Chapter 34: with translation of chapter title

Su Xiyan gritted her teeth, "You want me to close my eyes? Who exactly is losing out?!"

Yan Moci's breathing deepened slightly; he clenched his teeth with his tongue against his cheek, "Su Xiyan, my pajamas are outside—you didn't see yourself barge in."

Su Xiyan flared up in rebuttal, "The room was pitch black—who saw anything! It's so late I thought you were already asleep!"

Yan Moci was about to go mad; any hint of Su Xiyan's breath reaching him would make him lose control instantly.

With the last shred of reason, he hoarsely said, "Su Xiyan, I'll close my eyes and let you go—you leave first."

Realizing it truly wasn't the time to argue about right and wrong, seeing Yan Moci truly release his hand and close his eyes, Su Xiyan quickly wrapped herself in a robe and ran out.

Back in the room, Su Xiyan felt as if all her blood had rushed to her face; although this wasn't the first time she'd seen Yan Moci's physique, such blatant, unabashed exposure was still a first for her!

Su Xiyan's mind began uncontrollably recalling what she had just seen, her thoughts drifting downward, further down.

Su Xiyan shivered all over, a hiss~

She drew a deep breath, wow, any woman of Yan Moci's from now on is truly blessed.

After Su Xiyan left, Yan Moci's gaze lingered long on the direction she had gone.

After a while, he lowered his head, looking at the present situation, a bitter smile forming on his lips.

Huh, if this continues, it'll really be the death of him.

Thinking that, Yan Moci resignedly chuckled.

However, the image of Su Xiyan he had just seen, which surfaced in his mind, could not be dispelled no matter what.

Alone in the room, Su Xiyan started with a flushed, shy, anxious unease; gradually, from the long wait, she grew impatient, and after shifting her lying position once more, she suddenly sat up.

No, can this young master Yan even function? Did he just take a glance? Is it worth loitering in there for so long?

He's a grown man who got glanced at—does he really need to feel melancholy in there for so long?

Are we staging a Lin Daiyu burying flowers scene here? What time is it anyway! Are you letting her bathe and sleep or not!

Just as Su Xiyan was waiting, her eyelids battling, Yan Moci finally came out.

His complexion looked somewhat pale, yet also seemed to carry a hint of satiety.

Su Xiyan gave Yan Moci a suspicious up-and-down glance, snorted coldly, and brushed past him to go take a bath.

But before she could walk away, her forearm was seized in Yan Moci's grip.

Following that came Yan Moci's approach, carrying the cold, fresh scent of pine and cypress, he spoke in a seductive, languid tone:

"Yanyan, if you lure me like this again next time, I will most certainly not let you off so easily.

By then, this fire—you'll have to deal with it yourself."

Huh???

What kind of tiger-wolf words are these again!?

Who exactly is seducing him!? How can this man be so narcissistic!

Su Xiyan jerked her forearm back, speechless, "Please, next time you bathe, turn on a light!"

Once Su Xiyan reached the bathroom, she finally sank into a comfortable hot bath, tossed in a lovely rolling bath ball, scattered rose petals and added incense, she let out a satisfied sigh,

"Ah, so comfortable."

As she washed, Su Xiyan finally remembered,

Yan Moci had ordered Dongzi not to appear at the old residence for a week, yet she lingered and didn't return home, leaving no one to cover for him.

That's why the usually fastidious Yan Moci would bathe late at night, keeping the lights off lest outsiders notice something amiss.

Put that way, it really is her fault.

However, Su Xiyan pursed her lips.

Fairies aren't at fault! Besides, she was seen stark naked!

But thinking of Yan Moci's gentlemanly conduct just now, with not a hint of offense, Su Xiyan still felt a hint of sweetness in her heart.

Bashfully burying half her face in the water, she unilaterally declared:

Fine, then we'll call it even!

After the bathroom ordeal, the atmosphere between Yan Moci and Su Xiyan miraculously reached some sort of tacit understanding.

When Dongzi isn't around, Su Xiyan will very consciously help him cover up.

As grandmother's condition gradually stabilized, Su Xiyan finally recalled Bai Xiaosheng's commission.

.... After so long, I hope Bai Xiaosheng doesn't want to kill her.

Recalling the last time she sneaked into Yan Moci's study and was interrogated by grandfather, this time Su Xiyan decided to notify him in person first.

"Yan Moci, I need to go to your study and use your computer for a bit."

Yan Moci, who was looking at the latest report Dongzi had sent over, lifted his head, "What do you need the computer for?"

Su Xiyan declared righteously, "Shopping."

Yan Moci raised an eyebrow, "You think I'll believe that?"

Su Xiyan spread her hands, "I don't care whether you believe me; if you refuse, you won't get dinner tonight!"

Yan Moci snorted coldly, during this week when he forbade Dongzi from entering, he finally managed to experience the taste of lifting a stone only to drop it on his own foot.

However, thinking back, Su Xiyan had indeed left traces of her shopping on his computer last time.

Yan Moci chuckled, indeed still a little girl who likes buying all sorts of flashy things.

"You like shopping; once I recover and face the world again, I'll naturally take you out."

Not knowing what Yan Moci had conjured up in his mind again, Su Xiyan gave him a dignified, businesslike smile showing eight teeth.

Watching Su Xiyan's obedient demeanor just now, Yan Moci's right hand twitched uncontrollably; after clenching his fist tighter, he brought it to his mouth and coughed twice to conceal it.

"Go on, remember to come back before dinner."

Su Xiyan immediately beamed, "Yes, sir—I'll go and come right back!"

Yan Moci, sweetened by Su Xiyan, feigned aloofness with a light scoff, "Always so weird and strange."

After obtaining consent, Su Xiyan pretentiously went to Yan Laotaiye's to check in, and after likewise getting permission, she swooshed into Yan Moci's study.

Just as before, after making full preparations, Su Xiyan opened her dark web account.

It had been nearly a week since Bai Xiaosheng's first email arrived.

"He wouldn't have sent a bunch of emails urging me again, would he?"

Su Xiyan murmured, feeling a bit guilty.

Upon opening the inbox and indeed discovering a whole row of unread emails, Su Xiyan laughed embarrassedly.

After automatically ignoring those emails urging her to reply, Su Xiyan clicked the mouse and went to find the earliest email.

Let her see what exactly is the matter that could make Bai Xiaosheng care so much.

The network speed in Yan Moci's study was lightning fast; the moment Su Xiyan clicked in, the entire email's content appeared before her eyes.

Before Su Xiyan could even read the text, her gaze was completely captured by the pop‑up image.

It was a very exquisite pendant, made of top‑grade ice‑type imperial green jade; this tiny pendant was crafted into the shape of a Jade Ruyi, delicate and gorgeous yet still cute.

Su Xiyan's breath seemed to hitch; she slowly lifted her gaze to the top of the bookshelf directly opposite her,

It was exactly the same as the pendant placed there.