“What do you mean?”

Cheng Yu An blinked, snapping back to reality. Her pretty face cooled slightly as she fixed Qin Cheng with a steady gaze.

Qin Cheng shrugged, voice dripping with playful teasing. “Exactly what you’re thinking~”

“If you’re trying to sow discord between Yu Zhe and me, you won’t succeed.”

Cheng Yu An furrowed her delicate willow-leaf brows. A trace of irritation flickered in her chest—but she trusted Yu Zhe. He was upright, honorable.

Nothing like the man Qin Cheng described.

Her unwavering certainty made Qin Cheng smirk inwardly, though his expression stayed perfectly neutral.

“Sow discord? Sure, call it that. But let’s see if you can keep that confidence after this.” Qin Cheng’s tone remained calm as he pointed to his abdomen. “That day, Yu Zhe and I argued. I fell because of him—broke ribs. Right?”

As he spoke, he lifted his shirt. Faint muscle lines traced his torso. Flustered, Cheng Yu An quickly covered her eyes.

“You study medicine too. Do you see any injury on me now?”

“Do you know Yu Zhe’s true identity?”

“Do you know who’s really backing him?”

“Oh wait—I forgot. You don’t.”

...

Meanwhile, far away in another residence, the little maid lay adorably dazed on the bed, staring blankly at her tablet. Her eyes were hazy—a classic just-woken-up look.

She wasn’t in her usual maid dress. Instead, she swam inside an oversized men’s white shirt—Qin Cheng’s, naturally.

Water droplets slowly trickled down her snow-white thighs, dampening the sheets. Fresh out of the bath, she’d grabbed the nearest thing and collapsed. So sleepy…

Suddenly, she froze. Her tiny bare feet stilled. Her gaze sharpened.

Had she… forgotten something important?

“What was the task he gave me again…?”

Yes. She’d forgotten Qin Cheng’s instructions before he left.

Vaguely important…

What if she messed up…?

Her mind spiraled:

[“You little brat—playing me?! Dock your pay!!!”]

A furious man snatched her hard-earned cash from her arms…

Gone…

*Gone?!*

“No more hesitation, Han Miao! Act now—for the cash!”

She sat bolt upright, legs crossed, tablet on lap. Eyes sharp. Mind blank.

But *fiercely* determined!

Tiny hands snatched earphones from the nightstand. Slipped them on.

*Haohan Ge*—locked in!

Headphones on, *I, Han Miao, am the coolest one in this house!*

“But… what if I can’t remember… What did Young Master Qin say again…?”

Her spirit deflated instantly. Lips pouted. Cheeks puffed into soft buns. Fear welled in her eyes.

She shook her head, squeezed her watery eyes shut. “No no! You’re Han Miao! Think harder!”

Meditate…

“Ah! I remember—it was something like…”