Can we exchange contact details?

Halfway through the four of them eating, lights suddenly came on over the stage. A roll of drums followed, and the curtain opened.

The performance was tea art, one of the Chinese National Treasures.

The performer onstage wore a Tang Suit and held a purple clay teapot. In the performer's hands, the tea inside seemed to have a mind of its own.

Following the performer's movements, it traced graceful arcs through the air before landing in the cups.

Everyone in the audience applauded and cheered.

Yan Wen's eyes lit up. "Wow! Why does my tea splash everywhere whenever I pour it from a little higher up?"

Tang Yun marveled, "Now I finally understand why Grandpa loves watching this stuff. So elegant! Truly elegant!"

When the tea art performance ended, the curtain closed. Ten minutes later, it opened again.

Dressed in a martial arts uniform, the next performer moved like a gliding dragon, every stance and motion flawless.

Yan Wen laughed. "When I was little, learning martial arts frustrated me so much that I'd break down crying. But every time, my Yan Dad would show me videos of people beating others up with martial arts, and coax me into going back to practice."

Tang Yun said enviously, "That's so cool! Why didn't my mom send me to learn when I was little?"

Mo Chengzhou, who had been quietly listening to them, spoke up. "My fourth sister did send you to learn taekwondo, but after just a month, you cried and said you wouldn't go anymore."

Tang Yun's face was full of displeasure with his younger self.

Yan Wen stirred the soup in his bowl with his chopsticks. "I really want a longsword, but everyone says it's too dangerous."

"I have one at home," Mo Chengzhou said leisurely. Yan Wen's eyes seemed to light up. "Really?!"

Seeing Yan Wen's reaction, Mo Chengzhou's lips curved slightly. "Yes. I bought it at an auction a few years ago. Experts authenticated it as dating back to the Zhou Dynasty."

Yan Wen's envious gaze made Mo Chengzhou almost afraid to meet his eyes. As Yan Wen drank his soup, he thought, What do I do? I really want to see it. Do you think Mo Chengzhou would agree if I asked him to take me home to have a look?

Xiao Qi rubbed his chin and pondered for a while. How about... you give it a try, Host?

Would he think I had some ulterior motive?

No. Your love for that longsword is practically spilling out of you.

Mo Chengzhou picked up his glass of water and took a small sip. "If you don't mind, Young Master Yan Wen, I'd like to invite you to my home sometime."

Yan Wen was both surprised and delighted, but pretended to be calm. "Then thank you in advance, Mr. Mo!"

Tang Yun looked at Mo Chengzhou in bewilderment. "Uncle, don't you hate having people over?"

Mo Chengzhou smiled. "Young Master Yan Wen is different from everyone else."

"How is he different? Doesn't he have two eyes and one mouth like everyone else? Though A Yan really is good-looking."

Hearing Tang Yun's words, Yan Wen felt he had figured it out. Oh~ So Mo Chengzhou invited me over because I'm good-looking! Thanks, Mom, for making me this handsome!

Yan Wen cleared his throat. "Where would you like to book a hotel, Mr. Mo? I can help you look."

Mo Chengzhou considered it. "Then sorry for the trouble, Young Master Yan Wen."

"No need to be so polite. Just call me Yan Wen. All this 'young master' stuff sounds too strange."

"All right, Yan Wen."

Yan Wen felt his heart skip a beat, but the sensation vanished in an instant, and he didn't take it to heart.

By the time the four of them left the restaurant, it was completely dark outside.

Mo Chengzhou instructed the driver to follow the route Yan Wen gave him, then closed his eyes to rest.

Yan Wen gazed at the scenery outside the window, his thoughts drifting far away.

Xiao Qi appeared. Host, something's happened! Something's happened!

Startled, Yan Wen gave a slight shudder. What happened? Why are you so worked up?

Gao Zhen! Gao Zhen is plotting to seize power!

Yan Wen abruptly turned to glance at Gao Yuyang and asked, What's going on?

Gao Zhen resents the Gao Family elders for giving Gao Yuyang the right to inherit just like that. He wants to stage an accident. Once Gao Yuyang dies, Gao Zhen will be the Gao Family's only heir.

Gao Yuyang and Tang Yun opened their eyes at the same time. They exchanged a glance, then looked at the reactions of everyone else in the car. No one was speaking, so where had that voice come from?

The two of them heard the voice again.

Gao Zhen has already given Old Master Gao a slow-acting poison! In three months at most, Old Master Gao will die.

Yes, Host. Should we think of a way to save Old Master Gao and Gao Yuyang?

Of course we have to save them. Isn't that what I'm trying to figure out right now? If I just tell them outright, they'll call me crazy.

Panic suddenly rose in Gao Yuyang's heart. He called his mother. "Mom, how has Grandpa's health been lately?"

His mother was silent for a long time before replying, "Your grandfather hasn't been feeling very well lately. We've kept having the doctor prescribe medicine, but he hasn't improved. It's nothing too serious, though. Why are you suddenly asking about Grandpa?"

Gao Yuyang brushed it off with an excuse. "I miss Grandpa a little, so I wanted to ask how he's doing."

"Don't worry. Grandpa should be fine. He has the family doctor, and your cousin has been looking after him."

Gao Yuyang tightened his grip on his phone. "Gao Zhen... is looking after Grandpa?"

"Yes. I have to go. I've made some nourishing soup to take to your grandfather."

Gao Yuyang stared at the ended call screen, his brows tightly knitted. A sheen of cold sweat coated his palm from anxiety.

Xiao Qi said, The poison Gao Zhen used is extremely potent. If the old master really does die, even a police examination of his body will only find that he died of a sudden heart attack. They won't discover the poisoning, much less trace it back to Gao Zhen.

Yan Wen sighed inwardly. Is there really nothing we can do?

Gao Yuyang suddenly grabbed Yan Wen's hand. "Yan Wen, do me a favor!"

"Wh-what favor?"

"My grandfather is sick. We've brought in a doctor, but he still isn't getting better. Help me find a doctor, anyone who can save him."

"Well... I don't know any doctors." Yan Wen looked troubled. He genuinely didn't. The only doctors he knew were the Mu Family's two private physicians.

Gao Yuyang said firmly, "I believe in you! Yan Wen, please help me."

Yan Wen nodded gravely. Looks like I'll have to use my status as a young master of the Mu Family.

Gao Yuyang felt as though he had found someone to rely on, and his panic eased a little. Still...

Gao Yuyang turned to look at the scenery rushing past the window. He needed to go home.

The car stopped outside a Platinum Five-Star Hotel in the city center.

Before heading upstairs, Mo Chengzhou took out his phone. "Yan Wen, can we exchange contact details?"

Yan Wen pulled out his phone. "Of course!"

"I had a lovely day in Weicheng today. Thank you."

"You're welcome. I suppose I was promoting my hometown, too."

They added each other, and Mo Chengzhou reminded Tang Yun to take the other two home early to rest instead of lingering outside.

Only after Tang Yun repeatedly promised did Mo Chengzhou head upstairs.

Yan Wen opened his chat with Mu Xu Ci. "I'll ask my second brother to come pick us up. We can save on cab fare, too."

Inside the hotel room, the floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the furnishings: a soft, two-meter-wide bed of silk velvet, an Australian Wool Carpet spread across the floor, and gentle light illuminating the entire room.

Mo Chengzhou stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows. An occasional car passed along the otherwise empty road below.

Mo Chengzhou held his phone, its screen displaying a green messaging app.

Mo Chengzhou lingered on the screen for a long time before finally pinning his chat with Yan Wen to the top.