Chapter 184: One Flaw in a Hundred Precautions

Ye Qingran thought for a moment, then voiced her plan: "It's simple—just pretend to be lovers who… just fell into the river of love with me. The National Master isn't the type to stir up trouble unreasonably; if he knew we liked each other, he would naturally back off."

After Ye Qingran finished speaking, she felt satisfied with her plan once again.

A hint of darkness flickered in Wuhen's eyes.

Ye Qingran, you're quite the schemer!

Wuhen didn't know whether to cry or laugh. This hateful woman actually dared to try to deceive him, and even wanted him to act in a play—was she deceiving herself?

Fall into the river of love?

He does like her, no doubt—but what about her? She probably has no feeling for him at all. Her heart must be made of iron!

Wuhen's expression was no different from usual, yet a chilling aura emanated from his whole body, laced with anger, making Ye Qingran wonder if he was angry.

Besides, asking someone to help her with this for no reason is indeed somewhat inappropriate. Moreover, if he offended the National Master, it would be a loss not worth the gain for Wuhen.

She thought it over and added, "If you don't agree, then forget it—I won't force you."

Actually, Ye Qingran deep down hoped Wuhen would agree. After considering her options, she felt he was the most suitable choice—not only because he met all the requirements, but mainly because she preferred the feeling of getting along with him.

Wuhen snorted coldly in his heart.

This woman says she won't force it, yet her eyes betray a longing.

What a hypocritical woman!

How could he be so blind to fall for her?

"What if the National Master finds out?"

"If discovered? No, as long as you cooperate well with me, the National Master won't notice." Ye Qingran raised her eyebrows, her eyes full of confidence, as if she had everything under control.

Wuhen was practically laughing in anger.

It seems this woman has been thinking about ditching him for a long time, and she's rehearsed this plan many times—otherwise where would her confidence come from?

Well done, Ye Qingran—I like you so much, yet you're trying to team up with others to dump me! If it weren't for him being that so-called "outsider," I'd really have been fooled by this woman Ye Qingran!

Wuhen really wanted to rip out this woman's heart to see if it was black.

However…

Since we're pretending to be lovers, doesn't he have the rights that lovers should have? When necessary, embracing, holding hands, even kissing—shouldn't be a problem, right?

Thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem so hard to accept; in fact, he secretly began to anticipate it.

His gaze fell on Ye Qingran's rosy lips; he had long coveted them, and a dark desire gradually rose in his eyes…

Ye Qingran never expected that her thorough plan, having approached the wrong person, would not only be absolutely doomed to fail, but would also backfire on herself.

"Playing lovers?" A gleam flashed in Wuhen's eyes, and the corner of his mouth twitched with a mischievousness utterly unlike his usual demeanor, causing Ye Qingran to start.

"Wuhen, you…" This smile—how could it be so like the National Master's?

Ye Qingran even doubted whether she was seeing things wrong.

Otherwise, how could she see that kind of roguishness on Wuhen's face that only the National Master possessed?

Wuhen, aware that his persona was slightly crumbling, hastily suppressed that evil grin, nodded, and put on a cool expression, as if that smirk were merely Ye Qingran's illusion.

"I agree."

Seeing Wuhen agree, Ye Qingran couldn't help feeling delighted.

"Wuhen, thank you. Let's find a time to work out the details."

"No need to pick a time—just tomorrow."

Tomorrow?

Ye Qingran looked at Wuhen in surprise, not understanding why he was so eager.

However, after a brief thought, she agreed: "Sure, come to Qin Ge tomorrow afternoon."

Qin Ge?

Doesn't Qin Ge require a reservation?

Ye Qingran dares to say that—could it be…

"You've already reserved tomorrow's spot?" Wuhen gave a cold smile, his eyes holding a hint of mockery: "Ye Qingran, it seems you already guessed I'd agree, right?"

Ye Qingran startled.

She hasn't, she isn't, she's being wronged!

Qin Ge is hers to run, so she can come anytime. How would she know Wuhen would agree? She's not a prophet!

Looking at Wuhen's slightly gloomy face, Ye Qingran, despite having many reasons, suddenly found herself unable to explain.

After a moment, she said: "When a beauty makes a request, only someone who doesn't understand romance would refuse. Do you think you're that kind of person?"

Having said that, she smiled and left Qin Ge.

Wuhen watched Ye Qingran leave, his hand at his side clenching tightly, his teeth grinding, a flash of anger crossing his face—where was the cool composure he'd just feigned?

Fu Hanxiu returned to the National Master's residence, where Fu San greeted him and asked what Ye Qingran had said when she invited him to dinner.

"She asked me to help." Fu Hanxiu's tone gave no hint of joy or anger, yet it was heavy, making Fu San's heart give a sudden thump and sink further.

"Help… with what?"

Fu Hanxiu glanced impatiently at Fu San, remained silent for a while, then said: "She wants me to accompany her in acting out a play, aiming to make the National Master completely lose interest in her."

Fu San: "……"

He opened his mouth, his lips moving several times, finally uttering three words: "You really know how to play!"

Ye Qingran returned to Ting Yu Xuan, where Leng Yue blinked her curious eyes and approached.

"Miss, how did it go? Did Wuhen agree?"

"He agreed."

Ye Qingran glanced sideways at Leng Yue, speaking somewhat sullenly. Her mood wasn't good.

Even though Wuhen agreed to help her, she should be happy, yet for some reason she couldn't feel happy, always sensing that something was off…

Is she overthinking it?

Leng Yue revealed a meaningful smile and sighed, "Wuhen is truly a good person; I'm really curious what kind of person he is!" As she spoke, she looked toward Han Xing beside her and pressed, "Xing Er, you didn't see Wuhen today, did you? Quickly describe him!"

Han Xing pondered, "How to put it? Aside from appearance, Wuhen doesn't fall short of the National Master in any way."

Leng Yue had heard before that Wuhen's looks were ordinary, yet she didn't care about his appearance at all; instead, she was shocked by Han Xing's evaluation of Wuhen.

That evaluation is perhaps too high, isn't it?

What kind of person is the National Master?

Clear wind and bright moon; peerless elegance.

If Wuhen only loses to the National Master in appearance, he is still outstanding, a dragon among men.

"After you put it that way, I want to meet this big shot even more! Xing Er, next time let me and Miss go!"

Han Xing lifted her chin: "You ask Miss!"

Ye Qingran didn't even think, "I'm fine with anything!"

Leng Yue instantly showed an excited smile.

Great, finally we can see the mysterious Wuhen's true face!

Night fell, lights began to glow.

In Ting Yu Xuan, fragrance filled the air; Leng Yue served dinner, and the National Master arrived punctually at mealtime at Ting Yu Xuan again.

Ye Qingran saw him, didn't ask, just ordered: "Xing Er, prepare utensils for the National Master." The National Master's coming at this time made his intention obvious.

Ye Qingran thought the National Master would, as usual, shamelessly sit down and eat dinner with them. But this time, the National Master actually refused!

"No need!"

Ye Qingran blinked, lifted her gaze to the National Master's expression, wondering if she had misheard.

"Are you sure?"

The National Master's sexy thin lips pursed, "Hmm."

Ye Qingran showed a look of surprise.

"National Master, did you discover your conscience today?"

Ye Qingran thought the National Master felt embarrassed, raised the corner of her mouth, and smiled: "National Master, you don't need to feel embarrassed; we're not lacking your pair of chopsticks!"

"Anyway, you won't have a chance to come eat at my place later; these few days will satisfy you!"