Little Uncle?

That voice…

Zhen Jiu’er lifted her head from Lu Beicheng’s arms.

Just one glance, and her entire body went rigid instantly.

“Mu Mu!” Jiu’er immediately leapt down from Lu Beicheng’s arms and walked quickly toward the man in the black casual outfit.

The man looked to be around twenty-four or twenty-five, tall and slender in build, with an extraordinary presence, exceedingly good-looking.

But none of that was the point. The point was, he was clearly Mu Mu!

“Mu Mu…”

“You’re Zhen Jiu’er?” The man lowered his eyes to glance at her, his gaze lingering on her face for only an instant before shifting to look at Lu Beicheng.

“Little Uncle, is she the attending physician you picked?”

Lu Beicheng’s expression turned somewhat unpleasant. He walked slowly over to the two of them, his long fingers tightening.

Jiu’er only felt the back of her collar tighten sharply, and she was pulled back by him.

“Nine—”

“Little Uncle, your legs have healed?” The man’s attention was entirely fixed on Lu Beicheng’s legs.

“We’ll talk inside.” Lu Beicheng tossed Jiu’er over to Ji Mingyu, then turned and walked toward his own tent.

The man who called him Little Uncle followed behind him. Soon, the two of them entered the tent and disappeared from view.

Jiu’er stood frozen in place, not following after them, simply lost in a daze.

“Miss Jiu’er, that is our Third Master’s son, and also the Lu Family’s second young master, Lu Feifan.”

Seeing her staring blankly at the tent, Ji Mingyu couldn’t help but cough at that look on her face—that lovestruck expression…

“Miss Jiu’er, Young Master Feifan is indeed very handsome, but… isn’t our Ninth Master even better-looking?”

Was it really necessary to turn into this the moment she saw Young Master Feifan? Completely enchanted!

Didn’t she see how terrible Ninth Master’s expression had just been?

This wretched girl, honestly, falling for whoever she laid eyes on!

Ninth Master must be furious.

“You… what did you say?” Zhen Jiu’er hadn’t caught the rest of what he’d said at all, only that he’d mentioned that man’s name: “…Lu Feifan?”

The son of the Lu Family’s Third Master, the Lu Family’s second young master?

“Ahem!” Ji Mingyu coughed again, reminding her: “Miss Jiu’er, whether it’s Ninth Master or the second young master, neither of them like women who are too easily infatuated…”

“You’ve misunderstood.” But Jiu’er didn’t want to explain.

She fell silent and walked toward her own tent.

Ji Mingyu still wanted to say something, but seeing that Zhen Jiu’er clearly had no intention of paying him any mind, and not knowing what she was thinking, he could only watch her go. Then he called for Ake to keep watch over them.

He himself returned to Ninth Master’s tent to see if there were any instructions.

The second young master had arrived with the later group, said to have been separated from the main convoy earlier.

As for his group, they were all Third Master’s people…

Back in the tent, Jiu’er found Qiaoqiao still asleep, her snoring softer now but still noticeable.

Clearly, she hadn’t woken up at all.

Jiu’er changed her clothes and lay back down in her spot, but she couldn’t fall asleep again.

Mu Mu… Lu Feifan was clearly Mu Mu.

But he didn’t recognize her, and the way he’d looked at her was very complicated.

As for why it was complicated, Jiu’er understood perfectly well in her heart.

It was because Lu Feifan was the man in black who had lured her out last night.

If he hadn’t lost his composure and exposed his true voice upon seeing the chain on her wrist, Jiu’er would never have discovered his identity.

Lu Feifan.

Lu Feifan, who looked exactly like Mu Mu.

Why would he approach her disguised in black, his face covered?

Or could it be that the person he truly wanted was Lu Beicheng all along?

What exactly was he trying to do?