The man gritted his teeth and shouted: "Who are you?" The person remained silent, just looking at him. "I warn you not to meddle, or you’ll regret it," he threatened, which seemed ridiculous given the current situation. Seeing the person still silent, he barked coldly, "Everyone, get him, I refuse to believe we can’t subdue this little brat." A group of people scrambled up and rushed forward. However, what happened next was astonishing, and if Yun Ya hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it. The person suddenly moved, the black silhouette swift as the wind, so fast it was only a blur, passing through the crowd, and in the blink of an eye, they returned to their original spot, their posture unchanged, as if everything earlier was an illusion. But it wasn’t an illusion; everyone stood frozen in place, unmoving, some still holding sticks ready to strike but never completing the motion, while others had grimacing smiles frozen on their faces, looking comically ridiculous. Time seemed frozen, as sunshine poured through the door and autumn wind swirled in. Yun Ya covered his mouth, his back suddenly leaning against the stair railing, an unspoken fear rising from the bottom of his heart. The waiter scrambled up, looking as if he’d seen a ghost. Had the world turned fantastical? A slight curl appeared on their thin lips, and with a light wave of their hand, it was as if a strong gust of wind swept through, tousling Yun Ya’s hair, leaving his gaze unfocused. The group of people suddenly collapsed to the ground, still maintaining their fixed postures, making the scene now seem quite eerie. Ah Le burst in upon hearing the commotion and saw this scene, he immediately rushed over to Yun Ya, worriedly asking, "Miss, are you okay?" Yun Ya shook his head, looking at the tall, cold silhouette, and softly asked, "Do you know them?" Ah Le squinted his eyes, shaking his head, "Never seen them before." Yun Ya’s fingers slightly clenched into a fist, saying blandly, "May I know your name..." The person suddenly turned around, and only then did Yun Ya see their face clearly. Their skin was between fair and wheat-colored, with long, sword-like eyebrows slanting into their temples, further accentuating the coldness of their eyes, devoid of any impurities, like a deep icy abyss, freezing one’s spirit instantly. At first glance, their gender was indistinguishable, but Yun Ya’s intuition told him this was a woman. As Yun Ya scrutinized her, she too was secretly sizing up Yun Ya, the surprise in her eyes flashed briefly, quickly replaced by a calm expression. "Mingyue." The voice was low, but there was a hidden clarity in the tone, confirming her gender to Yun Ya. She referred to her own name. Like her personality, concise, cold, and cool. Yun Ya smiled and said, "Thank Miss Ming for your help earlier. If you don’t mind, please come upstairs for a chat." Ah Le ordered people to tie up the troublemakers and throw them into the storeroom first, standing beside Yun Ya while vigilantly watching the person opposite. At this moment, Uncle Chang hurried in from outside, "Miss, I apologize for my tardiness." ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel·fire·net Seeing Mingyue, he squinted his eyes: "Miss Ming." Yun Ya raised an eyebrow in surprise; Uncle Chang actually knew her. Mingyue’s eyes brushed coldly over Uncle Chang, then she walked upstairs, glancing at Yun Ya as she passed by, a shadow flitting through her eyes too quickly for Yun Ya to understand before she turned away and left. Yun Ya frowned; this feeling of being out of control was making her very uncomfortable. Uncle Chang walked beside her, quickly whispering, "It’s a long story, I’ll explain to you later, but rest assured, this person bears no ill intentions. I found her to be your bodyguard." Such skills, to be a bodyguard is a waste; with that demeanor, a lord would suit her better. In the upstairs private room, Mingyue sat down with an upright posture, truly standing like a pine tree, sitting like a bell, with a cold and majestic presence. Yun Ya sat opposite her, Uncle Chang glanced at Mingyue and said, "This is the miss I mentioned to you." Mingyue nodded slightly, "I recognized her." Rescuing a damsel wasn’t her style. Uncle Chang cleared his throat, "Remember the promise you made to me." Mingyue smiled, poured herself a cup of water, and suddenly, a dagger appeared between her fingertips. It was incredibly sharp, slicing through iron like mud, her slender fingers playing with the dagger, mesmerizing to watch. Uncle Chang immediately watched Mingyue warily, afraid she’d do something harmful to the Miss.