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While eating a breakfast bun, Chi Yan opened a food delivery app and ordered a delivery service to bring him a box of anti-inflammatory ointment.

After finishing breakfast, he lounged on the sofa, playing on his phone.

What happened not long ago was just an accident; since it’s in the past, there’s no need to dwell on it.

He was the one who had taken the initiative to invite Feng Min, but that didn’t mean anything.

For example, he had forgiven Feng Min for leaving without saying goodbye back then.

Chi Yan believed that Feng Min was a smart person and should understand his meaning.

Feng Min understood; of course, he did.

How could he not notice that the way Chi Yan looked at him was no longer the same as it had been three years ago?

Chi Yan didn’t love him, and Feng Min couldn’t be more certain of that.

He woke up around ten o’clock.

Feng Min turned to look beside him, but the space was empty; the person who had cuddled in his arms last night had left at some point.

His fingers curled, grasping at empty air.

Getting out of bed, Feng Min dressed and stood in the middle of the room.

A lingering scent of blood and sandalwood hung in the air, faintly stimulating Feng Min’s nerves.

It instantly brought back memories of the previous night.

His dark gaze swept over the room— the TV cabinet, the window, and the disheveled quilt.

It seemed like every place still bore traces.

Traces left by Chi Yan.

Feng Min’s lips curled up, smiling silently, but as he continued to smile, his expression abruptly halted.

In its place was a kind of insane obsession.

After a quick wash in the bathroom, Feng Min took the room key and prepared to go out.

Before leaving, he glanced back at the room, his eyes deep and dim.

Upon reaching the first floor, Feng Min went to the front desk and was informed that his room had been checked out early, and the deposit would be refunded in cash.

“I want to rebook for a week,” Feng Min said, placing his ID on the counter.

The front desk was taken aback for a moment.

“Sorry, sir, the room has already been reserved by another guest. It was booked online, and the front desk is in a bit of a bind.”

“I’ll book it for a week!” Feng Min repeated his earlier statement, his expression devoid of emotion, his gaze cold and piercing.

Staring at him exerted immense pressure on the staff.

Fearing the overwhelming aura emanating from Feng Min, the front desk quickly made arrangements and manually changed the room number for the online reservation.

The room Feng Min had previously occupied was handed back to him.

The front desk informed him of the seven-day room fee, and Feng Min paid directly.

After paying, he left a note for the front desk that the room wouldn’t need cleaning today.

The front desk nodded, and as soon as Feng Min left, they used the intercom to contact the cleaning staff, informing them that there was a room that wouldn’t need cleaning.

Leaving the hotel, Feng Min found his car parked on the street.

Using the remote to unlock it, he got in, and just as he was fastening his seatbelt, his phone rang.

After five or six rings, Feng Min finally answered.

The caller was an unfamiliar number.

The voice sounded vaguely familiar.

“Feng Min, I heard you came back?” The person on the other end of the line was clearly quite excited.

“Yeah,” Feng Min replied lightly, choosing his words carefully.

“I thought you had been corrupted by the sugar-coated bullets of imperialism while abroad for so many years and wouldn’t return. When did you come back? You didn’t even tell anyone.”

With the rapid-fire speech, Feng Min recalled clearly, remembering who the person was from three years ago.

“Just came back a few days ago. What’s up?” Feng Min asked.

“Let’s go out for a meal and catch up.” On the other side, Xie Rong said with a smile.

Feng Min parked the car, switched his phone to speaker mode, and set it on the central console.

“Alright, what time?”

“How about tonight?”

“Sure,” Feng Min replied without objection.

“Then see you tonight.” Feng Min agreed readily, surprising Xie Rong a bit.

Feng Min reached out and hung up, then slid his finger across the screen to mute the phone.

He preferred not to take calls while driving.

☆ Last Night’s Encounter (Revised)

Around two in the afternoon, Chi Yan sat in front of his computer and began a gaming livestream.

His gaming skills ranked among the top on the streaming platform.

However, since Chi Yan always kept a low profile, many other relatively famous streamers often teamed up with more well-known streamers to play games, which was generally a good way to increase popularity.

With higher popularity, earnings would also increase significantly.

But it also brought some trouble.

Currently, the money Chi Yan earned was enough to cover his mortgage and living expenses; most of his income came from gaming, but he was not the type to spend excessively on in-game purchases. If he could solve it with skill, he wouldn’t rely on money.

Chi Yan’s personal savings accumulated over the years amounted to several hundred thousand.

Combined with several properties his family owned, as a true second-generation demolition kid, he had no worries about retirement.

Thus, his desire for fame and wealth wasn’t as strong.

Many game streamers chose to stream at night when there were more viewers and traffic.

Chi Yan, however, mostly streamed during the day, sometimes in the morning, sometimes in the afternoon, and only occasionally streamed for a few hours at night on weekends.

The duration wasn’t too long.

In the evenings, Chi Yan preferred to stay in reality.

Although he had a face that would attract attention when doing gaming livestreams, he had never shown his face.

He wanted to earn money based on his skills, not his looks.

At one point, due to strong fan requests, he revealed just his hands, pointing the camera at them.

Chi Yan didn’t think his hands were particularly special, but ever since he revealed them, whenever he streamed, there would always be old fans in the chat asking to see his hands.

New viewers, confused, would soon be directed to a link someone threw out, showing a pair of slender, fair hands with well-defined knuckles.

As a result, many new fans quickly joined the ranks urging Chi Yan to reveal his hands.