Wen Yu: Fine! You Two Have Learned the Original's Despicability Quite Well!

Inside Wen Yu's room, candlelight flickered, casting a tranquil glow over the chamber—until a sudden knock shattered the peace.

"Are you two sick or something?" Wen Yu stood beside the bed, her slightly tousled hair falling around her silk nightgown, her delicate face filled with impatience.

She had been peacefully enjoying her beauty sleep when they dragged her out of bed in the middle of the night to discuss some negotiation. More absurdly—was she a Titled Douluo? Why should she be involved in something like this?

Sure enough, even the gentlest people had a temper when they were woken up.

When she had heard them mention that Long Xiaoyao had been killed by Long Yaoqing, she had secretly felt rather pleased, even happy for Moyan.

But pleased as she was, couldn't they have waited until morning?

Besides, was she really that close to these two? Close enough for them to come specifically to disturb her sleep in the middle of the night?

What infuriated her even more was that the Titled Douluo outside had said they needed a "suitable person" to witness the negotiations, and these two had immediately set their sights on her.

Was she a Titled Douluo? Was this reasonable?

Jin Tianming ignored the irritation radiating from her and calmly looked at Wen Yu on the bed. His tone was direct and efficient. "Just tell us—will you help or not?"

"Sorry, matters at your level should be handled by a Titled Douluo." Wen Yu refused without hesitation. She sat back down by the bed, pulled the blanket over herself, and spoke with a trace of self-mockery. "A nobody like me isn't qualified."

"If Princess Xu Jiujiu found out that you curse her to die early behind her back every day, what do you think she'd say?" Moyan suddenly