Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

When Mu Hui woke up, she found herself in a warm embrace.

She was stunned. There was a handsome face right in front of her.

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Fu Siye was still sleeping. His curved and beautiful thin lips were pursed tightly, and a small row of fan-shaped shadows could be seen under his eyes.

She could feel his light breath on her face. A pleasant scent of cold wood lingered on his body. His eyelashes were long.

Mu Hui’s heart skipped a beat, and her gaze stopped involuntarily on Fu Siye’s thin lips.

A strange thought suddenly crossed her mind. Such lips should be very comfortable to kiss.

She was engrossed in her thoughts when suddenly she bumped into a pair of deep and dark eyes. They were like bottomless whirlpools. They were so mesmerizing that she was unable to extricate herself from them.

Mu Hui felt a little embarrassed when he caught her peeking at him. Before she could say anything, a warm and big palm brushed her forehead. She could feel that his palm was very hot.

Fu Siye looked at her and said with a deep and hoarse voice, “You’re awake? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?”

His tone was so gentle, causing Mu Hui to be absent-minded for a moment.

Fu Siye frowned slightly when he did not get a response from her. He was about to ask further, but Mu Hui turned her head away and said, “I’m fine.”

Her slightly red earlobes were pitiful.

Fu Siye could not help but laugh out loud, while Mu Hui glared at him angrily and said, “Men and women shouldn’t be intimate. Who allowed you to hug me and sleep with me?”

Fu Siye raised his eyebrows slightly and replied, “You’re my woman. How can we sleep in separate rooms?”

Only then did Mu Hui remember the role that she was playing. She pursed her lips tightly and was still indignant as she said, “Then you can sleep on the floor.”

Fu Siye gave a faint smile.

“This is my room. Why should I sleep on the floor?”

“This person!”

Mu Hui gave him a sideways glance and stood up. She said, “Forget it. Nothing happened anyway. At least you know what’s good for you!”

Fu Siye’s eyes flashed, and he said with a smile, “It sounds like you’re a little disappointed?”

Mu Hui glared at him.

Suddenly, the phone on the table vibrated. It was Guo Biao!

After thinking about the matter that she had asked Guo Biao to handle, Mu Hui felt more confident. She quickly went to the bathroom to wash up.

“Boss!”

Guo Biao’s smug voice came from the other end of the phone as if he had good news to tell.

Mu Hui asked, “It’s done?”

Guo Biao could not deny it. He had followed Mu Hui’s instructions and found a few gangsters under the ninth master to beat up Lu Yichen.

At the same time, he ordered people to spread the news that Lu Yichen had secretly planned to replace the ninth master. He deliberately asked them to spread the news to the ninth master.

“You did well.”

Mu Hui was very satisfied with Guo Biao’s efficiency. Suddenly, she thought of another problem.

“How is the ninth master’s collection of evidence coming along?”

Guo Biao’s proud tone choked. After a long while, he stuttered, “There’s still no progress.”

“No progress?”

Mu Hui frowned slightly, somewhat surprised.

According to the description in the book, the ninth master was a reckless and foolhardy individual. There were countless evil people under him.

Logically speaking, it should be very easy to gather evidence of his crimes.

Could it be that the description in the book was wrong?

Mu Hui thought of how she had repeatedly tried to sow discord between the ninth master and Lu Yichen, but to no avail.

She had always thought that Lu Yichen was too cunning. From the looks of it, the ninth master was probably hiding something too.

If there was a chance, she could also try to rope the ninth master in.

Mu Hui was very much looking forward to Lu Yichen’s reaction when he finds out that his biggest backer had become her ally.

“Keep an eye on the ninth master first. Don’t act rashly.”

Mu Hui pondered for a moment and ordered, “Keep an eye on him. If he goes to the clubhouse, inform me immediately.”

She remembered the original plot. The ninth master was going to be attacked in the clubhouse in the near future, and Lu Yichen happened to save him.

It was exactly because of this life-saving grace that Lu Yichen was able to gain ninth master’s attention and become famous overnight.

However, this time, she would definitely not give Lu Yichen the chance to turn the tables.

Guo Biao immediately arranged for people to keep an eye on the ninth master according to Mu Hui’s instructions.

Mu Hui walked out of the bathroom and found that Fu Siye was still there.

He was lying on the bed and seemed to have fallen asleep again. His brows were tightly furrowed, and his cold and deep face was abnormally red.

Mu Hui’s heart tightened. She raised his hand to touch Fu Siye’s forehead, and her heart skipped a beat.

“He has a fever?”

She did not notice it earlier!

Before Mu Hui could do anything, she heard Fu Sichen’s sarcastic voice outside the door.

“Bring the breakfast over. There’s no need to wait for them. It’s rare to get married. I’m afraid Fu Siye has been working hard all night. His kidneys are already weak, and he can’t get out of bed.”

“What time is it? There’s still no sign of him getting out of bed! Grandfather just got sick yesterday, and Fu Siye is already in a good mood…”

Mu Hui opened the door coldly and asked, “Are you done?”