Rong Qian stayed at the clinic for three days before Qiao Junche allowed her to go home to recover.

Worth noting—during these days, aside from work, Shen Yi had been staying at the clinic the whole time. So on the day Rong Qian left the clinic, Shen Yi left together with her.

Xu Mo was in charge of driving, occasionally glancing in the rearview mirror at the two of them in the back seat.

This Rong Qian gave him a strange feeling—she didn’t seem like a country bumpkin, exactly, but she seemed delighted by everything she saw!

As if she were seeing it all for the first time.

To Rong Qian, it really was the first time seeing it. In that era when Hong Kong films were everywhere, almost no one had never watched one—it was a memory belonging to an entire generation.

So suddenly seeing it all with her own eyes gave Rong Qian a sense of having stepped into a movie, an unusual wave of nostalgia. And during this period, the economic development on the Shanghai-Hong Kong side was already quite advanced compared to the mainland.

Rong Qian leaned against the window, gazing out, while Shen Yi kept one hand braced against the spot above her head, so that she wouldn’t hit her head if the car braked suddenly.

This meticulous care, of course, didn’t escape Xu Mo’s notice. Along with the feeling of being moved, there was also a touch of envy—he’d never once seen his boss be this “thoughtful” toward him!

Shen Yi had bought a house here, in a prime location. But to Rong Qian, this wasn’t a house at all—this was a “luxury mansion”!

Thinking back to the last time she’d come, when he’d been sleeping on the couch in a small apartment, the stark contrast made Rong Qian realize—Shen Yi, whom she’d watched grow up, had truly made something of himself!

The room Shen Yi had arranged for her was on the third floor. The third floor only had two rooms—a master bedroom and a secondary bedroom.

Shen Yi lived in the master bedroom.

Apparently, the room had even been decorated according to Shen Yi’s specifications. The moment Rong Qian walked in, she was stunned—the entire room was full of princess-style elements, almost too dreamlike to be real.

After touring the room, Rong Qian had only one thought, and she said to Shen Yi, “Only you see me as a woman.”

Because she’d practiced martial arts since childhood, she’d hardly ever worn a skirt. Her entire adolescence, she’d been like a tomboy.

There had even been an incident where a female classmate, mistaking her for a boy, had sent her a love letter.

Maybe it was because she’d been too tough—almost no one around her had ever really seen her as a girl. Over time, she’d absorbed that view too, coming to think of herself as a “true man’s man,” someone who shouldn’t like all those pink, frilly, girly things that didn’t fit her image.

But deep down, she had actually longed for them.

“I just felt like you’d definitely like a room like this.” Though he said it casually, Shen Yi did have his own hidden motive.

His motive was simple—he just wanted to spoil her like a princess.

This mansion was wonderful, with a very modern design—there was a study, a media room where you could watch movies whenever you had nothing to do, and going further up, an instrument room, a game room, and on the top floor, even a swimming pool.

It just wasn’t very friendly to Rong Qian.

Rong Qian had never thought of herself as someone with a poor sense of direction—her sense of direction had always been good. But for some inexplicable reason, the moment she stepped into this mansion, she completely lost her bearings.

It had to be a design issue—so many disorienting elements packed in that the moment Rong Qian stepped out a door, she had no idea which way to go.

There were countless staircases divided by layer after layer of partitions, and even more doors of every kind—you could call it a maze leading everywhere.

Rong Qian often spotted Shen Yi up above, only to turn her head and find he’d already appeared right behind her—every time it startled her!

And the most important thing of all—she kept walking into the wrong room!

The master bedroom and the secondary bedroom had identical doors, and to make matters worse, Shen Yi didn’t lock his. The first time she walked into the wrong room, Rong Qian took the opportunity to have a look around his space.

Shen Yi’s room was the one that best revealed his inner self.

A cool black-and-white color scheme gave it an aloof, elegant air. The room was spacious and refined, with a balcony and quite a few potted plants. Over the solid wood flooring lay a high-end plush carpet, and the bedding was all a deep grey.

Beside it was a work area, with an entire wall lined with books. His bedroom gave Rong Qian a feeling of cleanliness and comfort.

Just like him as a person.

The second time she walked into the wrong room, the moment she pushed open the door, Shen Yi happened to be changing clothes. He’d already put on his pants and was about to put on his shirt.

This was also the first time Rong Qian saw his physique. She hadn’t expected that, despite looking lean on the surface, he had a full set of abs—a well-proportioned, slender upper body without an ounce of excess fat.

His back especially was lean and powerful, the kind that sparked all sorts of imaginings. His pale, smooth skin only made it more tempting to reach out and touch.

Rong Qian shook her head, clicking her tongue twice, and after looking her fill, closed the door and walked off as if nothing had happened.

Her head-shaking was one of admiration—how could a man be this flawless, without a single defect?

But Shen Yi wasn’t that conceited. His first reaction was to assume she found him unappealing. Ah, what a blow…

And so Rong Qian settled in and began living with Shen Yi, as if it were the most natural thing in the world—no one thought there was anything wrong with it.

Shen Yi was very busy, and that afternoon he went out again, not returning until midnight.

He wanted to check whether Rong Qian was asleep yet. Finding the door unlocked and slightly ajar, he knocked first, and hearing no response, gently pushed the door open to see if she was sleeping.

He found the room empty.

Shen Yi paused for a moment. Where had she gone?

He searched nearly every corner of the house, and finally went up to the top floor, where he found Rong Qian by the swimming pool.

Shen Yi secretly let out a breath of relief—good, she was still here…

Rong Qian sat by the edge of the pool, playing with the water, her toes dipping into the surface, idly amusing herself alone.

The night sky tonight was beautiful—a bright full moon hung high above, casting its reflection on the water’s surface, shimmering light scattered across the rippling, moonlit pool.

“It’s so late—why aren’t you asleep yet?”

Shen Yi walked over and draped the jacket he’d taken off over her shoulders. She was wearing only a thin set of pajamas, and with autumn settling in, the night breeze already carried a chill.

“It’s fine, I couldn’t sleep, so I came up to admire the moon and have a little drink.” Rong Qian swirled her glass—she was drinking whiskey, taken from his liquor cabinet, and she’d already gotten through half the bottle.

Shen Yi took the glass from her, downed the rest of it in one gulp, and said to her, “Your injuries haven’t healed yet. You shouldn’t be drinking.”

“Fine, I’ll listen to you—though I’ve already had half a bottle.” Rong Qian said this with a sly grin.

Shen Yi laughed helplessly, his eyes full of fondness and tenderness toward her.

“So, how’s it going? Any news on Thomas?” Rong Qian asked him.

Shen Yi turned the glass in his hand, and after a long moment, finally nodded. “Mm, there’s news.”

“Is he still in prison?” Rong Qian asked, unable to wait.

Shen Yi shook his head. “No.”

Rong Qian’s expression turned grave at once. Just as she’d suspected—Thomas had somehow used some method to escape from prison, and there was no telling whether he was even still in America.

“A’Qian.” Shen Yi called her name.

Rong Qian looked up at him. “Yes?”

Shen Yi gazed into her eyes and slowly said, “Now—can you tell me?”

“Hm?” Rong Qian didn’t know what he meant.

Did he mean telling him what Thomas might do to him—or telling him her true identity, and the truth about her time travel?