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Wei Yuan slept deeply until dawn, and he had a dream.
In the dream, the scene was covered with roses everywhere, and he saw many couples sitting among the flowers, sharing sweet moments that made others envious.
However, there were also some single men and women wandering through the flower bushes, seemingly lost. They began to frantically try to pluck all the roses, but whenever they pulled one out, another would grow back in its place.
One of the single men got angry and shouted at the couples, "I wish you were all long-lost siblings!"
That was harsh. Wei Yuan vaguely remembered having said something similar before, but then he heard something even harsher. A single woman cried out, "I hope you spend your mornings on February Fourteenth and your evenings on July Fourteenth!"
Wei Yuan felt struck by those words. In a moment of kindness, he ran over to the two and said, "Why don't you two just become a couple and make it complete?"
To his surprise, the two yelled at him, "What’s it to you?!"
Then they both kicked at Wei Yuan. Just as their kicks reached his chest, Wei Yuan suddenly shouted and woke up.
He took out his phone and checked the calendar; it was indeed February Fourteenth. No wonder he had such a nightmare!
He felt his chest and found that the bruises from his fight with Viper Man had disappeared, likely due to the effects of the medicinal bath.
However, after a whole night of exercise, when he got out of bed, he realized that every muscle in his body was protesting. It felt like his bones were falling apart, and he couldn't muster any strength. Yet from within his bones emanated a warm heat that comforted him!
He forced himself to move a bit. Although still sore, he could manage to walk and jump; it was just a bit difficult. Today was a good day for some couples—February Fourteenth, Valentine's Day—though people secretly referred to it as "Loss of Virginity Day."
For Wei Yuan, it wasn't too bad either; at least today was Sunday, the only day off for this high school senior during the week.
Wei Yuan had no intention of spending this holiday in bed. No matter how sore he felt, he needed to think about how to spend the evening with Lan Xue and find a way to define their relationship!
Thinking about this made Wei Yuan quite happy since she was someone he had secretly liked for two or three years. As he gathered his spirits to face this dreaded Valentine's Day, he suddenly kicked off the blanket and realized someone was holding down one corner of it.
Wei Yuan cursed himself for being careless; he hadn’t even noticed someone was sleeping next to him. If it were Lan Bo or Jiang Yu seeking revenge, he would have died hundreds of times already. It must have been due to last night's excessive exercise that he had lost all sensation while sleeping.
Wei Yuan turned his head and followed the smooth back with his gaze. She was wearing only a thin nightgown, her long hair cascading over her shoulders like black satin—seemingly messy yet full of grace. Wei Yuan gently brushed aside her hair.
There were only two women in this room. If Han Ling were sleeping next to him, then either he was dreaming or experiencing something supernatural. So it was an answer that made sense yet was unexpected: the person sleeping next to him was Yang Ying!
At this moment, Yang Ying's charming face was still adorned with a smile, her clothes disheveled. If someone were to see her like this, they could conjure up countless versions of fantasies.
Wei Yuan checked himself over and found nothing unusual, which eased his mind. Although he wouldn't suffer any loss, provoking this female tyrannosaurus was certainly not a good idea.
Wei Yuan's hand was still resting on Yang Ying's hair when she suddenly felt something and grabbed his hand, preparing to throw him out without even opening her eyes.
Fortunately, Wei Yuan was not the kind of weakling who couldn't handle a little roughness. Despite feeling sore all over from being tossed by her, he managed to stand his ground firmly.
Watching Yang Ying slowly open her eyes, Wei Yuan looked bewildered, unsure how to resolve the awkward situation. So he decided to take the initiative.
"What are you doing here? What did you do to me?" Wei Yuan said with a wronged expression.
Yang Ying was momentarily at a loss for words. When had a man ever taken the initiative to say such things? It didn't fit the script at all!
"I didn't do anything!" Yang Ying replied anxiously.
"Be clear with me—why are you sleeping here?" Wei Yuan demanded.
But soon, Yang Ying calmed down and explained, "I actually had some questions I wanted to ask you last night. When I came over, you were already asleep. I wanted to wake you up but felt bad seeing you sleep so soundly. However, I really wanted to ask you those questions, so I got caught up in whether or not to wake you..."
"And then?" Wei Yuan prompted.
Yang Ying smiled awkwardly and said, "Then I was so conflicted that I couldn't take it anymore, so I lay down by your bed for a bit. I didn't expect to wake up and find you standing here."
"What question could make you so conflicted?" Wei Yuan asked.
Then Yang Ying seemed to treat him like a quiz show contestant, bombarding him with questions as if he were the answer to ten thousand whys.
"Why did Yuan Ziyi tell you that Han Ling is her sister?" Yang Ying asked.
Clearly, Wei Yuan was not an all-knowing computer, and he stumbled on the first question: "I want to know too!"
Yang Ying had to change her approach: "Well, when she mentioned Han Ling, it must have been for a reason. She wouldn't just be chatting about her family matters with you, right?"
This line of questioning seemed effective as Wei Yuan responded, "Isn't it about Han Ling's illness? Didn't I tell you she has a fear of men and mild autism? Naturally, Yuan Ziyi, as her sister, would want to help her get better."
Yang Ying analyzed his words and said, "Then her expression seemed a bit unwilling. Yuan Ziyi hopes you will cooperate and then drag her to the hospital for surgery?"
Wei Yuan felt embarrassed and repeated Yuan Ziyi's original words: "The scar on her face is not the problem; the main issue is treating her emotional trauma."
Upon hearing this, Yang Ying exclaimed, "Goodness! You actually want to use yourself as bait. Congratulations, you're about to become the son-in-law of the Purple Robe Marquis. However, your Lan Xue will probably have to be let go!"
"Purple Robe Marquis?"
It was obvious that Wei Yuan found this title a bit strange.
"That's just Yuan Ziyi and Han Ling's father! He is currently the highest authority in the Purple Robe Pavilion, equivalent to the head of a mafia, a big shot! Do you understand?" Yang Ying explained in a very crude but straightforward manner.
Taking advantage of her opening up, Wei Yuan quickly asked, "What kind of organization is the Purple Robe Pavilion?"
Yang Ying glanced at Wei Yuan and said, "Alright, since you're already involved, I can't let you go in without knowing the details; otherwise, it would be a shame for you to die in vain!"
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