Chapter 13

This was so damn embarrassing. Wu Xie had never felt this awkward in his entire life.

He rushed straight into an intact room, covered his head, and cursed Fatty’s lousy idea.

Zhang Qiling sat at the doorway, watching as Wu Xie stormed into… his room. Then, Fatty came running in, red-faced and panting.

Facing Xiao Ge’s questioning gaze, Fatty spilled everything:

“He chickened out. Thin-skinned as hell—didn’t even need to be provoked. He just bolted back on his own… And streaking? Streaking my ass!”

Wu Xie could hear Fatty teasing him from inside the room. He thought to himself, I’m almost fifty—why should I even care about my pride anymore? As long as I can escape this illusion, I’ll do whatever it takes.

Zhang Qiling didn’t say much, but he found Wu Xie’s thought process amusing.

During dinner, Fatty made extra dishes to replenish blood and energy. He casually asked whether Wu Xie had caused the injury.

Zhang Qiling shook his head. “We were attacked on the way.”

Bullshit. Broad daylight—who the hell would dare assassinate the Zhang family patriarch in the middle of the street?

Fatty knew what was really going on. He just wanted to see if Xiao Ge would hold a grudge against Wu Xie. After all, Wu Xie had a one-sided crush on him. If this left a bad impression, then Tianzhen would never be able to steal him away.

But when they went to call Wu Xie for dinner, the room was empty.

Shit, did he actually go streaking?!

“Xiao Ge! Wu Xie’s missing!”

Fatty, Zhang Qiling, and Wang Meng rushed to West Lake to search for Wu Xie. They kept their phones ready to report their location the moment they found him—there was no way they’d let Wu Xie have a breakdown and streak!

At that moment, Wu Xie had already taken off his shirt, facing the lake. The evening breeze couldn’t even cool down his flushed face.

He had picked a secluded corner, so no one had noticed the delicate-looking young man undressing.

Click.

A hand reached over, stopping Wu Xie from unbuckling his belt.

Wu Xie broke into a cold sweat. In such a peaceful setting, he hadn’t even noticed someone approaching him.

If the person had bad intentions, his throat would already be slit.

When Zhang Qiling arrived, he saw Wu Xie’s body tense up, ready to counterattack. Standing behind him was a man in a black leather jacket and sunglasses—Blind Xiao!

Following Xiao’s hand placement, Zhang Qiling saw that… it was on Wu Xie’s waist.

His lips pressed into a thin line as he silently moved through the darkness, getting closer.

The two quickly started fighting. Although Wu Xie had trained under both Blind Xiao and Zhang Qiling, his body was too weak right now. It didn’t take long before he fell behind.

“Blind Xiao.”

Hearing his name, Black Blind Xiao paused, then stepped back into the light.

Wu Xie recognized him. He glanced between Blind Xiao and Zhang Qiling, thinking, I’m screwed. Why am I weak in this illusion? And why are there two martial arts masters here?!

“Damn, Mute, is this kid crazy? Or is he mentally unstable? He was about to strip right here,” Blind Xiao said, grinning slyly.

“If it weren’t for my kind heart, I would’ve let all the onlookers burn their eyes out. You all owe me a thank-you.”

“Hmm. Thanks.”

Zhang Qiling walked toward Wu Xie, not stopping as he closed the distance. Wu Xie instinctively stepped back until his back hit the wall.

“Zhang Qiling! What are you doing?!”

Wu Xie swallowed nervously. He was a little scared—if Zhang Qiling attacked him, he definitely wouldn’t survive until morning!

Completely ignoring Blind Xiao, who was watching the scene with bright, amused eyes, Zhang Qiling raised his hand—blocking Wu Xie’s only escape route.