"It was left in Qin Huai’s room." Shen Jingrou spoke without lifting her eyelids, "What’s the unlock password?" Holding the man’s phone, she awkwardly asked. Lin Yue’s lips parted slightly, and realizing something, he directly snatched the phone from her hand. Shen Jingrou noticed he looked a bit flustered. After scrutinizing him carefully, she quickly withdrew her gaze without saying anything. "Done." He unlocked it with his fingerprint, "You can only make a call." His tone was full of warning, as if his phone contained many unknown secrets. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝓷𝓮𝓽 Little did he know that his current ’guilty’ appearance made Shen Jingrou even more curious. "I don’t care to look." They usually playfully teased each other, and if she had heard him say this at another time, Shen Jingrou would have eagerly snatched the phone to uncover his secrets. But now, she had more important matters to attend to. Shen Jingrou found Bao Shaojin’s number in the contacts and dialed it. It rang five or six times before the other party leisurely picked up. "Big brother, it’s me." Shen Jingrou spoke, her voice listless. "What is it?" The other party’s tone was noticeably unfriendly, as if suppressing something, his breath unsteady. Shen Jingrou was still trapped in earlier shock, naturally not noticing the other’s strangeness, asked, "Is An Yin still with you?" "Yes." The man’s voice was extraordinarily calm. "I have already left ’Qin Land.’ Can you help me send An Yin back to school?" Shen Jingrou reluctantly asked. With those two words, the call was ruthlessly ended. The nameless anger in Shen Jingrou’s heart flared up even more. She had learned from Lin Yue’s mouth that her big brother had recently become addicted to alcohol and smoking, thinking perhaps it was due to romantic frustrations, so she had found out from Lin Yue that her big brother often went alone to ’Qin Land.’ To help her big brother not indulge in smoking and drinking, Shen Jingrou had called An Yin out from school to relieve someone’s longing. She had such good intentions, and what was the result? They all deceived her. If she hadn’t brought An Yin to her big brother, Shen Jingrou could bet big brother would never have told her that Qin Huai, that beast, had returned to the country, and she wouldn’t have discovered that Jiang Suusu was hidden by that beast. The more Shen Jingrou thought, the angrier she became. Lin Yue drove the car, not daring to breathe too loud. Just those few simple words from Shen Jingrou already made his curiosity overflow, and he didn’t want to step on a landmine, so he naturally kept all she said in mind. Big brother? An Yin? Send her back to school? Lin Yue silently strung those words together, conjuring countless plots in his mind. The rumors regarding Bao Shaojin and Bao Cheng’s girlfriend hadn’t subsided, and now there’s another gossip? But why does the name An Yin sound so familiar? Lin Yue turned his mind over, and soon his eyes widened, the car’s accelerator was firmly stepped on, like a rocket speeding off onto the road. "Are you crazy, slow down." Shen Jingrou’s whole body leaned forward, scolding. Lin Yue immediately lifted his foot, the speed dropped considerably. His little heart was pounding intensely. Shen Jingrou threw his phone into the glove compartment, as her gaze swept over his face, noticing his strange demeanor, she couldn’t help but ask, "What are you thinking about?" "The day you arranged a blind date for me, the girl accompanying you was called An Yin, wasn’t she?" Lin Yue drummed his fingers on the steering wheel absentmindedly. When Shen Jingrou heard him, her eyes narrowed slightly, "Yes, why?" "Is she familiar with big brother?" Lin Yue’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Not really." Shen Jingrou turned her head away, sheepishly looking out the car window. She had been in a rush to make the call and forgot Lin Yue was right beside her. As the ’gossip king’ in the circle, Shen Jingrou didn’t want to tell him about her big brother’s secrets. Besides, this matter also involved An Yin. Lin Yue saw that she didn’t want to talk further, and his heart suddenly tensed. Lin Yue knew Shen Jingrou’s temperament inside out, and the more she didn’t want to say, the more it indicated there was something fishy about it. Under the night sky, skyscrapers rose from the ground, appearing even more dazzling against the backdrop of colorful neon lights. As they passed by the central plaza, the water jets of the musical fountain rose and fell with the rhythm of the music, falling into the circular pool. Shen Jingrou sat in the passenger seat, her eyes lifted to see the bright lights outside, like a shining silver dragon, radiant and luminous. As she watched those scenes of prosperity, the melancholy in her eyes gradually emerged. The Lin Yue beside her also felt the sorrow emanating from her, gradually furrowing his brow, deliberately driving very slowly, as if that way they could keep going endlessly. An Yin was originally sitting on the couch watching TV. As she watched, she felt her eyelids growing heavy and lay down, curling her body, her eyes hazily gazing at the screen. Until the distant picture became more and more blurry, soon, she closed her eyes and fell asleep. Half an hour later, a man was wearing a white bathrobe, his hair wet. Under the lighting, the water droplets at his hair tips glistened and quickly dripped to the ground, soaking into the carpet. His figure was tall and straight, shoulders broad, with a firm face. Seeing the girl lying on the sofa, his eyebrows knitted slightly, and he walked over to her. Standing by the girl’s side, she seemed particularly petite and delicate against his backdrop. The girl’s face was beautiful, with a pair of willow-leaf eyebrows, slightly smiling. Her eyes, lively like water, were now closed, her long eyelashes fluttering, and she slept deeply, weak snores emanating tenderly from her small mouth. Bao Shaojin felt another surge of heat rise through his body, making him even more irritable. Just after taking a cold shower, yet again... He bent down arrogantly, reaching out to hold her in his arms, heading towards the inner room. Reaching the bedroom where she had once stayed, his steps faltered, gaze landing on the door a short distance away, a shadowy gleam crossing his eyes. After lingering for a few seconds, he returned her to the original bedroom. He didn’t linger and left. He knew very well that if he let certain thoughts run wild, they would eventually consume him. He reached out and quietly closed the door for her. Soon, the dim hallway was filled with smoke, cigarette after cigarette falling from his fingers, the air tinged with a heavy smell of smoke. The man leaned against the cold wall, like a bronze statue, motionless. Inside the bedroom, An Yin slept in a daze, feeling a vague pain in her throat. In a state of semi-consciousness, she forced herself to swallow, swallowing painfully, and slowly opened her sleepy eyes. Everything was pitch-black around her. She reached out to rub her eyes and habitually reached for her phone by the pillow, but after groping around, she found nothing.