Upon hearing the words "lover," Yu Shujun, leaning against the wall, felt a twitch in his brow. He raised his eyes, his cold gaze fixed on the pair entwined together. Wen Nan, addicted to acting, held Wu Qing’s hand, bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss. Wu Qing’s affection and reliance on him grew deeper, and she bent over, cupping Wen Nan’s face, gazing at him with deep emotion. Unable to bear it, Yu Shujun’s palm glowed with a golden light, on the verge of losing control. In the end, he had to turn around, leave the room, and even slammed the door heavily. Startled, Wu Qing looked up at the door, then quickly turned her gaze back to Wen Nan, passionately kissing his cheek, and said: "If everything goes smoothly at noon the day after tomorrow, I want to... appoint you as King Consort." Wen Nan was taken aback by her words, "Appoint King Consort?" Is this even possible? Wu Qing nodded, "At noon the day after tomorrow, at the grand ceremony, you can be appointed. Then, your status will no longer be that of a humble subject." Wen Nan smiled, only expressing gratitude for her goodwill, but he did not accept the idea of being appointed. Whatever that [King Consort] is, he wasn’t sure what faction it belonged to. To be safe, he thought it better to maintain his [loyal subject] status; otherwise, it would be troublesome if something unexpected happened as the instance was about to end. The two talked for a while longer in the room, ensuring that Wu Qing’s emotions settled and no longer flowed from various places before Wen Nan finally got up and left the room. Yu Shujun was leaning against the doorframe. Seeing the door suddenly open, he looked up at Wen Nan in surprise, "So soon?" Wen Nan was taken aback, "All I did was try to soothe a few words; how long could that take?" "Did you two just chat?" Only then did Wen Nan understand what the other was implying, feeling quite helpless, "There was such a big incident here just now. Do you think I’d do something like that at the scene with the victim’s relatives? Am I someone with such low morals and so desperate?" Yu Shujun looked at Wen Nan, seriously pondered it for a moment, and then nodded confidently, "Yes." Wen Nan was a bit displeased, lifting his arm to pull Yu Shujun into his embrace, "No, buddy, I think you misunderstand my character..." Regarding Wen Nan’s subsequent noble narration of his character, Yu Shujun didn’t catch a single word. Being suddenly pulled into the other’s embrace, half-hugged, the unique scent of Wen Nan filled Yu Shujun’s nose, making it impossible for him to concentrate on listening to what the other was saying. Although the two had twice been trapped in the Divine Staff Sheath and engaged in the most intimate acts between a man and a woman, after leaving the Divine Staff Sheath, they had maintained a polite distance, hardly ever having physical contact. At this moment, being held against the other’s chest, Yu Shujun could clearly smell the faint scent of body wash mixed with the sweat from the other’s skin, accompanied by the warm breath as the other spoke, almost instantly transporting Yu Shujun back to the enclosed room crafted by the Divine Staff Sheath. Images unconsciously surfaced in his mind of himself straddling the other’s waist, hands propped on the other’s bare chest... Yu Shujun’s breath hitched, his body stiffening, his heartbeat so intense he suspected the person next to him could hear it. Yet, recalling the words the person had spoken before, they weren’t from the same group, so it was impossible... He should maintain a polite distance, should raise his hand to push the person away, should clear away all those sticky and ambiguous images from his mind... But Yu Shujun didn’t do any of that. He merely slightly turned his head, gazing intently at the person’s profile up close. At this proximity, just a slight lean would allow him to kiss that person’s cheek. With that thought, Yu Shujun indeed slowly leaned in, but midway, as his lips approached, he saw the person turn their head. Their eyes met, and Yu Shujun dared not move. Wen Nan, having just talked at length, turned to see the other’s cold face now blushing, startling him, "What’s wrong, looking at me like that all of a sudden?" Yu Shujun continued to quietly look at the other’s face, raising a hand to gently touch the other’s cheek. Wen Nan’s cheek was warm, and being touched by the other’s relatively cool fingers made him flinch, tilting his head back. Yu Shujun quickly withdrew his hand, lowering his gaze, "There’s something on your face." Wen Nan released him, straightened, and reached up to touch his own cheek, discovering it was the blood imprint left from Wu Qing’s kiss earlier. Wen Nan chuckled, nonchalantly using the back of his hand to wipe away the now nearly dry bloodstain. Beside him, Yu Shujun stepped aside, voluntarily increasing the distance between them, though he lightly rubbed the fingers he had at his side, unsure whether it was to scour away the bloodstain from earlier or the lingering warmth from his touch. The laboratory was soon taken over by police and medical personnel, and as someone uninvolved, Wen Nan was asked to leave the premises. Yu Shujun disappeared once more, unsurprisingly likely back at Wu Qing’s side, safeguarding her safety. Wen Nan left the heavily secured Life Sciences Institute building. Just as he was about to head toward the blood donation vehicle, he caught sight of a figure out of the corner of his eye. Wen Nan paused, turned his head, and saw Mo Yu standing in front of the building, looking up, her gaze fixed on Wang Yajun’s laboratory window with a grave expression. Wen Nan walked over to her, just about to speak, but before he could utter a word, Mo Yu suddenly averted her gaze, glaring at Wen Nan with anger-filled eyes, gritting her teeth, and saying: "You saw it; he did all this. With his involvement, none of those people will survive! Are you still going to tell him about that?" Wen Nan was taken aback for a moment, pondering briefly and realizing that Mo Yu was referring to his earlier statement in the lecture hall, where he said if they didn’t chat, he’d go find Mo Yu’s brother. That statement was meant to bluff. Wen Nan had no idea what Mo Yu had done, let alone what consequences would arise if he told her brother about it. However, since she brought it up, Wen Nan adopted a demeanor of having everything under control, following her lead, and said: "I never intended to tell your brother; otherwise, I wouldn’t have chosen to approach you first, would I? "I mentioned I wanted to have a good chat with you, and if possible, I’d certainly prefer to stand on your side." Mo Yu paused upon hearing this, the anger in her eyes dissipating significantly, "Really?" 9527: [Your skill Mind Reading Technique has been activated, effective for a total time of 10 minutes.] As the system notification sounded, a female voice mixed with a noisy background began to echo in Wen Nan’s mind— ’It better be true...’ ’Chirp, chirp, chirp...’ ’If Gangtie finds out those people are just hidden by me, not killed, Gangtie will definitely find a way to locate them all and eliminate them completely.’ ’Chirp, chirp, chirp...’ ’Cannot let this man named Ye Jiu report to Gangtie, must find a way to stop him.’ ’Chirp, chirp, chirp...’ Hearing the other’s thoughts, Wen Nan was truly shocked. To be honest, because previously at Snow Mountain Villa, Wen Nan had used the Mind Reading Technique on music box Xiao Ji, Chopstick Sisters Leng Leng and Qingqing, and other similar characters, and the thoughts he heard then were all bizarre. So, this time using the Mind Reading Technique, Wen Nan didn’t hold much hope, always thinking he would either hear some non-human sound or something like the "loom" sound of soul silk pulling puppets? But unexpectedly, this time he hit the mark, directly hearing Mo Yu’s true thoughts? With this information, Wen Nan’s walkthrough route, which had been about to hit a dead end, suddenly became clear.