Thirty minutes ago, [Feng Shui Huan] guild hall.
In an ancient-style landscape courtyard, a middle-aged man in traditional Chinese long robe sat leisurely on a floor cushion, sipping tea in a pavilion.
A young mber with a quirky ponytail hurriedly crossed the corridor, walked up to the middle-aged man, and respectfully saluted,
"Master, the newly established guild office in Ga Hall 36792 has been completely dismantled."
"Hmm, good." The middle-aged man responded gently with a faint smile on his face.
The young mber stood respectfully to the side, showing no sign of leaving, opened his mouth, and hesitated to speak.
"What is it?" The middle-aged man glanced at him, gesturing with a raised hand towards the opposite floor cushion, indicating that if the young disciple had sothing to say, he could sit down and talk.
Receiving permission, the young mber smiled and stepped forward, unceremoniously sitting cross-legged on the floor cushion, leaning forward to ask, "Master, I don't understand, back when that trial map wasn't finished, you clearly said that if Jun Wuming couldn't get that fragnt, you'd personally intervene. But why did you change your mind when the trial ended..."
The middle-aged man laughed, not at all annoyed by the disciple's questioning, and said calmly, "I'm not a god. It's only normal to occasionally miscalculate. Knowing one's mistakes and correcting them is praiseworthy."
The young mber chuckled but didn't respond.
Since he joined the Feng Shui Huan guild, this was the first ti he had seen the chairman miscalculate, and he never thought it was a normal thing.
But since the master admitted his mistake, as a disciple, it wasn't appropriate to say more about it.
Scratching his head, the young mber quickly moved on to the next topic, "Master, I t that person, he's indeed very formidable.
"When I tested him, that person… is definitely a deeply hidden big shot!
"I gave him the invitation letter then, but as you predicted, he declined."
The middle-aged man nodded, responding with a light sound from his nose.
The young mber continued, "As for that blonde guy, I've also kicked him out and communicated with several dium to large guilds, asking them to reject him."
The young mber paused, his expression heavy as he said, "That blonde guy then went to that person's new guild and beca their first mber."
The middle-aged man sipped his tea, answering casually, "Hmm, that's good."
Seeing the chairman's expression, the young mber was a bit dumbfounded, "Master, did you deliberately set things up to force that blonde into his guild?"
The middle-aged man smiled, shaking his head, "How can it be considered a setup? It's rely going with the flow, doing a favor."
The young mber, full of questions, was about to speak when he saw the golden light flash across the jade pendant on the middle-aged man's chest.
Upon seeing the glow, the middle-aged man's expression changed imdiately.
For the first ti, the young mber saw his master without a calm deanor, instead replaced with surprise, confusion, and gravity.
Gazing at the jade on his chest, the middle-aged man murmured lowly, "...why voluntarily submit?"
The young mber vaguely felt that the master wasn't addressing him, but wasn't sure if he should respond. In his hesitation, he saw the middle-aged man across him co to his own conclusion, nodding to himself as he answered:
"Once an instance begins, players can no longer intervene. The only way to break the ga rules and send in their player account is to apply for a binding golden control design spanning all realms."
After a brief pause, the middle-aged man continued, "That character account clearly has twenty-eight stars, more than enough to deal with a few ghosts in the beginner instances. Why this urgency to send in a top-tier account...
"Could it be, as the [Ghost Control Master Alliance] hacker discovered, there was an imnsely powerful external force in that map? Forcing you to use a player account to act?"
With this thought, the middle-aged man lowered his gaze, staring at the clear tea in his cup for a while, then slowly shook his head, "Is it really worth it for you to go to such lengths?"
He lifted his head again, eyes falling on so void, questioning internally:
"Or is there so other hidden reason behind all this, Jun Wuming?"
...
...
Li Shuyi's ho, bedroom.
After Yu Shujun left without looking back, Wen Nan slowly walked to Li Shuyi's side, bent slightly, and asked, "You're awake?"
Li Shuyi withdrew her gaze from the doorway and looked at Wen Nan, "Who was that woman?"
"My friend. I saw you weren't well, so I asked him to co over and check on you."
Wen Nan gave a half-hearted excuse full of loopholes.
But Li Shuyi didn't press further, accepting the answer likely due to Wen Nan's now maxed charm value or perhaps because her character naturally tended to overlook players unrelated to herself.
In any case, Li Shuyi clutched the corner of the thin blanket in her hand, glanced at her body partially hidden under the covers, and gave Wen Nan a slightly awkward smile, saying:
"Mr. Ye, could you get the birthday cake out of the fridge for ? I'll... change clothes and co out."
Wen Nan happily nodded, placing the cake on the coffee table, and just as he was unwrapping the box, he spotted Li Shuyi coming out of the bedroom in a tight-fitting camisole dress.
"Happy birthday," Wen Nan smiled at her, "Would you like to make a wish and blow out the candles?"
Sitting right next to Wen Nan, Li Shuyi glanced at the three candles on the cake and then gave the man beside her a aningful look.
9527: [Congratulations, target 'The young housewife from next door' current strategy level increased to: 10%!]
Wen Nan lit the three candles with a lighter.
Li Shuyi nestled obediently by his side, her hand wrapped around Wen Nan's muscular arm, gently pinching it.
Very firm, Li Shuyi was quite satisfied.
9527: [Congratulations, target 'The young housewife from next door' current strategy level increased to: 18%!]
Feigning ignorance, Wen Nan carefully lit the candles, a slight smile tugging at his lips.
The woman who would automatically increase strategy level by touching his body was back.
"Shall we?" Wen Nan gently pushed the cake with lit candles in front of Li Shuyi.
Li Shuyi clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, seriously made a wish, and then blew out the candles in one breath.
"What did you wish for?"
"If I say it out loud, it won't co true."
Li Shuyi turned her head back, smiling at Wen Nan, and for the first ti from that angle, noticed the wound at the corner of his mouth, causing her smile to freeze.
She leaned closer to Wen Nan, raising her hand intending to touch the wound, but afraid of causing him pain, her fingertips hovered in the air without daring to land, only furrowing her brows as she asked, "How did this happen?"
Wen Nan casually replied, "It's nothing, I just wasn't careful."
Li Shuyi seed to vaguely guess what might have happened, her eyes showing so guilt, "Does it hurt?"
"It's fine." Wen Nan smiled.
"Shall I help you numb the pain?"
Li Shuyi said as she leaned forward, extending her tongue, like a kitten, gently licking Wen Nan's lip corner, where the wound hadn't scabbed over yet.
There was a slight pain, but mostly it felt ticklish.
As Wen Nan savored the kiss, a system notification echoed in his mind—
9527: [Congratulations, target 'The young housewife from next door' current strategy level increased to: 26%!]
If that's the case...
Wen Nan circled an arm around Li Shuyi's waist, his other hand holding her neck, taking the lead to deepen the brief kiss.
Li Shuyi's breathing gradually beca heavier, her palm pressed against Wen Nan's chest, her fingers resting on Wen Nan's firm muscles, kneading gently like a cat treading dough.
9527: [Congratulations, target 'The young housewife from next door' current strategy level increased to: 38%!]
Wen Nan raised his hand to grasp her mischievous hand on his chest, saying hoarsely, "Cake first, then you?"
Upon hearing this, Li Shuyi was montarily stunned, then retreated from Wen Nan.
Lying face up on the sofa, she raised her hand, her fingers scooping two dollops of white cream from the cake, saring it across her chest.
"If Mr. Ye wants, you can enjoy both together."
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