Chapter 11: Someone on the Bed!

After Fu Zhengnan left, the room fell into a deathly silence.

Jiang Qingqing sat alone at the dining table, quietly eating her meal, with tears welling up in her eyes.

She wasn’t sure if she had been abandoned once again.

Before leaving, Fu Zhengnan hadn’t said a single word of farewell, but Jiang Qingqing had an instinctive feeling that this would be the last time she ever saw the mysterious figure.

Despite the table full of dishes, she only ate a few bites before her stomach started aching slightly.

Jiang Qingqing put all the remaining food into the refrigerator. By now, she had figured out how to use it.

If the deity never appeared again, at least the food in the refrigerator would last her a few days.

But what about after those few days?

Hugging her stuffed doll, Jiang Qingqing sat on the bed with vacant eyes.

Just then, the watch on her wrist began to glow again.

[Congratulations, player! You have successfully triggered: Holographic Projection Experience Card.]

[Holographic projection duration: 3 minutes.]

[Location: On the bed.]

[Additional condition: Both players must be on the bed simultaneously for the projection channel to connect.]

[Participation reward: Ten large meat buns!]

[Click to participate] [Decline]

Jiang Qingqing’s eyes were fixed solely on those ten buns… Ten buns! Eating three per day would last her exactly three days!

She knew it—she was a lucky girl!

The moment the deity left, another task appeared, allowing her to exchange for food.

Wasn’t this basically like receiving an imperial salary? Jiang Qingqing thought happily.

Seeing that Jiang Qingqing hadn’t responded for a while, the watch emitted a mechanical prompt:

“Jiang Qingqing, do you wish to participate in this experience?”

Jiang Qingqing nodded decisively. “Yes.”

She didn’t bother worrying about what would happen next—after all, she couldn’t fully understand those modern words. Terms like “holographic projection” and “channel connection” were beyond her comprehension for now.

But she firmly believed that whatever Consort Wan had given her wouldn’t harm her.

That night, Jiang Qingqing clutched the watch as she drifted off to sleep. Before dozing off, she even asked it why her buns hadn’t been delivered yet.

For once, the watch provided an explanation, with floating text appearing:

[The other player is not yet ready. Please wait patiently.]

Jiang Qingqing, still half-asleep, vaguely understood the message. It just meant she needed to wait patiently, and the buns would arrive!

Having received what she believed to be a confirmation (in her own interpretation), Jiang Qingqing peacefully fell asleep, eagerly anticipating waking up to her reward

Inside the luxurious golden VIP lounge, Lu Jian’an turned his head and saw Fu Zhengnan walk in.

Startled, he quickly stood up. “What’s going on? My dear Fu, you’re alone? Should I arrange something for you?”

As he spoke, he sneakily glanced behind Fu Zhengnan.

Fu Zhengnan’s long, dark eyelashes lifted slightly as he cast a cold, indifferent glance at him. His gaze, wrapped in an icy chill, was devoid of any warmth.

He said nothing.

Lu Jian’an immediately understood and exaggeratedly rubbed his hands together before waving at the others in the lounge. “Alright, alright, let’s wrap this up! We’ll gather again tomorrow. The air conditioning in this room is ridiculously strong anyway.”

The rich young men who had been eager to introduce themselves had no choice but to leave dejectedly.

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Outside the lounge, Bai Wan watched Fu Zhengnan enter the room. She subtly signaled to the bodyguard beside her.

“Send someone to retrieve his phone.”

The bodyguard nodded and left.

Sitting on a high-backed booth in the grand hall, Bai Wan was clad in a strapless red mini dress. Her long, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, exuding both seduction and elegance. She held a cocktail between two fingers, lightly swirling it.

Her eyes flickered with unease.

She had been abruptly pulled out of the game world and had no idea how that father and daughter were doing now.

She was genuinely worried that Jiang Yanting—the psychotic man—might do something insane.

And then there was Jiang Qingqing. With her gone, that old witch, the Empress Dowager, would undoubtedly start causing trouble for Qingqing again.

However, judging by how much money Fu Zhengnan had recharged into the game, Qingqing should be doing quite well. The only thing that remained uncertain was what ulterior motives this man had.

Less than ten minutes later, the bodyguard returned to report, “Miss Bai, our people were all kicked out. We couldn’t get close.”

Bai Wan raised an eyebrow but wasn’t too surprised.

She casually said, “Then find someone who looks similar to the little miss.”

The bodyguard hesitated. “That might be difficult.”

Finding someone who resembled the young miss wasn’t easy. Sure, Liujin was the most extravagant and indulgent place in Haicheng, but finding someone who looked like Jiang Qingqing…

Hearing this, Bai Wan didn’t get angry. Instead, she smiled so much that her eyes curved into crescent moons.

With her stunning beauty and that breathtakingly handsome father back in Daliang, Jiang Qingqing would find it nearly impossible to look anything less than exquisite. And considering she had inherited all the best features, finding someone who truly resembled her was indeed a tall order.

“Then find someone with a delicate, dainty appearance—the more fragile and pampered, the better.”

Bai Wan gave the bodyguard another hint.

The bodyguard understood.

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Fu Zhengnan’s shirt collar was slightly unbuttoned, revealing a hint of his pale, well-defined collarbone and the muscular lines of his chest. His long legs were lazily crossed as he sat, his large hand absentmindedly stroking the glass of strong liquor. The way the cold light from the glass refracted against his fingers accentuated the sharpness of his knuckles.

Smoke curled around him, obscuring the shadows in his deep eyes.

One drink after another.

Lu Jian’an felt like he had just seen a ghost.

What the hell was up with this guy today?

Was he dumped by that million-dollar live-streaming girl or something?

The knocking on the private lounge door came again.

This time, when the person entered, Lu Jian’an felt a strange sense of familiarity. After thinking for a moment—ah! Wasn’t this just a substitute for the female live-streamer from Fu Zhengnan’s phone? The same type, at least.

One wave was sent away, and now another arrived.

Lu Jian’an didn’t think too much about it. After all, in a place like Liujin, this was nothing unusual.

He waved his hand and pointed at Fu Zhengnan. “Go to him.”

Fu Zhengnan remained expressionless the entire time. As soon as the woman approached and was about to sit beside him, he stood up and left Liujin.

“Hey, where are you going?”

Lu Jian’an called after his retreating figure.

Fu Zhengnan didn’t look back. His pace was steady and unhurried, but the words he left behind sent a chill down the spine:

“Tell your employer to stop wasting their efforts.”

The woman’s face showed a flicker of shock.

How did he figure it out? She hadn’t even had a chance to do anything yet.

Meanwhile, Lu Jian’an was completely bewildered, as if he were an outsider to the entire situation.

Early the next morning, Jiang Qingqing woke up groggily from hunger.

In her daze, she saw a naked man lying to her right.

Terrified, her eyes barely had time to focus before she panicked, scrambling to sit up.

She clutched the blanket tightly around her.

“You are being outrageous!”

Tears welled up in her wide eyes, her delicate voice trembling with fear.

How had a man suddenly appeared in her room?

Her alarmed voice roused Fu Zhengnan from his sleep.

His dark eyelashes fluttered open, and his head throbbed from a lingering hangover. He raised a hand to rub the bridge of his nose, and in his peripheral vision, he unexpectedly caught sight of Jiang Qingqing.

She sat at the head of the bed, looking both terrified and furious.

Her lips were like vermillion ink, and those peach blossom eyes glistened with tears.

Despite wearing no makeup, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

Fu Zhengnan had no immediate intention of getting up. His deep gaze remained fixed on her.

“Jiang Qingqing?”

His voice was hoarse and indistinct, nothing like his usual cold tone.

Hearing her name, Jiang Qingqing turned pale with fright.

Her voice trembled.

“Did the Empress Dowager send you?”

Fu Zhengnan’s gaze darkened, but he didn’t answer.

His eyes remained locked onto her lips.

Lifting a hand, he reached out, feeling an inexplicable urge to touch them.

He had a hunch they would be so soft that he might just want to press down harder.

Jiang Qingqing was so startled by his movement that she instinctively jerked backward—

And tumbled off the bed.