Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

  Ring, ring. The call went through, but no one answered the phone.

  The call got disconnected after a moment of ringing.

  Unresigned to this outcome, Nian Xiaomu continued calling, but it was still the same—No one answered the call.

  The comments on the internet were still growing.

  More and more people commented on this topic.

  Someone even started to imagine that she was the one who had bewitched Yu Yuehan, had persuaded him to use his power and influence to help her silence Xing Li, and had made up a false impression of Xing Li’s suicide because she was worried that someone would discover her deeds.

  If Xing Li really was dead, she would be the murderer…


  “All of them are so good at making up stories. Why don’t they write novels as their job?” Nian Xiaomu was so pissed that she nearly smashed her cell phone when she saw those comments.

  How did she turn into a murderer when she did not even see Xing Li or even catch a glimpse of her shadow?

  If she could kill someone through the air, she would first kill the one who was spreading rumors and creating trouble!

  “We’re arriving at Fan Yu’s villa. We will soon have an answer as to whether or not it is real.” Yu Yuehan reached out and gave her puffed up face a squeeze. With an indifferent expression on his aristocratic face, he did not seem to be a single bit affected by the comments on the internet.

  Nian Xiaomu tilted her head and asked, “Aren’t you angry? The online users are saying it as though you were some devil who would not bat an eyelid to kill someone.”


  She was the vixen who bewitches men, while he was the incapable ruler who was bewitched by her.

  It didn’t make sense that she was so angry, but he did not have any reaction.

  “Yeah.” Yu Yuehan lifted his eyelids, cast a glance at her, and said, “You have the attributes of a vixen. It’s normal for me to get bewitched.”


  Nian Xiaomu: “…”


  Was he praising her or was he being mean to her?

  Very soon, the car stopped in front of a private villa.

  Nian Xiaomu had been reading the online comments throughout the car ride and had a load of suppressed anger in her heart.

  The moment the car pulled over, she pushed open the car door and walked inside the villa.

  Either the security guards at the entrance knew her or Fan Yu had given them instructions prior to their arrival because when they saw her, they did not stop her and instead greeted her politely.

  “Hello, Miss Nian.”


  “Where’s Fan Yu? I need to see him. Is he at home?” Nian Xiaomu paused in her steps and asked.

  The security guard replied swiftly and said, “Yes, he is in.”


  When Nian Xiaomu heard this, she bypassed them without a second word and headed inside.

  Just when she reached the backyard, she saw the butler of the private villa walk out in a hurry.

  He seemed to have received the information from the security guards.

  He was still panting as he rushed forward to Nian Xiaomu.

  “Miss Nian…”


  “I want to see Fan Yu. Where is he now?” Nian Xiaomu asked directly.

  After that, she bypassed the butler and looked at the living room of the villa.

  Nobody seemed to be in the living room.

  However, the security guard had mentioned that Fan Yu was at home.

  Could he be in his study or in his bedroom?

  Nian Xiaomu was a little anxious and wanted to bypass the butler and head straight inside. However, the butler continued to use his body to block her.

  “Miss Nian, Young Master Fan is in his bedroom. However, it might not be convenient for him to see his guests now. You can head to the living room for a cup of tea first and wait for a while…” Before the butler could finish his words, Nian Xiaomu’s gaze darkened.

  It was merely dusk now, and the sky wasn’t even completely dark yet.

  He had returned to his bedroom at such an early hour and was even in an inconvenient state to meet his guests. Did he want to tell her that he was preparing to sleep?

  Nobody would believe him!

  Or could he be together with Xing Li…


  Nian Xiaomu seemed to have thought of something as she bypassed the butler and entered the living room.

  She swept a look at the minimalistic, yet fashionable, living room. The next second, she turned around and asked the butler, “Where is Fan Yu’s bedroom?”


  “Upstairs. The master bedroom beside the staircase… No, Miss Nian, Young Master is…” Before the butler could finish speaking, Nian Xiaomu had already turned around and sprinted upstairs!