"Tell me, who is he?"
Before an exquisite tea table, a voice filled with cold anger echoed in Nangong Qianyu's ears. Facing her was the woman in the bathrobe from earlier.
The woman's name was Fang Junxue, one of the villa's owners and also Nangong Qianyu's close best friend.
At this moment, she was wearing a white dress that accentuated her perfect proportions. Faint moisture still lingered on her exposed fair skin, creating a hazy, ethereal beauty.
If one could ignore the icy aura emanating from her, her elegant posture while seated would have been a feast for the eyes.
But now, for the two present, it was an ordeal.
"Sister Junxue, the situation is like this..."
With no other choice, Nangong Qianyu had to brace herself and explain the entire story to the woman before her.
Without any concealment.
And our pitiable young Ye Ming sat awkwardly beside Nangong Qianyu, not daring to lift his head, his gaze fixed on the floor.
After all, the moment Ye Ming arrived, he had almost seen everything!
Though his eyes had feasted, his back felt a slight chill.
Actually, Nangong Qianyu's original plan was to bring Ye Ming here and let him figure out how to get her best friend to agree to him staying.
But who knew that as soon as they entered the house, this sensual and awkward scene would unfold.
...
"Special Grade Martial Artist?" Fang Junxue frowned, her gaze shifting to Ye Ming, seemingly questioning his identity.
Seeing this, Nangong Qianyu quickly said to Ye Ming, "Ye Ming, this is my good sister, Fang Junxue."
"Sister Junxue, look!" Ye Ming hastily handed over his identification.
Ye Ming was incredibly well-behaved at this moment.
Even though he was facing a beauty of unparalleled allure, his eyes did not wander.
Of course, it was also possible that he had already seen what he should and shouldn't have seen.
Fang Junxue took the identification and examined it carefully.
"Forget it!" Fang Junxue's tone softened considerably, her expressionless face saying, "No matter who you are, the fact that you saved Qianyu is undeniable."
Upon hearing Fang Junxue's words, both of them couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"However..." Fang Junxue's voice rose again, immediately making both of them tense up.
"However, if you want to stay here, absolutely not!" Fang Junxue stated decisively, leaving no room for negotiation.
Fang Junxue's refusal was within Nangong Qianyu's expectations. Therefore, the subsequent challenge only needed to be thrown back to Ye Ming.
After all, it wasn't as if she disagreed.
Nangong Qianyu gave Ye Ming a look of helplessness.
"Given that it's very late today, I can let you stay for the night." Fang Junxue said, then stood up and left.
However, as Fang Junxue walked, if one observed carefully, they would notice that her left leg seemed to require more effort when walking.
It was just that Fang Junxue usually tried her best to conceal it, making it difficult for others to notice.
This was perhaps what Ye Ming had inferred earlier—a deficiency in vitality!
It seemed that the hidden ailment in her leg had introduced a flaw into this otherwise perfect white lotus, which was truly regrettable and heartbreaking.
"There! It's not like I disagreed!" Nangong Qianyu said with a triumphant smile. "Fortunately, Sister Junxue is willing to take you in for a night, so you should be grateful."
Ye Ming paid no mind to Nangong Qianyu's words.
But thinking of the hidden ailment in Fang Junxue's leg, his brow furrowed, and he silently pondered, "It's likely not as simple as it appears!"
"Hey, what's wrong?" Nangong Qianyu, seeing Ye Ming remain silent, assumed he was worried about accommodation. She patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, we're partners now, after all. I won't let you sleep on the streets."
Uh!
It seems Miss Qianyu is quite good at comforting people.
"Thank you very much!" Ye Ming patted Nangong Qianyu's shoulder in return, smiling as he said, "But I probably won't need your help."
"Hmph!" Nangong Qianyu slapped his hand off her shoulder with a snap, disdainfully saying, "Just you pretending!"
After speaking, she ignored Ye Ming and walked upstairs, leaving behind a parting remark, "Your room is on the far left upstairs."
Upon hearing this, Ye Ming watched Nangong Qianyu's retreating figure, a slight smile curling his lips. "Quite tsundere."
Then he withdrew his thoughts and sat down on the sofa.
"It seems I need to plan carefully!" Ye Ming murmured to himself.
As for whether Fang Junxue would agree to let him stay, he wasn't worried.
As long as he could cure the hidden ailment in her leg, he believed it shouldn't be difficult for him to reside here.
However, there were some things he wasn't sure if he should tell her.
This was what Ye Ming was struggling with.
Although he didn't know exactly what had happened to Fang Junxue, Ye Ming's intuition told him that if certain things were revealed, he would inevitably be implicated.
"Forget it!" After a long period of silence, Ye Ming's eyes became resolute. "Perhaps this is fate! Just like her back then."
Even though Ye Ming disliked trouble, if he truly encountered it, he couldn't just ignore it.
He knew he couldn't.
After Ye Ming had sorted out his thoughts and was about to go upstairs, the sound of footsteps, one heavy and one light, reached his ears again.
When he saw the woman in the white dress again, Ye Ming suddenly felt a pang of self-reproach.
Why had he been hesitant earlier?
Perhaps this was how people felt when faced with beauty—no, at this moment, it should be when faced with a beautiful person—their mood would become exceptionally good.
"Sister Junxue!" Ye Ming stood up and said with a smile.
Fang Junxue slowly walked to Ye Ming's opposite and sat down, her legs together, saying faintly, "Sit!"
Fang Junxue's posture was elegant, her every movement perfectly showcasing a woman's unique softness and beauty.
Even if she did nothing, simply gazing at her face, meticulously sculpted by the heavens, would make one fall into a daze, unable to extricate themselves.
"I'll be direct, and I hope you don't mind," Fang Junxue said frankly as she looked at Ye Ming.
"Please speak, Sister Junxue." Ye Ming naturally wouldn't mind.
This time, Fang Junxue's tone was no longer flat but carried a hint of coldness. "What is your purpose in approaching Qianyu?"
After asking, Fang Junxue's eyes, filled with a cold glint, fixed on Ye Ming, observing his every expression and movement.
At this moment, Fang Junxue seemed to be radiating an invisible, chilling aura.
The surrounding air felt as if it were frozen, and the temperature dropped sharply.
In terms of psychological impact, the oppressive force emanating from Fang Junxue at this moment was no less than the pressure previously exerted by Hengshan.
In fact, it was even stronger.