Chapter 22: Part 4

As a dutiful bodyguard, Tong Lin ultimately stood guard right outside Lin Zixi’s room door without budging an inch. The perceptive Lin Zixi seemed to understand Tong Lin’s concerns and left the door ajar before leading Ye Can inside.

She took Ye Can to the bathroom, had her splash water on her face first, then poured some makeup remover onto a cotton pad and handed it over for Ye Can to wipe off the gunk.

Ye Can didn’t take it. Instead, she lifted her head and presented her face, demanding, “Wash it clean for me.”

What a spoiled young miss act.

This girl knows exactly what ‘serving’ means, Lin Zixi thought, feeling exhausted. But when she looked at that pretty face, the refusal stuck in her throat.

Staring at that collagen-packed youthful glow, Lin Zixi thought, Youth really is invincible. Unable to resist, she reached out and pinched Ye Can’s cheek, smiling: “There, all good.”

Ye Can stumbled back but steadied herself, then looked up at Lin Zixi with clear dissatisfaction: “I was punishing you—why fight it?” In the past, Lin Zixi always took it obediently. How’s she suddenly like a feisty cat now?

Whatever. She probably doesn’t even remember. I’ll be the bigger person and forgive her.

Delusional chuunibyou with a side of crazy.

This time, Ye Can arched a brow: “You remember my head’s messed up?” She eagerly grabbed Lin Zixi’s hand, thrilled: “Tell me, what else do you remember?”

Lin Zixi thought Ye Can’s brain was truly off—they’d only met today, yet she talked like they were old flames.

For a split second, Lin Zixi wondered if Ye Can had mistaken her for someone else.

But that was too absurd—and too much hassle. Unwilling to dwell or tangle further, Lin Zixi sighed and shoved Ye Can out of the bathroom.

“I didn’t remember anything. Your face is clean—go to bed.”

With that, she escorted Ye Can all the way to the door and shut it with a bang. Ye Can sensed her displeasure and obediently stepped out.

Squatting by the door, Tong Lin glanced at Ye Can, then at the firmly closed door, inexplicably feeling like Ye Can had been kicked out.

Ye Can rubbed her chin thoughtfully before turning to Tong Lin: “Does biting people make them dislike you?”

Tong Lin thought, Duh, who likes getting bit? Wait—are you a puppy or what?!

Those feudal overlord vibes, Tong Lin griped inwardly. Feudal empires crumbled centuries ago—how’s she still rocking that human-rights-ignoring landowner mindset?

But Tong Lin was the silent type of bodyguard. Full of gripes or not, she kept her mouth shut.

Afterward, at Ye Can’s direction, Tong Lin took the elevator to the hotel’s top-floor presidential suite.

The Ye Corporation’s properties were everywhere, and this hotel was one of theirs. The presidential suite had originally been booked for an A-list star, but when Tong Lin reported needing rooms, Ye Shen had someone politely ask the star to relocate, reserving it for Ye Can.

Exhausted from running around as an extra all day, Ye Can washed up and hopped onto the bay window to meditate and cultivate.

She’d had chronic illness since childhood, so to combat the headaches, she’d learned a cultivation technique. In this world, she didn’t need sleep anyway—just like always, she meditated.

Tong Lin, waiting outside, heard no further sounds from the room and finally left for her own.

As a competent bodyguard, Tong Lin wrote a report to Ye Shen after washing up.

The report was brief:

“Second Miss seems smitten with Lin Zixi. Kept me by her side near Lin twice today, ran extras three times for love, showing signs of entering showbiz.

Second Miss takes extra roles seriously—even played a corpse willingly, just to leave a good impression on set.

Early morning: Second Miss drove Lin Zixi back to the hotel personally, lingered in her room for half an hour, then bit her.”

Ye Shen, burning the midnight oil, felt her blood pressure spike upon reading Tong Lin’s report.

The next second, she called her secretary and ordered coldly, “Tomorrow morning, put every scrap of info on Lin Zixi on my desk.” She had to see what kind of person had bewitched her Can-can—and when.

The groggy secretary wondered who Lin Zixi was, then got a WeChat from Ye Shen with the name and filmography.

With a wail, the secretary inwardly cursed her tyrannical capitalist boss ten thousand times. Fine, can’t get mad—for that million-yearly salary, she’ll be the most efficient minion every day.

What does this girl want from me? Just toying with me like some idle noble’s plaything… or something more?