A distance of merely a palm’s width separated them.

His hands pinned her wrists down on either side of the pillow.

It was as if she were nailed to the bed, unable to move an inch.

His complexion was poor, his brows slightly furrowed, and his body seemed uncontrollably weak.

Wen Yu raised his hand to rub his brow, and when he lowered it, it appeared as though the arm holding him up had lost its strength, ready to collapse onto her at any moment.

And exactly what she feared came true.

As she tried to push him away, he suddenly groaned and fell onto her.

"Mmm..."

With his sudden weight on her chest, she struggled for breath.

However, that wasn’t the worst part; the worst was that this guy wasn’t wearing a shirt.

Their skin pressed together, his warm body against her face and body.

...

In the room, her phone lay on the entryway, ringing incessantly, flashing repeatedly.

But she was in the bedroom, hearing and seeing nothing.

Outside, a middle-aged man in a suit appeared, knocking on the door.

No response whatsoever.

Upon seeing this, he looked somewhat concerned, then entered directly after inputting the passcode.

He was actually a special presence in their family for their young mistress.

He served as a bridge between her and her parents.

He was also the one her parents entrusted to look after her.

Entering, he noticed the disarray on the floor, and his gaze fell upon the sofa not far away.

On the sofa lay a casually discarded coat.

"...?"

In his memory, although their young mistress was noble and distant, she always did things methodically and would never casually toss clothing around.

But now, this is...?

Something wasn’t right, very wrong indeed.

As he moved, he seemed to hear something faintly.

And that sound was coming from the bedroom—

The middle-aged man tread lightly as he walked over.

Their young mistress had a matchmaker-arranged date, hadn’t that been called off?

This matter had infuriated her father, as he was becoming weaker by the day, longing for her to marry early and start a family.

The middle-aged man feared strangers being around her, worried for her safety, so as he reached the bedroom door, his hand reached into his coat, feeling for a military knife.

The bedroom door was ajar, and as he reached the doorway, he saw the scene inside.

It made his actions pause.

On the bed in the bedroom, their young mistress lay underneath a figure.

He couldn’t see who it was, but he saw the man’s slightly arched back, the firm, smooth contours of his muscles.

The middle-aged man’s breath caught. Could it be... the young mistress had a boyfriend...?!

Just as he was baffled and stunned, a voice inside suddenly called out:

"Who’s out there?!"

Caught, he quickly put the weapon away and stepped back, clearing his throat with authority before responding:

"Young mistress, it’s me. I couldn’t reach you and feared something had happened, so I came to check."

The inquiry came from Ruan Yiyi.

Upon hearing him, she finally sighed in relief, her head sinking back into the pillow, softly responding:

"Uncle Yang, please leave first. I’m fine, but I have something to deal with right now."

[Author’s note: Goodnight, darlings, sending a storm of votes.]