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Wei Yuan felt somewhat bewildered as he listened to the seemingly time-traveling dialogue between Yang Ying and Bai. From Bai's attention towards him, he could already infer that he had inexplicably become embroiled in their conflict. Bai clearly noticed Wei Yuan preparing to help Yang Ying and immediately sensed that their relationship was not simple.
This strange thought suddenly appeared in Wei Yuan's mind for reasons he couldn't understand. It seemed Bai wanted to ask Yang Ying for something. The last time on the bus, didn't Yang Ying encounter those people who were all wearing purple clothes after breaking through the siege? Could this suggest that Bai was also a member of the Purple Robe Pavilion like those people?
While Wei Yuan was still trying to piece together the situation through his deductions, Bai suddenly took action. It seemed that someone with a bit of ability would have some accompanying signs; superheroes wear their underwear outside, magical girls transform first, and Digimon evolve. But for Yang Ying, it was putting on gloves and applying medicine, while Bai was taking off his gloves!
After tossing the gloves onto the car, Bai also removed his sunglasses. Wei Yuan instinctively stepped back two paces, preparing himself mentally to watch a showdown between experts. However, he noticed that Yang Ying had no intention of attacking; instead, she spoke in a soft tone, “Senior Brother, do you really want to take my life?”
Bai fell silent upon hearing this, seemingly recalling the bond between senior and junior siblings. He sighed and said, “Junior Sister, I don’t want to either. Just hand over the item, and I won’t make things difficult for you…”
Before Bai could finish his sentence, Yang Ying had already launched a surprise attack. However, this time her sneak attack did not involve any lethal moves or strikes to his head; she simply tugged off his hat!
This left Wei Yuan standing by in confusion. Without the hat obscuring his features, Wei Yuan felt that Bai looked familiar but couldn't quite place him. Then he heard Yang Ying exclaim with exaggerated surprise as she pointed at Bai, “Bai, you are White Mist! I love watching your shows; please give me your autograph!”
Her voice was loud enough to be heard for miles around, shocking women from eight to eighty: “Where is White Mist? Bai, I love you!”
It was then that Wei Yuan remembered that this guy was indeed White Mist! The one who had debuted three years ago and starred in nearly ten idol dramas during a time when the market was flooded with ridiculous meteor shower-themed series. He brought about a wave of Azure Wind with dramas suitable for all ages—neither brainless nor overly dramatic. Although Wei Yuan had never watched them, he had heard enough reviews to wonder: Do such idol dramas even have ratings?
Those young girls and housewives had researched his dramas just to follow him closely, which surprised Wei Yuan. However, it seemed that this year at the Hong Kong Film Awards, this guy had won Best Newcomer—so there was some recognition there.
No wonder he looked so familiar! But Wei Yuan couldn't understand why such a hot star in recent years would appear here as a so-called member of the Purple Robe Pavilion.
Soon enough, the area where Wei Yuan and Yang Ying were located became crowded with fans. The two quickly seized the opportunity to leave. Meanwhile, upon seeing so many fans approaching him, White Mist changed his demeanor entirely and began smiling warmly as he greeted them and posed for photos…
Yang Ying quickly dragged Wei Yuan's hand and fled until they gradually confirmed their safety, at which point Yang Ying realized she was still holding Wei Yuan's hand. Naturally, she gently let go and said apologetically, "I'm sorry for dragging you into this."
Upon hearing this, Wei Yuan could only helplessly respond, "If we never meet again, I’ll just be someone who meddled in your affairs, a passerby foolishly imagining himself as a hero saving a damsel in distress!"
Yang Ying replied, "I think so too."
At that moment, they both realized their conversation mirrored the one they had during their first meeting, only with their roles reversed. They exchanged glances and smiled at each other. Wei Yuan then noticed that her smile seemed to hold countless charms, with dimples that captivated his heart.
Yang Ying and Lan Xue were two different types of girls. Lan Xue was elegant and pure like a blooming lotus, making one feel comfortable just by observing from afar. In contrast, Yang Ying was like a bright red rose, stirring the inner desires of men!
As Wei Yuan slowly watched her figure fade away, he was left with the sound of her melodious laughter and a faint lingering fragrance that was refreshing.
After being tossed around by Bai and Yang Ying, Wei Yuan finally realized his stomach was protesting. After grabbing a quick bite somewhere, he took the bus home to pack some clothes. Standing reluctantly at the door, he surveyed the once joyful home of three.
Wei Yuan was not a sentimental person, but at that moment, fearing the unreasonable harassment and harsh words from debt collectors, he could only send his mother to stay temporarily at his uncle's house. He too had no place to return to and would have to rent a place outside again. Who had caused his family to fall apart?
He knew very well it was Xu Feng, who had caused his father's death and inexplicably burdened them with millions in confusing debts. Even if Wei Yuan had plenty of money now, he wouldn't consider repaying the debts. It was a simple principle: paying off the debts would mean admitting that his father was also a beneficiary of this scam!
With several thousand dollars earned from helping Gu Jing with Repairing Discs, along with money from selling books at school and an advance payment from Liu Haisheng, plus income from repairing old video tapes for Gu Jing, as well as a pile of old books from the Video Store that could be repaired, Wei Yuan had nearly tens of thousands in income. After leaving home, he went to a bank and sent five thousand yuan to his uncle Xie Ge, as living expenses for his mother while she stayed there.
It wasn't until evening that Wei Yuan called the real estate agent only to find that the phone was turned off. Fortunately, he had already asked for the address earlier. When he arrived at the destination by taxi, he realized it was only a few hundred meters away from Gu Jing's Video Store!
Since there was another woman renting the place he wanted, Wei Yuan stood at the stairway, tidied up his appearance slightly, and pressed the doorbell.
The door was opened by a woman in her twenties. At first glance, her figure was graceful, with prominent curves and a waist that could be grasped with one hand. Her fair skin was enough to rival the snow. As Wei Yuan's attention slowly moved to her face, he realized that the dim light at the entrance made it difficult to see her features clearly. He thought she had long hair, with bangs covering half of her face. However, in Wei Yuan's subconscious, a figure with such a body was typically a beauty.
"Hello, I am..."
Just as Wei Yuan began to speak, a cold female voice interrupted him: "You have the wrong place!"
She was about to close the door when Wei Yuan quickly blocked it with his foot. To his surprise, she closed the door very quickly, pinching his foot and causing him to cry out in pain: "Are you out of your mind? I'm here to rent a room!"
At that moment, the woman opened the door again and gently brushed aside her bangs, revealing her face. In a chilling tone, she said to Wei Yuan: "If you really want to rent a room, are you sure you won't regret it?"
Upon hearing this and looking at her terrifying and grim face, all the scenes from horror movies he had watched in the past suddenly flashed through his mind. He suddenly felt like shouting: "I'm scared out of my wits!"
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