It felt as though the Ninth Imperial Uncle were right beside her…

That feeling was too real! So real it made her want to cry!

Jiu’er couldn’t help reaching out her hand, wanting only to grasp her Ninth Imperial Uncle tightly and never let him leave her side again.

But she never expected that her outstretched hand would be caught firmly by a large palm.

Her eyes flew open!

But the person in front of her wasn’t the Ninth Imperial Uncle!

It was Lu Beicheng. When had he come so close to her?

“Ninth Master…”

“The Ninth Imperial Uncle—who is he, exactly?” Lu Beicheng’s eyes were cold as frost.

Just now, with her eyes closed, reaching out to touch him, the name she’d called out was the Ninth Imperial Uncle!

She’d said it so entranced that she probably didn’t even realize it herself.

But he had heard it, clear as day!

Zhen Jiu’er snapped back to her senses at once, looking at Lu Beicheng, wanting to pull her hand back.

But the moment she tried, he gripped it even tighter.

In that instant, he’d even forgotten his own strength—his five fingers clenched hard, with more force than he’d intended.

“You’re hurting me, let go!” Jiu’er frowned, clearly displeased.

Only then did Lu Beicheng realize he’d unconsciously tightened his grip.

But right now, he had no intention of letting go.

“The Ninth Imperial Uncle—who is he?” In all the information he’d gathered on her, not a single person around her had any connection to anyone called a “Ninth Imperial Uncle.”

An actor? Some idol of hers?

Otherwise, how could a homebody like her, someone neither especially outstanding nor fond of socializing, ever have had the chance to meet some so-called Ninth Imperial Uncle?

“What business is that of yours… ah! You’re pinching me!” This time, it truly hurt.

Lu Beicheng knew he’d lost his temper again.

But he really didn’t want to let go.

“I don’t want to ask the same question twice.” His tone was inexplicably cold, almost frigid.

Jiu’er finally realized she really had made him angry.

But what did he have to be angry about? Just as she’d said, whoever the Ninth Imperial Uncle was, what business was it of his?

“Ninth Master, I’m only your doctor… let go of me first, my wrist really hurts.”

Lu Beicheng finally eased his grip somewhat, but his eyes grew even colder.

Jiu’er no longer dared to speak sharply to him—this man clearly had quite a temper.

Just like… sigh, just like the Ninth Imperial Uncle.

Even the way he got angry was the same.

Once he was angry, he’d never tell you what exactly he was angry about, but he’d stay angry all the same.

If you tried to fight him on it, in the end… ahem, the Ninth Imperial Uncle, in the end, might just resort to force with her directly.

It wouldn’t hurt her, but… but it was terribly embarrassing.

If Lu Beicheng did something like that too… she really would lose her mind.

“Ninth Master, why don’t you let go first, and we’ll talk properly?”

“Are you testing my patience?” Lu Beicheng narrowed his eyes, his anger not diminished in the slightest.

The Ninth Imperial Uncle—who was he, exactly?

“If I told you he was my ex-boyfriend…”

“You’ve never dated anyone!” Was she trying to make up a lie to fool him now?

“You investigated me?” Honestly, should she even bother getting angry about it? She was already furious.

“Did you think I’d let just anyone stay by my side without checking them out first?” Investigating her—wasn’t that only reasonable?

Choked by that response, Zhen Jiu’er found herself with nothing to say.

Who was he, after all? A powerful figure in Jiangzhou!

Of course he wouldn’t let her stay by his side, let alone as his personal physician, without a thorough background check.

Especially not someone providing close, personal care.

What if she’d turned out to be an assassin or something? Wouldn’t that have put him in real danger?

So it wasn’t really strange at all that he’d investigated her.

“But he really is my… lover.”

Yet she had no idea how to explain it.

Whatever lie she made up, he probably wouldn’t believe it either way.

But the truth—he definitely wouldn’t believe that at all.

Either way, he wasn’t going to believe her.

“What if I told you… he’s the lover who appears in my dreams all the time—would you believe that?”