A gap appeared between the scars and the skin, which could only mean one thing: the injuries on the black-clad man's face were fake.

Upon reaching this conclusion, Xiao Feng felt a surge of homicidal rage, wanting nothing more than to grab a shovel and turn the man into minced meat, then ask: "Can you bloody well tell the truth for once?"

The black-clad man sensed something was amiss and began to explain: "Listen to me..."

"I'm not listening to you." Xiao Feng refused outright, now doubting even the punctuation marks in the man's words.

The black-clad man was equally frustrated, yet what he had just said was indeed the truth.

But sometimes that's how it goes; one lie exposed can make all the other truths unbelievable too.

With this thought, the black-clad man sighed deeply and proceeded to peel off the scar on his face.

Xiao Feng didn't hurry to leave but watched as the man slowly shed his disguise, finding that he actually had quite a good-looking face, fair skin, a high nose bridge, and delicate features.

If his hair were a bit longer, he could definitely be considered a "beauty."

Especially between his brows, where an inadvertent femininity seemed to flow from him, even more womanly than a woman!

"Your Adam's apple isn't fake, right?" Xiao Feng couldn't help but ask.

At this moment, Xiao Feng truly wanted to question whether it was the loss of humanity or the decline of morality that caused trust between people to be so fragile, disappearing in an instant.

The black-clad man shook his head: "Believe it or not, everything I said earlier, the injuries, even...the Adam's apple, are all real."

After speaking, fearing that Xiao Feng wouldn't believe him, the man bit his lower lip with determination: "If you still don't believe me, I'll show you!"

While saying this, he actually started undoing his pants.

Xiao Feng quickly stopped him: "No need, I see one every day."

"So, you believe me?" The man halted his actions.

"To be honest, all I've been thinking about is how to escape trouble. Our principles differ, sharing the same goal doesn't help." Xiao Feng said indifferently: "Besides, according to you, once Su Yuzhuo leaves his position, it'll be hard for him to protect himself, and my troubles will automatically resolve."

The black-clad man chuckled: "I've mentioned that someone's playing a major game here and everyone is just a pawn. Since you've stepped into the game, you're destined not to stand apart."

"Perhaps." Xiao Feng shrugged nonchalantly: "When truly cornered, I'll seek you out."

"Alright, remember my name, Xue Nuofu." The man knew tonight's efforts had been in vain and decided to take a step back.

"Xue Nuofu?" Xiao Feng muttered to himself, wondering what kind of unlucky name that was, who could be called 'Coward'?

However, looking at that face that would make even women envious, it seemed somehow fitting.

Coward—really just means not like a man, no problem in understanding it that way.

Waving his hand, Xiao Feng turned and left. The night's events were so tumultuous, he needed time to digest them.

As Xue Nuofu watched Xiao Feng walk away, he increasingly felt an inability to see through him. Having hidden much half-true and half-false himself, was what Xiao Feng showed real?

This is indeed an unsolvable problem.

On one hand, Xiao Feng and Xue Nuofu both knew neither would disclose everything in a first meeting, while also attempting to hide themselves and probe the other as much as possible.

Thus, this was destined to be a probing without conclusions, yet necessary, with the current situation showing the initiative still rested with Xiao Feng.

...

In the morning, the little girl, having finished her wash, held a long whip while humming: "I have a little donkey that I never ride. One day, feeling impulsive, I rode it to the marketplace, holding a little leather whip..."

Upon reaching this part, she didn't continue as she saw Miao Yueqian approaching with a smile.

"You're singing very well!" Miao Yueqian clapped, smiling: "Are you comfortable living here?"

The little girl's smile faded, and she replied expressionlessly: "Thank you for taking me in last night. Once Xiao Feng returns, we won't bother you anymore."

Considering the little girl's cute exterior and optimistic character, few can truly dislike her.

Similarly, she rarely dislikes others, much less bears any significant hostility.

But Miao Yueqian was clearly different, too enthusiastic toward Xiao Feng from the start, even when Xiao Feng was a consultant, she'd repeatedly showed intent to poach him.

All signs led the little girl to one conclusion: Miao Yueqian clearly had a thing for her Xiao Feng, which crossed her line, absolutely intolerable!

Of course, Du Qingyue was an exception.

"You seem not to like me?" Miao Yueqian asked with a sweet smile: "Could you tell me why?"

"Not at all." Mu Shihan retorted with bewilderment: "Why wouldn't I like you?"

Miao Yueqian didn't dwell on it much and paused to say: "If that's the case, could you tell me what kind of girl Xiao Feng likes?"

Mu Shihan snorted internally, the fox's tail was showing soon enough.

Immediately, she lifted her head high and proudly said: "Of course someone like me, otherwise why would Xiao Feng bring me everywhere?"

"Oh?" Miao Yueqian chuckled: "So you're saying Xiao Feng likes you?"

"Naturally!" Mu Shihan replied proudly.

Miao Yueqian covered her mouth laughing, glanced behind Mu Shihan at Lu Yao, who was approaching, and said: "But Xiao Feng brings Lu Yao along too. Could it be that Xiao Feng actually likes Lu Yao?"

Lu Yao's footsteps paused at this, and she eyed Miao Yueqian with a change in expression.

Her words could be interpreted as a joke, but also as sowing discord.

However, such thoughts stemmed from Lu Yao not knowing Miao Yueqian; her style often included such statements, and claiming outright malicious intent was a stretch.

"No way!" Mu Shihan shook her head, saying in a knowing tone: "Don't try to drive a wedge between me and Sister Lu Yao."

Lu Yao breathed a sigh of relief, genuinely worried that the little girl's youth might cause some barriers between them.

Meanwhile, Miao Yueqian giggled: "Just kidding, no need to be so serious. The canteen will soon open, let's hurry to eat."

She waved to Lu Yao as she left.

The little girl turned around, surprised: "Sister Lu Yao, when did you get behind me?"

"Just now," Lu Yao replied, adjusting her glasses.

"Oh." The little girl nodded and whispered: "Sister Lu Yao, please don't tell Xiao Feng I learned fighting from Sister Zhiyan, or he'll scold me."

Lu Yao readily agreed: "Don't worry, I'll keep your secret safe."

Yet internally, she found it amusing that the girl truly thought Brother Yanhuang was unaware of her secret.

Others might not know, but Lu Yao was sure that even if the girl didn't say anything, Lin Zhiyan wouldn't teach fighting techniques privately without Xiao Feng's consent.

Since Xiao Feng hadn't exposed this, Lu Yao wouldn't embarrass the little girl by pointing it out.

"Sister Lu Yao, you're loyal!" Mu Shihan cried, throwing herself on Lu Yao, arms around her shoulders: "Let's go eat."

As they walked, she didn't forget to hide her whip, tying it around her waist in a way indistinguishable from Lin Zhiyan, resembling an ordinary accessory unless untied.

Of course, as a beginner, the little girl's whip differed significantly in material from Lin Zhiyan's.

This consideration was based on safety; learning Whip Technique is much like playing with nunchaku—one careless move could injure oneself.

Apart from the Xiao Feng factor, Lin Zhiyan felt obliged as a "master" to ensure her pupil's safety.

"Sister Zhiyan, don't move, I'll get you lunch." In the canteen, the little girl said rather zealously.

Lin Zhiyan smiled and nodded, suddenly appreciating how nice having a pupil was, at least she wouldn't have to run errands herself.

Of course, if Xiao Feng were present, it would be another matter.

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