire.

Her tone was calm, "Nothing much, I just want to touch them."

Upon hearing her words, Fu Shimo let out a low, raspy laugh.

A flash of something sharp appeared in his eyes before it quickly vanished.

"Little one, if you want something, you need to learn to fight for it."

His voice carried an endless allure, like a sea siren drawing one into a trap.

Yan Zhixu nodded in agreement with his words, her lips curling into a smile, "You're right, well said."

No matter how many times she looked at his hands, they still held the same irresistible allure.

Tsk, they were so perfect that one couldn’t help but want to possess them.

She didn’t reach out immediately, and the two maintained their stance.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a gentle golden light on them.

Their eyes met, the atmosphere natural, yet it felt as if they were subtly at odds.

There was a sense of tension, as if they were on equal footing, locked in a quiet confrontation.

“Click—”

Suddenly, the office door swung open, and the carefully built atmosphere dissipated in an instant.

The person standing in the doorway looked at the two of them and froze, eyes wide with shock.

Sheng Jinyun felt a chill down his spine, his back cold with sweat, and his heart raced in panic.

"Sorry, you can just pretend I’m not here. Continue, continue..."

His thoughts were a mess. Did he just accidentally ruin something between his aunt and his boss, who also happened to be his brother?

He backed away, intending to leave the office and kindly close the door behind him.

Yan Zhixu gave a regretful glance at those hands before retracting her own and straightening up.

Turning around, she glanced toward the door, "What’s the hurry?"

Sheng Jinyun: "..."

Under her gaze, his smile became extremely awkward.

Was Auntie stopping him from leaving? Was she planning on getting back at him?

She took a few steps toward the door and then stopped, "Let’s go."

Sheng Jinyun, looking embarrassed, glanced at Fu Shimo, whose expression was as calm as water. He began to doubt if he had misinterpreted the situation.

It didn’t seem like Auntie was flirting with the boss after all.

Fearing that he would lose his wages if he stayed too long, he hesitated before finally leaving the office and hurriedly followed her.

In the hallway.

After walking a few steps, Yan Zhixu suddenly stopped, turned, and looked at the person behind her.

Her expression was neutral, showing no sign of anger or happiness, "By the way, I forgot to ask for the payment for helping you with the peach blossom curse earlier."

"Considering our acquaintance, I’ll give you a discount—20,000 is enough."

"Cash or bank transfer, WeChat or Alipay? Just transfer it to me."

She rattled off her demands without giving him a moment to respond or protest.

Sheng Jinyun: "..."

He was sure that his aunt was doing this on purpose.

But he couldn’t refute it. After all, she had indeed dealt with the peach blossom curse.

He had no words to argue, and paying for services rendered was just common sense.

(End of Chapter)  

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  Chapter 126: The Death of a Matchmaker's Heart

After the two of them left, only a few people remained in the hospital room.

Nan Wenshu watched as Fu Shimo's figure disappeared, shaking her head with a sigh, feeling regretful in her heart.

She had seen Director Fu a few times, and every time she couldn’t help but admire his extraordinary appearance and demeanor—he was truly a gem among men.  

Her daughter was truly blind to not see that. Why would she choose that little pretty boy Gu Jiu? No matter how you compare them, Fu Shimo was far superior.  

Seeing her continue to stare in the direction Fu Shimo had left, Yan Zheng stepped forward and stood beside her.  

He put his arm around Nan Wenshu's waist, his eyes dark and cold, “What’s wrong? Is Director Fu really that attractive?”  

Before she could answer, the Old Master Yan, with his keen hearing, answered instead, glancing at them with a look of disdain.  

“Director Fu is indeed outstanding, and naturally very attractive to many young girls.”  

“But you two can stop your matchmaking plans. In my opinion, Director Fu, this high-ranking flower, would never look at something as vile as Zhixu.”  

Although the old man was ill, his body was not particularly weak, and his voice was strong, clearly heard throughout the room.  

Yan Zheng: “...”  

His hand that had been around Nan Wenshu’s waist paused and silently withdrew.  

He looked at the old man, unusually silent, his gaze drifting.  

They... weren’t on the same wavelength, making communication difficult.  

He was trying to stop his wife from paying attention to other men, but the old man thought they were plotting something regarding Director Fu.

“Pfft—”  

Yan Jinxiu couldn’t hold it in, turning his head and laughing without giving his father any face.  

His dad was clearly acting out of jealousy, but how could Grandpa think like that?  

This laugh, however, immediately stirred the pot.

Yan Zheng shot a cold look at him. “Is it funny? Or did you think of something that made you happy? Want to share it with me?”  

After glaring at Yan Jinxiu, he tried to adjust his expression, making an effort to seem kinder.  

“Dad, Zhixu isn’t that bad.”  

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His daughter could never be compared to something as vile as cow dung!  

Fu Shimo was a giant in the medical field, young with exceptional skills, but his daughter wasn’t any less impressive.  

The old man sighed, holding back his impatience, and waved his hand. “Don’t talk to me. When I hear you babbling, it’s like there’s a fly buzzing in my ear.”

Of course, his granddaughter wasn’t bad; he didn’t need this son to remind him of that.  

Zhixu was excellent and beautiful, but occasionally she’d do something foolish, and when she did, it could last for at least two years.  

Seeing the two of them, who originally had different thoughts, now talking around Zhixu, Nan Wenshu rubbed her forehead.  

It was a beginning with no connection but ending up with a shared conclusion—truly remarkable.  

——  

Outside the hospital room,  

Yan Zhixu saw that Fu Shimo had no intention of stopping to chat in the hallway, so she didn’t interrupt to ask anything.  

Together, they walked into his office.  

The office of the director was clean and refreshing, with an atmosphere as cold and unapproachable as Fu Shimo himself.  

She pulled out a chair and casually leaned back in it, sitting in a lazy posture as if she had no bones.  

“Director Fu, is it time to talk now?”  

Fu Shimo placed the medical records on the neatly organized desk, then sat in the black office chair behind it.  

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing a portion of his forearm. Though his skin was pale, his arm muscles were tight and exuded strength.  

“Mm, it’s time.”  

Fu Shimo placed his hand on the desk and lightly tapped it, producing a faint sound.  

(End of Chapter)  

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  Chapter 125: They All Have Ulterior Motives

After breakfast, the family headed to Ji’an Hospital.  

As they entered the inpatient department, they ran into Sheng Jinyun, who had just finished his rounds and was heading back to his office.  

The moment he saw her, his face broke into a smile as he walked toward her, greeting her with a familiar tone. "Little Aunt, you're here at the hospital?"  

Ever since the last incident, his attitude toward Yan Zhixu had become extremely warm and filled with admiration.  

"Mm." She nodded, too lazy to argue over his way of addressing her.  

Yan Zheng, standing off to the side, observed their conversation. He glanced at Sheng Jinyun with a faint look of displeasure in his eyes.  

With his refined face and aloof smile, Yan Zheng's presence exuded a commanding aura that made others hesitant to underestimate him.  

He interrupted their conversation, "Let's go. Don't keep your grandfather waiting too long."  

Upon hearing this, Sheng Jinyun didn’t continue chatting with Yan Zhixu. He nodded to them and stepped aside, passing by her.  

He felt a strange chill down his back. Why did it feel like Yan Zheng’s gaze was odd?  

Shaking his head, he dismissed the strange thoughts that started creeping in.  

With a soft "click," Yan Zheng opened the door to the old man’s hospital room.  

Yan Zheng furrowed his brows slightly as he looked at his daughter beside him, quietly asking, “Zhixu, you and that doctor earlier aren’t suited for each other.”  

The man from the entertainment industry, Gu Jiu, had an ulterior motive and was a pretty boy who probably planned on relying on her for his livelihood.  

The doctor earlier was decent, but he looked like a friend to women, which wasn’t good. Central air conditioning types like that could easily make his daughter feel wronged.  

Yan Jinxiu: “...”  

Furrowing his brows in confusion, he remained silent out of fear of his father’s imposing presence.  

No, that doctor earlier clearly looked at his sister with blind admiration. There was no hint of disrespect or infatuation. Why was his dad so off with his perception?  

It seemed Nan Wenshu noticed his confusion and shrugged.  

In her husband’s eyes, any man who came near Zhixu was obviously up to no good.  

The handsome ones were seen as gold-diggers, and the unattractive ones were considered as frogs dreaming of eating swan meat.  

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Yan Zhixu took off her mask, pressing her tongue against her teeth with a rebellious look in her eyes. “Dad, what made you feel that way?”  

The doctor, Sheng?  

Was her father too nervous, seeing any man around her as a threat of infidelity?  

"..."

Hearing their conversation, the man in the room briefly furrowed his brows before quickly smoothing them out.  

Holding a medical file in his hand, his eyes behind his glasses were bloodshot.  

He had just returned from a late-night shift and hadn’t rested properly before coming to work early this morning.  

He glanced at the elderly Yan patriarch in the bed, his fingers subtly twitching as he held the medical file.  

“The condition has not worsened, which is the best news so far. He should continue his hospitalization for treatment.”  

Yan Zhixu’s attention was drawn to the familiar voice.  

Her gaze was automatically drawn to the hands of Fu Shimo.  

Fu Shimo adjusted his glasses and spoke in a calm tone, "Family members, please step out for a moment. There are some details I need to explain."  

Yan Jinxiu opened his mouth, intending to suggest that he could leave since he was unnecessary in the room.  

Yan Zhixu interrupted him, “If Director Fu has something to explain, I’ll handle it.”  

Without giving them a chance to respond, she exuded a rebellious aura, raising her foot and lazily following Fu Shimo out of the room.  

(End of Chapter)

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  Chapter 124: Learn from Her

The three of them were enjoying a pleasant meal together.  

Meanwhile, Yan Jinxiu, sitting off to the side eating breakfast, was completely ignored. He was like an invisible person, utterly disregarded.  

His face was filled with displeasure. He licked his teeth with his tongue, his deep-set eyes full of defiance and arrogance.  

He let out a soft hum, picking up his breakfast and eating it.  

The noise he made successfully caught Yan Zheng's attention.  

Yan Zheng's face turned stern. Although there was no overwhelming hostility emanating from him, his presence was still imposing, making others feel a subtle sense of fear.  

He slammed his hand on the table. "What’s with the humming? Are you a pig? Can’t you keep your mouth shut while eating? Don’t you know that one should not speak while eating or lying down?"  

With a face that appeared extremely gentle and refined, Yan Zheng looked like a teacher to those who didn’t know him. But once he opened his mouth, there was no hesitation in his scolding, sharp and fluent. Clearly, he was no stranger to reprimanding people.  

Yan Jinxiu: “...”  

The breakfast in his mouth suddenly lost its taste.  

Didn’t they just talk a moment ago? Why this double standard?  

Looking at his son, Yan Zheng felt dissatisfied with everything about him. Naturally, he spoke without holding back, “You’re not mature or steady at all. How will you take care of your sister in the future?”  

This son had a terrible temper and was so stubborn; don’t even think about him taking care of Yan Zhixu. He might even need his sister to take care of him.  

Yan Jinxiu furrowed his brow. “So, I’m just a tool to inherit the family business?”  

Nan Wenshu’s lips twitched. “Silly son, do you still feel wronged?”  

If the eldest had his own career and Yan Zhixu wasn’t interested in taking over the company, this responsibility would never fall to the foolish son.  

In the Yan family, the son was like grass, and the daughter was like treasure.  

If Yan Zhixu had wanted to take over the company, there would be no such dramas of high-society daughters fighting desperately for power, leading to life-or-death struggles.  

Because her husband would directly make the decision, and all of the family business would go to her, and he would teach her step by step how to manage it.  

Yan Jinxiu lowered his head. “I’m not wronged. What’s there to feel wronged about?”  

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That’s true, since his sister was so foolish. If he didn’t work hard to make money, how would he support her in the future?  

His sister’s temper and her silly personality would not allow her to last long in the entertainment industry. She would eventually be unemployed.  

Well, fine. He’d reluctantly inherit the family fortune.  

Yan Zhixu looked up. “It’s okay. I can take care of him in the future.”  

With his little brother’s intelligence, it’s certain that he’ll run the company into the ground.  

Relying on him to take care of her? That was absolutely unreliable.  

A faint sense of unease flickered in Yan Jinxiu’s eyes, and he turned his head, his ears turning slightly red.  

At least he had a bit of conscience, remembering he was her real brother.  

Stubbornly, he said, “I’ll need you to take care of me? Don’t joke around. You can barely take care of yourself.”  

Seeing the two siblings bicker, Yan Zheng immediately took sides without hesitation.  

He glanced at his incompetent son. “How are you talking to your sister? If you don’t know how to speak, just shut up. You’re annoying her.”  

If he made his daughter angry enough to not come home, Yan Zheng would break his son’s legs.  

Seeing his little brother frustrated and angry but not daring to retort, Yan Zhixu lightly laughed and intervened, “Dad, let’s eat breakfast. You know, no talking while eating or lying down.”  

Being rebutted by his daughter with his own words, Yan Zheng didn’t get angry.  

“Zhixu’s right.”  

He nodded in acknowledgment, no longer looking at his troublesome son. “Learn from her.”  

Yan Jinxiu: “...”  

How could he possibly learn from her? He was sure that if he tried, he’d be thrown out of the house the moment he opened his mouth.  

Nan Wenshu, with her usual nonchalance, continued eating her breakfast, her expression unchanged.  

In their family, the son wasn’t valued; this was an absolute truth with no exceptions.

(End of Chapter)  

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  Chapter 123: I'll Swipe the Card for You

The next morning.   

Yan Zhixu was dressed in simple sportswear, having just finished a run and taken a shower.  

When she walked downstairs, the others were already seated, and breakfast was just being laid out, still steaming slightly.  

“Good morning.”  

She nodded and greeted them, pulling out a chair to sit next to Yan Jinxiu.  

The man sitting at the table glanced at her, a faint smile appeared on his elegant face, his eyes carrying a hint of warmth.  

Yan Zheng withdrew his gaze, saying, “It’s good that you’re back.”  

No matter how good the conditions are outside, they could never compare to the comfort of being home.  

As he spoke, he took a card out of his trousers pocket and handed it to Yan Zhixu with a gentle tone, “You can use this card for now. If it’s not enough, let me know.”  

Looking at the card on the table, there was not the slightest hint of emotion in her eyes, as calm as a stagnant pool of water. “No need, I can earn my own money.”  

Yan Zheng’s brows furrowed. A rare trace of firmness appeared on his usually gentle face. “I’m not saying you can’t earn money.”  

“I’m willingly giving you this money, so take it. This is also a form of earning—you’re still using your own ability to get it.”  

“I don’t think there’s any conflict between these two things.”  

After speaking, he picked up the soup on the table and blew lightly on it.  

When the soup was no longer too hot, he skillfully and naturally scooped a spoonful and brought it to Nan Wenshu’s mouth. “Come on, drink this, it’s good for your health.”  

She rolled her eyes and glared at him, then rubbed her aching lower back, grinding her teeth as she drank the soup.  

Why hadn’t he been this attentive when she cried and begged him last night?  

Yan Zhixu’s gaze flickered with a hint of amusement as she watched Nan Wenshu rub her waist.  

She casually put the card into her pocket. “Thanks, Dad.”  

Nan Wenshu, unsure whether she was jealous or irritated because of how reckless the man had been yesterday, deliberately spoke with a bit of sharpness. “With a daughter, you forget about your wife.”  

Yan Zheng scooped another spoonful of soup and brought it to her lips, his body slightly leaning toward her.  

His lips were very close to Nan Wenshu’s ear, creating a subtle, almost intimate air.  

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He lowered his voice to a volume only the two of them could hear, saying, “Did you forget? Didn’t you experience it last night? Or do you want to relive it properly?”  

As he spoke, his breath brushed against her sensitive ear, sending a tingling sensation through her.  

Nan Wenshu drank the soup, glaring at him viciously. She didn’t know why he couldn’t be more restrained in front of the kids.  

Yan Zheng put down the soup bowl, his expression casual, as if nothing had just happened.  

He pushed a plate of steamed dumplings toward Yan Zhixu, his eyes filled with a touch of fondness.  

“Eat, your favorite flavor. Aunt Wang made these especially for you.”  

“Mm.”  

Looking at the translucent steamed dumplings, Yan Zhixu’s appetite increased.  

She picked one up and bit into it, the rich broth inside the dumpling flooding her mouth.  

The familiar taste made a slight sense of approval appear in her usually cold eyes.  

After finishing one of the soup dumplings, she commented, “Aunt Wang’s skills have really improved.”  

The meat in the dumplings was tender and fresh, clearly sourced from pork that had been slaughtered recently, not meat that had been kept for several days or overnight.  

The sauce placed in a small dish was also delicious.  

Nan Wenshu chuckled lightly. “If you like it, eat more. It’s not like you can eat us out of house and home.”  

Their family may not have much, but they certainly had enough money to raise a daughter comfortably.

(End of Chapter)   

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  Chapter 122: No Unnecessary Feelings

Not only did Yan Zhixu's fans fight back, but even casual fans mocked them. Even Mo An'an's star fans said they didn’t know who this person was.  

【Oh? You say your Anan has done many good deeds? Maybe I’m just too ignorant to know, so could you please give me an example? Thanks. image.jpg】  

【Our Ah Xu is unique, please don’t bring up your steamed dish in our territory.】  

【Smiling politely is good manners, but if you dare to take advantage of it, don’t blame me for slapping your mouth.】  

【So your Anan is the kindest in the world, huh? Fans following the lead, full of that white lotus scent. covering nose.jpg】  

【Laughing out loud, this is supposed to be a close friendship? This is clearly a fake sisterhood from the entertainment industry, and a low-quality one at that.】  

【Sorry, I’m a star fan, please everyone, let’s be rational when eating melon and not hurt our Anan. Please. begging.jpg】  

【It’s obvious to anyone with eyes that this is high-level trolling. I really don’t get why people mock Anan. Yan’s fans, please stop being so domineering and unreasonable!】  

【Sorry, nope! And by the way, this is our territory, so certain irrelevant people should just leave. hands on hips.jpg】  

【These fans are just like Yan Zhixu, quite hot-tempered, but I like it.】  

【Temper? No problem. Even so, they’re still better than those M family fans who heavily control reviews. Whenever there’s a bad comment, they immediately suppress it. The comment sections are full of their control reviews. Brain-dead fans.】  

【Got it, I know which female celebrity the person above is talking about. smiling.jpg】  

【I’m done, I’m just here for the gossip. I couldn’t care less about the control review stuff in their comment section. eye roll.jpg】  

【M surname female star: Sitting at home, the blame just falls from the sky. laughing crazily.jpg】  

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While chatting, a group of people started complaining about Mo An'an and her fans.

Although no names were mentioned, who could not tell who they were talking about?

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At F City Airport.

The night at the airport was a bit chilly. A man dressed in a thin black casual outfit sat in a chair, holding a book.

His skin was pale, and the hands flipping through the pages were well-defined, with the veins on the back of his hands clearly visible.

Several girls sitting near Fu Shimo couldn’t control their hearts.

He was wearing glasses, and the aura of a scholarly rogue mixed with a touch of forbidden desire was so overwhelming that they couldn’t help but feel drawn in.  

Sobbing uncontrollably, tears spilled from the corners of their eyes.

But despite looking, and despite their inner restlessness, none of the girls dared to approach him.

Suddenly, a ringtone rang out.

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Fu Shimo put down the book in his hands and saw the name on the caller ID. He swiped to answer.

“Shimo, check Weibo. Did I do a good job with this move?” The deep and hoarse voice of Bo Ye came through the receiver.

Fu Shimo exited the call, listening to the person speaking on the other end. He logged into Weibo and scrolled through.

Upon seeing the post from Qingyun Police Department, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes under his glasses. "I'm not involved, you don’t need to notify me."

His voice was as cold and steady as always, with not even a hint of emotional fluctuation.

He glanced at the time—boarding was soon. “Hanging up.”

Without giving the other person a chance to say anything, Fu Shimo hung up the call. Looking at the Weibo post from Yan Zhixu, he clicked on the pictures and saved them to his album.

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Bo Ye stared at the hung-up call, a confused expression forming on his sharp face. “Tch, did I misjudge?”

Was Fu Shimo not interested in that female celebrity?

But at the police station, he had clearly seen Fu Shimo staring at her back.

For someone who didn’t care about unrelated people, Fu Shimo would never spare them a glance.

But Fu Shimo was so indifferent and didn’t even want to talk about the topic for a minute. It was clear he wasn’t moved.

(End of Chapter) 

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 Chapter 121: Official Praise

Yan Zhixu glanced at Yan Jinxiu and Aunt Wang, a faint warmth flickering in her cool and clear eyes.

She stood up and took her phone as she went upstairs.

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As night fell, neon lights flickered, and the nightlife of the bustling city was just beginning.

At this time, many people were online surfing the web.

Suddenly, the official Weibo account of Haishi Qingyun Police Department updated with a post, without any warning.

Qingyun Police Department V: 【Great love in the world, kindness never fades. image.jpg @Yan Zhixu】

The official account posted a picture of the banner, along with a photo of the Li Lan family presenting the banner to her.

The faces of the family were blurred, but Yan Zhixu’s face was clearly visible.

【????? What’s going on with Haishi Qingyun Police Department’s official account posting this at night?】  

【Did I see that wrong? The official account tagged Yan Zhixu!】  

【This is so fake, just as soon as her identity is revealed, they can’t wait to hype it up. Her name is trending all the time. It’s so annoying.】  

【Are you an idiot? This Weibo post hasn’t even trended. If you don’t want to use your eyes, just donate them. eye roll】  

【Money really can do anything. Even the official account is being used to create hype. Is this the privilege of a rich lady? Amazing…】  

【When other people are praised by the official account, you all worship them, but as soon as it’s Yan Zhixu, you claim she bought the praise?】  

【I think you guys are just jealous. You can’t stand seeing others do well, or maybe you’re just criticizing for the sake of it. Don’t stoop to their level.】  

【Every day, these people act like “random fans,” causing trouble everywhere. I really don’t want to take the blame for their nonsense.】  

【If this is true, then the official praise is deserved. Shouldn’t she get praise just because she’s a celebrity? Should that be taken away from her? Hilarious.】  

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The post by Qingyun Police Department easily attracted a lot of attention online.

However, the account’s traffic wasn’t huge, so the post only spread on a small scale, with comments not even reaching ten thousand.

A buzzing sound came from Yan Zhixu’s phone. She put down the thick anatomy book in her hand.

She picked up her phone and saw that the Qingyun Police Department had tagged her. A glimmer of light flashed in her eyes, surprised that the official account had posted about her.

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She slowly made her way downstairs, saw the banner hanging on the wall behind the sofa, and took a photo of it.

Yan Zhixu V: 【image.jpg image.jpg】

She didn’t say anything, just posted two pictures.

Some people were initially confused, but after getting some clarification, they quickly understood after seeing the post from the Qingyun Police Department.

【Ahhh, we’re so excited, our Ah Xu got official praise! excited.jpg】  

【This banner hanging on the wall looks so good, it's truly one of a kind!】  

【Wait, she received a banner? Am I the only one curious about what Ah Xu did? confused.jpg】  

【You’re not alone.】  

【You’re not fighting alone. Behind you stand countless bystanders! I want to know too!】  

【I don’t get why Yan fans are so excited, maybe she staged this herself.】  

【Tch, our An An has done so many good deeds, but she’s always low-key about it. Unlike some people who have to make sure everyone knows about their small achievements. They really know how to stir up hype. scoff.jpg】  

This comment immediately sparked anger from others.

(End of Chapter)  

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  Chapter 120: Find a Spot to Hang It

At Li Ji. 

Once they left, Guo Jie finally dared to take a deep breath.

He nudged Lu Yao with his hand, a hint of dissatisfaction on his face. "Bro, you should've told me you knew her earlier. That was really inconsiderate."

Talking behind someone’s back and getting caught by the person in question was just too embarrassing. Moreover, Yan Zhixu's gaze left him feeling unsettled. He felt small and uneasy.

He grabbed the water cup on the table and took several big gulps. The refreshing coolness eased the pressure a little.

"…"

Lu Yao rubbed his forehead. If he remembered correctly, this guy was barely scraping by as a playboy, right?

But he had learned none of the typical traits of a rich second generation—he couldn't fight, didn't race cars, and certainly didn’t gamble or hire escorts.

Fine, he let all of that slide. But he should at least have a bit of backbone. How could he talk trash and then act like a scared dog when confronted?

He met Guo Jie’s resentful stare but lacked the confidence to explain. "What if I told you I don't know her, would you believe me?"

"Cut it out, keep talking and let’s see if I’ll believe a word that comes out of your mouth," Guo Jie snorted, rolling his eyes in exasperation.

Lu Yao: "…"

This world was tough. Even when telling the truth, no one believed you.

But he was just as confused. He didn’t understand why Yan Zhixu could recognize him so quickly. Had she looked up his information before?

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Back at Shengshi Haoting.

Yan Jinxiu, who had been playing games upstairs, came down and saw what Yan Zhixu was holding. "What’s this thing? Why’d you buy it?"

Why come back with a bright red flag?

Yan Zhixu sat on the sofa, leisurely pouring herself a glass of water.

After drinking, she set the white glass cup down, then tossed the banner towards him. "Here’s your chance. Look closely before you speak."

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....Yan Jinxiu, puzzled, opened the banner and read the large words on it. He gently set it down and looked at her suspiciously. "How much did you pay for this banner?"

Seeing the gentle way he laid the banner down, Yan Zhixu sneered softly.

Leaning back against the sofa, she lazily lifted an eyelid. "Guess."

Unable to extract any more information from her, Yan Jinxiu lost interest in continuing to press her.

He held the banner up and shouted loudly, "Aunt Wang! Aunt Wang!"

Aunt Wang, busy in the kitchen, hurried out.

Before she could speak, Yan Jinxiu shoved the banner into her arms.

"This kind of useless thing has no collection value. It’ll just gather dust in the storage room. Find a place to hang it up."

Aunt Wang opened the banner and saw the words of gratitude on it. She smiled joyfully and cradled it carefully. "Alright, I’ll hang it up properly."

She glanced around the living room, searching for the most prominent spot to display it.

Yan Zhixu shook her head lightly after glancing at both of them.

He was dismissing it with disdain, but it was clear he planned to hang it up anyway.

Her proud and easily irritated little brother was amusing when teased.

Ding—

Her phone vibrated.

She picked it up and saw a message from their mother.

[Ah Xu, your dad and I will be back tomorrow. Don’t miss me too much. Kisses. image]

Reading the message, a gentle smile appeared in Yan Zhixu’s eyes.

She knew very well that their mother had gone to support Rong Cheng at the Z.S.E fashion event. After attending the event, instead of returning to Haishi, she went to be with their father. There was definitely something more to the story.

Yan Zhixu: [Alright.]

After replying, she tossed her phone aside and closed her eyes to rest, teasing lightly, "That old man’s jealousy is still pretty strong."

Their mom had traveled all the way to be with their dad, probably to calm his jealousy down.

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  Chapter 119: Thinking Too Much Leads to Hair Loss

He smiled apologetically at Yan Zhixu, then lowered his head, not daring to say another word.

Seeing that he no longer stared at her, Yan Zhixu swept her gaze across their table, her eyes briefly pausing on Lu Yao for a few seconds before retracting her gaze.

The young man’s face resembled that of Lu Ting. There was a familial resemblance between them, a direct bloodline connection.

After finishing their meal efficiently, the three of them chatted for a bit before preparing to leave.

As they passed by Guo Jie’s table, Yan Zhixu stopped.

Upon noticing this, Guo Jie nervously lowered his head even further, almost having an intimate encounter with the table.

Great, did she hear me talk badly about her earlier? Is she here to settle scores?

Anxiety gnawed at him as he felt both nervous and incredibly awkward.

Yan Zhixu glanced at Guo Jie, her gaze slipping past him and landing on Lu Yao.

She parted her lips slightly, her cold voice ringing in the air, "Young Master Lu, please pass on my regards to your father."

The calm voice struck Lu Yao with a hint of surprise on his charming face, but it quickly faded. 

He stood up, polite and composed. "Miss Yan’s words will be conveyed."

Though he appeared a bit carefree and unreliable, he wasn’t a foolish or malicious playboy.

Wang Zhuoran took in the surprise in Lu Yao’s eyes, thoughtfully pondering, his gaze reflecting some confusion about the exchange between them.

"Mm." Yan Zhixu nodded, her expression indifferent, and then moved past them.

Watching her retreating figure, Lu Yao felt a bit unsettled.

The two of them had never met, yet she immediately recognized him as Lu Ting’s son.

Yan Zhixu, Wang Zhuoran, and Hu Yue’e left Li Ji together.

Wang Zhuoran’s gaze kept drifting to the woman beside him, several times opening his mouth as if to say something, but stopping each time.

Sensing his gaze, Yan Zhixu, understanding, spoke up, "If you have something to say, just say it. Holding it in will only make you sick."

Wang Zhuoran twitched his eye, lifting a hand to rub his throbbing forehead.

"Miss Yan, the man earlier seemed unfamiliar to you, right?" He said 'seemed' but his tone was certain.

Yan Zhixu didn’t refute, merely responding with an "Mm."

It wasn’t that they weren’t familiar with each other; they had just never met before.

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Wang Zhuoran: "…"

Seeing that she didn’t want to elaborate further, curiosity swelled in his chest, itching like floodwaters after a rainstorm.

Yan Zhixu took the car keys from her pocket, walking towards the parking spot. She stepped into the motorcycle, inserted the key into the ignition, and started the engine.

Glancing back at Wang Zhuoran, who seemed deep in thought, she raised an eyebrow with a light smile.

"Officer Wang, thinking too much leads to hair loss."

After speaking, she leaned slightly forward, accelerating away, kicking up a cloud of dust in her wake.

Hu Yue’e and Wang Zhuoran, left behind, didn’t notice and ended up with mouths full of dust.

She shot him a glare, "Curiosity killed the cat. Why ask so many questions?"

That was someone else’s private matter—does she have to put a knife to their throat to make them speak?

Although they had only met a few times, Hu Yue’e always felt that Miss Yan was not someone simple.

Wang Zhuoran rubbed his nose. "I didn’t mean any harm."

It was just that he noticed the shock in Lu Yao’s eyes, combined with his professional instincts, and asked out of curiosity.

Hu Yue’e, uninterested in his rambling, sighed, "Hurry up, we still have to work this afternoon."

It wasn’t close to their work in the city center—without traffic, it would take at least twenty minutes, and with traffic, it could take thirty minutes.

Wang Zhuoran checked the time on his phone, hurriedly unlocking the car, pulling open the door, and getting into the driver’s seat.

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  Chapter 118: Seeing a Celestial Being 

After rambling on for a while, Wang Zhuoran lowered his head, only to find that most of the food on the table had already vanished, as if swept away by a gust of wind.

Regret filled him as his heart bled, "You women don’t diet to maintain your figures? Leave some for me!"

And... is it really okay for a female celebrity to eat such high-calorie food? Doesn’t her manager control her diet?

Yan Zhixu finished eating and poured herself a bowl of old duck soup. The aroma was rich but not overly greasy. "I won’t gain weight."

Hu Yue’e picked up the last piece of white-cut chicken, eating it calmly, then pointed to the calligraphy hanging on the wall.

Rolling her eyes, she muttered, "Didn’t you see? In this world, only food should not be wasted, so why bother with dieting?"

Seeing her use the calligraphy from his idol to shut him up, Wang Zhuoran felt a particular discomfort in his heart and chose to bury his feelings in eating.

After the meal, Yan Zhixu set down her bowl and chopsticks, wiped the grease from her lips with a tissue, then crumpled it up and threw it in the trash.

At the moment she discarded the tissue, a table of people by the window noticed her appearance.

A young man with dyed yellow hair nudged the person sitting next to him and whispered mysteriously, "Guess who I just saw?"

The man who was still eating didn’t even look up and sarcastically scoffed, "Did you see a celestial being or something?"

Unbothered by the sarcasm, the other man chuckled, rubbing his chin. "Well, if you want to call her a celestial being, I guess it works."

After all, the woman was indeed stunning, and her aura was unique.

At this remark, Lu Yao sneered.

A celestial being? Yeah, right. With all the plastic surgery going on nowadays, who knows which parts are real and which are fake?

Guo Jie leaned closer and lowered his voice, "I saw that female celebrity who’s been rumored with you and your dad!"

His words were so provocative that Lu Yao frowned and couldn't hold back, snapping, "Can you not sound so sleazy when you talk?"

Guo Jie shrugged, his eyes still locked on Yan Zhixu and the others' table.

This girl is something, spreading rumors with both a father and son. Though he knew it was fake, he still had to admit it was impressive!

"…"

Suddenly, Yan Zhixu looked up, sensing a heated gaze on their table.

When her gaze swept over, she caught Guo Jie’s lecherous look.

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Her eyes were sharp, like a knife, capable of easily severing a person’s fragile neck.

Guo Jie shrank back, instinctively shifting closer to Lu Yao.

His soup splashed out, and he looked at his spilled soup with a mix of pain and anger. "Damn, are you stupid or what?"

There wasn’t much soup, but half of it spilled in an instant.

"Lu Yao…"

Guo Jie weakly pointed to the corner.

"Are you seeing things? Or is a loan shark after you?"

He hadn’t heard that this guy had any debts recently. Why did he suddenly get so scared?

Lu Yao glanced in the direction Guo Jie pointed and immediately saw the woman with sharp, cold eyes, a gleam of danger in them.

"…"

Talking bad about someone only to be caught on the spot—what kind of social death scene was this?

Lu Yao quickly withdrew his gaze, saying, "Didn’t you see the statement my dad released? Don’t talk nonsense in the future!"

That day, Xiao Wang was supposed to pick up Director Fu from Ji’an Hospital, which meant they must know each other. 

Director Fu was a medical genius, highly regarded in the field, and someone you definitely couldn’t offend.

Besides, he heard that Fu came from the capital.

Guo Jie, feeling awkward, muttered, "I was just joking." He didn’t expect to get caught like this.

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