Huh? Isn't This A Galgame?

Zhuang Yichen lay beside him, breathing evenly, as if in deep sleep.

When Wen Nan sat up from the bed, the other person unconsciously turned over, a cold arm wrapping around his waist, as if to hold him back.

Wen Nan paused in his movement, gently lifted the arm off himself, and then quietly slipped out of bed and left the room.

He walked downstairs, stood in the corridor, and looked at the doors of the two guest rooms that stood side by side. Wen Nan hesitated for a moment.

After thinking for a while, he lifted his foot and walked toward Qiqi's room. Just as he took a step, Yu Shujun's door opened.

Wen Nan withdrew his foot, looked at the person standing behind the door, and smiled, "Back so soon?"

For some reason, Yu Shujun felt that the other's smile... was a bit stiff.

Thinking about what he had just done to the body double in the passenger seat, Yu Shujun suddenly felt a bit guilty.

But soon, Yu Shujun dismissed his worries — it was just an unconscious shell, the other party shouldn't find out.

Yu Shujun restored his expressionless appearance and nodded, "Hmm, coming in?"

He then opened the door a bit wider and stepped aside to clear the entrance to the room.

Wen Nan stared at the narrow opening that was now open to him, unable to decide whether to enter right away.

Yu Shujun looked at Wen Nan, observing the subtle expressions on his face.

Despite having entered so many times before, why was he suddenly rejecting his invitation now?

Yu Shujun hesitated to speak, "You..."

From the end of the corridor came faint footsteps, drawing nearer to them.

Both turned to look toward the direction from which the footsteps came, and saw the maid Meimei approaching them with a tray.

Seeing the two people, Meimei paused, "Young Master Ye Jiu, Sister Xiao Jun, you... haven't slept yet?"

Wen Nan replied with a smile, "Meimei, so late, what are you bringing over?"

Meimei raised the tray higher and explained:

"Oh, just before Uncle Zhao had an accident, Sister Qiqi went to the kitchen saying she was thirsty and wanted to find some iced drinks. She couldn't find any, so Aunt Zhang went over to help but found that the ice was gone. She told Sister Qiqi to go back and wait for a while, and they'll bring it up once the new ice is ready.

"But then the incident happened. Aunt Zhang is quite upset now, with trembling hands, so she asked me to help bring the iced drink up to Sister Qiqi."

As she spoke, she offered the ice bucket on the tray to the two, "Would you like a drink too? There's extra."

Wen Nan turned to look at Yu Shujun, silently asking if he was interested.

Yu Shujun shook his head.

Wen Nan also declined and instead asked, "How is Aunt Zhang doing? I'd like to check on her if it's convenient?"

Meimei seemed surprised that he would be concerned about a housemaid with whom he had little interaction, paused, then nodded, "Sure, it's convenient. I'll bring the drink in and then take you down."

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The maid's quarters.

After Meimei left, the panicked expression on Aunt Zhang's face instantly disappeared.

Her lips tightened, she lifted the bed sheet, got off the bed, and was about to head to the door when, from the windowsill behind her, a figure jumped down.

Aunt Zhang turned back and, upon seeing the familiar old face, froze, "What are you doing here?"

Uncle Wang, the repairman, lifted his hand, gripped the window frame, and leaped inside, "I heard Zhao Gang is dead?"

Aunt Zhang nodded, "Yes, at the door of the storage room, died accidentally."

"Accidentally?" Uncle Wang moved step by step toward Aunt Zhang, "It wasn't you?"

Aunt Zhang's brows knitted, "I don't understand what you are saying, he approached that storage room on his own, had an accident, what does that have to do with me?"

Uncle Wang snorted coldly and bypassed Aunt Zhang, heading straight for the door.

As he brushed past her, Aunt Zhang raised her hand, grabbing his arm, "What are you doing?"

Uncle Wang glanced at her hand gripping him, "None of your damn business?"

Aunt Zhang said with a stern face, "If you're going near the storage room, there's no need. The scene has been cleaned, you'll just mess things up."

"Who do you think you are?" Uncle Wang sneered, "Even qualified to give me orders?"

With that, Uncle Wang raised a hand, grabbing Aunt Zhang's wrist.

Aunt Zhang's face turned grim, just about to act, when the door suddenly opened.

Meimei appeared outside, followed by the guest known as Ye Jiu and assistant Xiao Jun.

In an instant, Aunt Zhang's grip loosened completely, Uncle Wang twisted her hand behind her, forcing her to kneel, crying out "oh! oh! oh!" like a bullied old woman.

Seeing the scene, Meimei became anxious, rushing forward, "Uncle Wang! What are you doing! How can you bully Aunt Zhang?"

Uncle Wang, who was holding Aunt Zhang's fingers, withdrew his hand as if shocked, his eyes falling on Yu Shujun last, growing darker. He then bit his teeth, turned, and jumped out the window, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

Yu Shujun took two steps forward and pursued out the window.

Wen Nan quickly walked to the window, looked at the two figures disappearing into the night, then turned back to look into the room.

Meimei was already supporting Aunt Zhang, back to sitting on the bed.

"Aunt Zhang, are you alright? Did you get hurt, let me see?" Meimei said, reaching to pull Aunt Zhang's sleeve to look at her wrist.

"No, no injuries." Aunt Zhang hastily pulled her hand back, retracting her sleeve a bit more, she looked up at the window where Wen Nan stood, "Mr. Ye... why did you come suddenly?"

"Young Master Ye was worried about your situation, Aunt Zhang, and wanted to come check on you." Meimei quickly answered.