Playing the whore while claiming to be a saint

Xie Ran broke off her accusatory questioning, then said helplessly, "It's just perfume. If you like it, I'll give you a whole bunch next time."

"It's not perfume," Xie Yuan retorted, without explaining. "I like sleeping with him."

On his own bed, Mu Ze listened to Xie Yuan's blunt words, his ears visibly reddening.

Someone on Xie Ran's end was urging her to hurry, so she could not keep questioning him. She only said, "Once you're done filming the show, bring him home."

"If he wants to be with you, he has to get approval from me and your second brother."

Disdain showed in Xie Yuan's eyes. "My second brother? That lovesick doormat? Let's not."

"He hasn't even sorted out his own mess."

Xie Ran fell silent before finally compromising. "Fine. At least let your sister meet him."

"Okay. I'll bring him home when there's a chance," Xie Yuan agreed.

"Protect yourself. Just sleeping is fine, but you can't do anything else," Xie Ran cautioned before hanging up.

In the car, Xie Ran held her phone, still uneasy, and told the assistant in the front passenger seat, "Get me a copy of the livestream of the show the third young master is on."

"And keep watching his livestream. Report anything that happens immediately."

Back in the villa, Xie Yuan hung up, now fully awake.

He was still a little bewildered.

Several days had passed since he awakened his memories of his past life, and this was the first time he had had a proper night's sleep.

Xie Yuan's gaze fell on Mu Ze as he considered, Such a good sleep-aid body pillow. I've got to make him mine.

Meeting his gaze, Mu Ze was terribly nervous inside, though none of it showed on his face. He asked, "It's still early. Going back to sleep?"

Xie Yuan looked away. "No. I'm going to work out."

Watching Xie Yuan take sportswear from the wardrobe, Mu Ze asked, "What would you like for breakfast?"

Xie Yuan thought for a moment. "Whatever you decide."

Xie Yuan went into the bathroom to change, while Mu Ze made both their beds.

When Xie Yuan came out of the bathroom, he immediately noticed the neatly made beds.

"I'm going up to the rooftop," he told Mu Ze, then left the bedroom.

It was still early, and none of the other guests were up. He had only been on the rooftop a short while and was still warming up when the cameraman assigned to follow him appeared, carrying his equipment.

As he warmed up, Xie Yuan told the cameraman, "You don't need to film me here for now. Go back and rest."

The cameraman did not want to be filming so early either, but these were the director's orders, and he could not disobey them.

After hesitating for a moment, he said, "I'll ask the director."

Finishing his warm-up, Xie Yuan pointed to the communications device on the man's ear. "No need. Give me that."

The cameraman hesitated for a while. Only after hearing the director's voice did he remove the device and hand it to Xie Yuan.

Xie Yuan told the cameraman, "Turn off the audio."

Only after confirming that the livestream audio was off did Xie Yuan pick up the device to speak to the director.

With his back to the camera, he said, "My training involves some confidentiality agreements. It can't be livestreamed."

Director Ma was skeptical, but the next second, his phone rang.

He glanced at it. It was a call from a higher-up.

Xie Yuan heard it too. "Answer it. That's your superior calling."

Director Ma set the communications device aside and answered the phone.

"Listen to Xie Yuan regarding his training." The caller went straight to the matter of Xie Yuan's training.

Director Ma glanced at Xie Yuan's back on camera and lowered his voice. "Sir, what's going on? Can you tell me a little?"

"Don't ask any further. I don't know either," his superior said.

"Just listen to Young Master Xie. If he says it can't be broadcast, don't broadcast it."

"Strict orders have already come down from above on this. If you leak anything, even I won't be able to save you."

After the call ended, Director Ma considered it, then picked up the communications device. "Young Master Xie, I'll have him leave and tell everyone to stay away from the rooftop for now."

"Is there anything else you'd like to add?"

Xie Yuan said, "Just do as you said. There's no need to make a point of anything else."

"All right, understood."

Xie Yuan returned the device to the cameraman, who quickly left with his equipment.

In the livestream chat, viewers began speculating after watching Xie Yuan appear on camera only to disappear again.

[Why did the cameraman leave?]

[The audio was off just now. I didn't hear what Young Master Xie said to the director.]

[Isn't this a twenty-four-hour livestream? They can even show them sleeping, so why can't they show him working out?]

[The more they do this, the more curious I get.]

[Director, don't keep it under wraps. Let us see too.]

Behind the scenes, Director Ma read the comments, logged into his main account, and entered the livestream.

He sent a rocket gift and pinned a message.

Heartbeat Means Action director-Director Ma: Young Master Xie's training involves copyright. Our production team doesn't have permission, so it can't appear in the livestream.

If anyone asked, they did not have the rights and would have to pay for them.

This explanation actually convinced quite a few people.

[So that's why. I thought the production team was deliberately cutting Young Master Xie's screen time.]

[Some physical training methods really are copyrighted.]

[Looks like Young Master Xie's training method is pretty impressive.]

[Understandable. He's from a wealthy family, after all. One careless moment and he could get kidnapped. It's safer to have some fighting skills.]

Xie Yuan paid no attention to what was happening in the livestream. He had already begun tempering his body.

He practiced a body-tempering technique he had obtained by chance in his past life. For various reasons, he had never learned it back then.

In this life, it had come in useful.

Flowers and trees grew on the rooftop, providing decent cover. Unless someone deliberately stared at it, they would not notice anyone up there.

That was also why Xie Yuan had chosen the rooftop.

This body-tempering technique could strengthen a person's constitution and unlock their potential. Taken to its peak, it could even allow someone to withstand firearms, including bullets, head-on.

Once body tempering began, it could not be stopped. Xie Yuan had already been practicing for several days.

As Xie Yuan completed the movements one by one, a warm current surged through him, and his body grew a little stronger.

By the time he finished all nine movements of the first form, Xie Yuan was covered in sweat.

His sportswear clung stickily to his skin, making him very uncomfortable.

Xie Yuan headed lightly down from the rooftop and ran into Gu Yanzhou on the third floor.

Seeing him like this, Gu Yanzhou blocked his way and frowned. "What were you doing? How did you get so sweaty?"

Hearing that accusatory tone, Xie Yuan said, "What's it to you?"

Gu Yanzhou looked slightly angry. "What's with that attitude?"

"I'm your future brother-in-law, after all. Isn't it normal for me to show some concern?"

Xie Yuan looked Gu Yanzhou up and down. "Not for much longer. My sister doesn't make a habit of picking up trash."

Gu Yanzhou clenched his fists. "Until the engagement is called off, I'm still your brother-in-law. I have the right to keep you in line."

"Heh." Xie Yuan gave a mocking laugh. "Playing the whore while claiming to be a saint. That's you, isn't it?"

"A toad riding a frog-ugly as sin, but kinky as hell."

"Keep blocking my way, and I won't mind using my fists."

Gu Yanzhou felt a twinge in both his face and his stomach. After a moment's hesitation, he stepped aside.

Xie Yuan walked past him without so much as a glance.

Watching Xie Yuan enter the bedroom, Gu Yanzhou wore a complicated expression.

He did not understand why Xie Yuan had become like this.

"Yanzhou?"