"It’s hard to say right now, but Monkey is safe with him. As for Dong Xieyou..." Yan Song rubbed his temples, "Let Zhao Theng come over later." Eagle turned to leave but thought of something and smiled as he asked, "Boss, you look exhausted, didn’t sleep well last night?" Yan Song frowned slightly, "What are you trying to say?" "Haha, I thought with Boss’s personality it would be hard to find a wife, but didn’t expect us to worry unnecessarily. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. That girl seems fragile, Boss, take it easier." As soon as he finished speaking, he swiftly exited the room before Yan Song could turn angry. Not long after, Xiao Quan, and even Fang Liwei who was recovering in the hospital, had heard about the boss’s mysterious girlfriend appearing and that the two spent a romantic night together, each of them was extremely curious yet collectively kept it quiet from Yan He, who was on a mission, the implication was clear. Yan Song lowered his gaze and smiled, then thought of something, a hint of darkness crossing his eyes. Yun Ya didn’t come back all night. Aunt Li was quite worried, but Ah Yun didn’t say a word, went to sleep as usual, and she dared not say anything in front of Mingyue, that cold-faced wretch of a god. Fortunately, Yun Ya returned in the morning, clothes neat, smile bright, just like any other day, Aunt Li breathed a sigh of relief. "Miss didn’t come back last night, you worried me to death." Yun Ya smiled, "Brother Yan is back." Aunt Li was stunned for a moment, then quickly beamed, "So Young Master Yan is back, the Miss finally sees the light at the end of the tunnel." Yun Ya headed upstairs, with Aunt Li delightedly thinking, Young Master Yan is back, the Miss finally seems more spirited, hopefully, the two won’t have to part again. Yun Ya returned to her room, first took a shower, changed into a fitted outfit, and walked out while drying her damp hair. Sitting on the balcony railing was a slender figure, with one leg half-bent, the other dangling from the railing. The autumn sunlight shone on her brow and eyes, softening the cold edge of her brow and adding a touch of feminine beauty. "Your lover?" Mingyue raised an eyebrow and asked. Yun Ya was rather dissatisfied with her choice of words, "He’s my boyfriend." "Not much difference." Mingyue shrugged, arms crossed, speaking indifferently. "He’s very capable, good eye." Mingyue’s words were always concise, as if saying more than necessary might lead to death. "Should I thank you for the compliment?" Yun Ya looked at the fluttering hem in the autumn breeze, adding a few wisps of ethereal aura to her, and couldn’t help but shake her head. Mingyue leaped off the railing, her movement undoubtedly graceful and swift, "No need, just give me food, better than anything." Forgot to mention, Mingyue is quite the foodie, she can eat five times what Yun Ya does in a meal, if not more, Yun Ya is genuinely afraid one day she’ll be eaten into poverty. After drying her hair, Yun Ya allowed her long hair to drape her shoulders, took a shawl and draped it over herself, then took out some medicine from the bedside table and swallowed it with water. "What are you taking?" Mingyue asked, frowning. The label was in English, looking like gibberish to her. Yun Ya said blandly, "Health supplements." Putting the medicine back into the cabinet’s gap, she adjusted her shawl and stood up to leave. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by N0veI.Fiɾe.net Mingyue recalled the "gibberish" she had caught a glimpse of and followed her out. The warehouse near the back mountain on the first floor usually stores sundries, rarely visited by people. Mingyue kicked open the iron door, and Yun Ya stepped inside. Though cluttered, the warehouse was ultimately orderly. In the corner sat an old bookshelf covered in dust, with some sundries on top and an inconspicuous corner housing a fake buffalo sculpture. Mingyue waved her sleeve, and the buffalo suddenly spun a few circles, stopping at its original angle, not even shifting a speck of dust on the table. No matter how many times Yun Ya saw it, she couldn’t help but feel amazed at what Mingyue could do. Gradually, the floor in the southwest corner began to slide aside, revealing a dark hole with steps extending downward, shrouded in endless darkness reaching beyond sight. Mingyue held a flashlight, descending first. Cold and damp wind greeted Yun Ya, wrapping her shawl tighter, and she followed. Upon their descent, the floor closed overhead. Descending the stairs, a 20-square-meter underground room came into view, lit by a dim wall lamp. In the room’s center lay a large bed, where a man lay stretched out in a ’T’ position, hands and feet bound by iron chains. Yun Ya stood beside the bed, looking down at the seemingly sleeping man, the corners of her mouth gently rising.