Yan Qingluo sat beside the bed, looking at Jiang Ziyu's sleeping face.

A face almost identical to Qin Feng's, except less harsh and more gentle.

She didn't expect that Jiang Ziyu would go to this extent for her.

But what could she give him? She could give him nothing.

At first, she let Jiang Ziyu be a star, firstly because she didn't want to see this face that looked like Qin Feng every day, and secondly, she wanted to use him to lure Qin Feng out.

Jiang Ziyu and Qin Feng look so much alike that it's hard not to suspect that they have no relationship.

She recognized even distant relatives.

However, seeing that Jiang Ziyu's first TV series has already started airing, and Jiang Ziyu has become a big star in Country C, why is there still no one looking for him? Why hasn't Qin Feng appeared yet?

The last time he brought Jiang Ziyu back to the organization to get something, he should have attracted Qin Feng's attention. But, why didn't Qin Feng come to find this person who looked so similar to him until now?

Did he realize that this was a trap?

Yan Qingluo just wanted to know whether the person who wanted to kill her was Qin Feng.

She just wanted to find out the truth without Qin Feng noticing her existence.

She never thought about what would happen if Jiang Ziyu was in danger one day.

As she spent more time with Jiang Ziyu, she gradually began to ignore his appearance and truly treated him as her own.

When she saw him injured, her heart ached as if it were being cut by a knife.

What did Huo Tian say to him on the phone and why was he in such a hurry to leave?

"Jiang Ziyu, is there anything in this world that you care so much about?" Yan Qingluo murmured in a low voice.

Yan Qingluo recalled carefully, but she couldn't think of anything about Jiang Ziyu that she didn't know.

But it seemed that she knew nothing about him.

Yan Qingluo stood up and stood by the window looking out. What should she do with Jiang Ziyu now? It seemed that everything had deviated from the original plan.

Jiang Ziyu's eyelids moved and he slowly opened his eyes.

There are strange rooms around.

The scene before he fainted was still replaying in his mind, "Huo Tian, don't come over here!"

With a cry of surprise, he sat up suddenly, causing dizziness.

Jiang Ziyu's sudden rise attracted Yan Qingluo's attention. She turned around and walked quickly to the bedside. "Jiang Ziyu, you're awake. Do you still feel uncomfortable?"

Jiang Ziyu patted his head, his face full of panic, "Qingluo, why are you here? Go away!"

"I'm sorry, Jiang Ziyu." Yan Qingluo felt uncomfortable when she saw Jiang Ziyu's nervous look. She lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong.

Jiang Ziyu looked around and found that this was not the room Huo Tian took him to.

"Qingluo, you saved me, I should thank you, why do you have to say sorry, you haven't done anything sorry to me." Jiang Ziyu looked at Yan Qingluo, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart.

"Silly boy, don't do this again in the future." Yan Qingluo flicked Jiang Ziyu's forehead lightly and said angrily.

Jiang Ziyu seemed to be under a spell and was frozen in place.

After a long while, he slowly said, "Qingluo, I'm sorry."

"What are you apologizing for?" Yan Qingluo looked at him with his head lowered and cautious, and remembered that the last time she saw him like this was when she had just become the fourth lady of the Yan family. She hadn't seen him like this for a long time since she sent him to the entertainment company. What happened today?

"I will never make you worry again." Jiang Ziyu raised his head with a firm look.

"Heh, I thought something was wrong." Yan Qingluo chuckled, "Okay, you said so, take care of yourself in the future."

"Well ... Qingluo, I don't want to be an artist anymore. I want ... to go back to you." As he spoke, Jiang Ziyu lowered his head again, and the last few words were so quiet that they were almost inaudible.

"Stop messing around. It's not easy for you to achieve such results now. How can you just quit?" Although Yan Qingluo scolded, she didn't dare to use too loud a voice. She was always conflicted when facing Jiang Ziyu. Sometimes she felt sorry for him and guilty towards him, and sometimes she was afraid of him because he looked too similar to Qin Feng.

Jiang Ziyu hesitated for a moment, clenched his fists, lowered his head and said nothing.

This scene just happened to be seen by Mu Ye who was about to deliver medicine. Looking at the sweet interaction between Yan Qingluo and Jiang Ziyu, he was burning with jealousy.

Jiang Ziyu, he didn't expect that his biggest opponent would be this Jiang Ziyu who looked harmless and had no sense of existence. He even lied that he was gay, which was too bitchy.

Mu Ye walked into the room and said unhappily, "Drink the medicine."

Yan Qingluo picked up the medicine and was about to hand it to Jiang Ziyu, but Mu Ye snatched it away.

Mu Ye asked angrily, "Doesn't he have hands himself?"

The violent shaking caused the water in the cup to spill out and splash onto Jiang Ziyu's wound.

Jiang Ziyu shrank slightly but said nothing.

Yan Qingluo was also a little angry. Why did this person lose his temper so easily? Oh, by the way, he must be dissatisfied with them for occupying his home. If it wasn’t a bit far to go back to Quecheng, she would not have let Jiang Ziyu stay at his place temporarily.

Besides, it was he who asked them to stay at his house first.

"Mu Ye, if you are not satisfied with anything, just come to me. Jiang Ziyu was just injured and his mood has not yet fully calmed down. Don't be sarcastic here." Yan Qingluo stood up, looked directly at Mu Ye, and said word by word.

These words hit Mu Ye's heart hard. Was she defending Jiang Ziyu?

"Jiang Ziyu, Jiang Ziyu, can you only see Jiang Ziyu?" Mu Ye said sadly.

"When he gets better, we will go back to Quecheng and not bother you here." Yan Qingluo was also angry and spoke without thinking.

Mu Ye put down the cup, turned and left the room.

"Qingluo, I'm fine. Why don't we go back to Quecheng?" Jiang Ziyu said as he was about to get out of bed.

"Hey, lie down first, don't move, you have a lot of injuries on your body, take a rest." Yan Qingluo helped Jiang Ziyu, thought for a moment and continued, "What did Huo Tian say to you? Is there anything going on between you and him?"

Seeing Jiang Ziyu's expression change, Yan Qingluo quickly said, "It doesn't matter if you don't want to mention it."

Jiang Ziyu was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "He said he had your private photos, so I was anxious and didn't tell the difference ... I'm sorry, Qingluo, I won't be so careless in the future ... "

"Jiang Ziyu." Yan Qingluo's heart twitched suddenly, and it hurt a little. "I'm sorry."

Hearing the word "I'm sorry", Jiang Ziyu panicked and was about to stand up, "Qingluo, it's my fault, don't blame yourself, I ... "

Looking at Jiang Ziyu who was explaining in a panic, Yan Qingluo got hot-headed and hugged him.

In an instant, the girl's delicate body fragrance filled Jiang Ziyu's entire nasal cavity, diffused from the nasal cavity into the body, and flowed throughout the body with the blood.

His heart was beating so fast that the "boom, boom, boom" sound made it difficult for him to control his brain.

"Qingluo ... " he whispered.

Yan Qingluo hugged him tightly, a tear slowly falling from the corner of his eye, "Jiang Ziyu, thank you."

At this moment, as luck would have it, Mu Ye pushed the door open again.

He was regretting what he had just said and regretting that he shouldn't have lost his temper at Yan Qingluo, so he thought about coming in to apologize to her, but when he pushed the door open, he saw the scene that made him angry.