Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

The egg tarts came out of the oven quickly, and Shen Mingchao gave the first one to Zhang Qilan. His idol had to be treated with respect.

The second one was given to my future boss, Xie Yuchen.

She also had another question: "I noticed that Boss Wu calls you Little Flower, and Fatty calls you Master Flower. Is that your nickname?"

"My master gave me the stage name 'The Flower That Understands Words'."

Shen Mingchao suddenly remembered a phrase Shen Mingyue had once mentioned to her: "A delicate flower that understands words?"

"Exactly."

Xie Yuchen was somewhat surprised. His stage name came from a rather obscure source, and he hadn't expected Shen Mingchao to mention it so directly.

"Then can I call you Master Hua too?"

"certainly."

There's nothing wrong with that.

The fat man silently observed this scene. Watching Xie Yuchen and Shen Mingchao chatting happily, and then looking at Wu Xie with a sour expression, he felt a strange sense of disappointment and frustration.

Both are heirs of the Nine Gates, so why is it that this one in the family isn't as popular with the opposite sex as the other one?

No, for the sake of his brother's happiness, he had to take this opportunity to pry open Wu Xie, that stinky rock.

Seeing Shen Mingchao turn around to look for the White Snake, the fat man couldn't stand it anymore. He could fall behind the young man and Xiao Hua, but he couldn't possibly fall behind a kid in his twenties.

The fat man quickly shouted in his loud voice, "Hey girl, stop calling us 'boss' all the time, it sounds so distant. You should change how you address us."

Shen Mingchao looked over upon hearing the sound.

Suddenly, he met Wu Xie's gaze, who had been silent.

To be honest, of all the people in this room, Wu Xie was the one she was most afraid of. She always felt that Wu Xie's attitude towards her was particularly awkward, carrying a bit of inexplicable rejection, yet also subtly revealing a hint of tacit approval.

The title of Evil Emperor is indeed well-deserved.

Since the fat man had already spoken, she knew the atmosphere would be awkward if she didn't respond, so she walked over and asked him, "So, what should we call you?"

The fat man came up with a mischievous idea: "Why don't we follow Xiuxiu's example and call Wu Xie 'brother'?"

He then pointed to Wu Xie and Xie Yuchen and added, "Xiuxiu is their childhood sweetheart's younger sister."

"Forehead......"

Shen Mingchao hesitated for a moment, then politely declined, "How about we forget about it?"

Wu Xie chuckled ambiguously, "What? Can't bring yourself to say it?"

Of course, I can't bring myself to say it.

They're all of uncle's generation, it feels awkward to call them "brother".

If it were Xie Yuchen, it would be fine; his face is so young that calling him "brother" wouldn't be out of place.

As for Wu Xie... he has a decent foundation, but years of hardship have made him look weathered. He needs to take good care of himself.

Thinking of this, Shen Mingchao couldn't help but ask with concern, "Third Master, you should take care of yourself and get some rest."

The form of address was decided in one sentence. She had heard people in the group call Wu Xie that on the way, so she figured it wouldn't arouse their suspicion.

As the fat man ate his egg tart, he muttered to himself, "Well, at least there's some progress."

He placed a plate of egg tarts in front of Wu Xie: "Try some? They taste pretty good. The girl wasn't lying, she really does have some skills."

This piqued Wu Xie's curiosity.

Wu Xie put the half-smoked cigarette pack back into his pocket, then picked up the egg tart on the table and took a bite.

The outer shell is crispy, the filling is soft and fluffy, and the taste is not too sweet, with a strong milky aroma.

It's indescribably delicious.

After finishing the entire egg tart, Wu Xie stared at the retreating figure in the distance with a brooding look in his eyes, and said to the fat man, "She's actually starting to care about me. Isn't she afraid I'll sell her off?"

The fat man shook his head. "No, you're not that kind of person, Tianzhen."

Wu Xie smiled, rubbing his right forearm, and muttered to himself, "Yeah, I can't."

What he didn't say was that he had just discovered that one of the eighteen scars on his forearm was missing.

So, is Shen Mingchao's ability so powerful that he can even remove scars?

Why was only one scar repaired? Was it because the contact was insufficient?

If they come into contact with each other to a certain extent, what will they become?

After that, everyone went back to their rooms to pack their luggage, preparing to set off for Beijing that very night.

Shen Mingchao and Zhang Qilan didn't have much luggage, so they stayed in the hotel lobby to wait for the others.

Before they knew it, it was 11 p.m. Shen Mingchao was getting sleepy and couldn't stay awake any longer, so he curled up on the sofa and said to Zhang Qilan, "Idol, I want to take a nap. Remember to wake me up when they're done."

After saying that, she closed her eyes without waiting for any response from the other party.

After a while, Zhang Qiyu finally snapped out of his reverie and heard steady breathing beside him. He turned his head and looked over. Perhaps the lobby air conditioning was too cold, because the sleeping girl was unconsciously snuggling towards him like a little animal.

After being around them for a while, he had become somewhat accustomed to those images, which was often the most terrifying thing.

Very strange.

Zhang Qiyu felt that his very being was constantly urging him to get closer to the other person.

Just like the memories passed down through generations of the Zhang family patriarch, he found it difficult to resist the instincts inherent in his bloodline.

Over the course of five months, he couldn’t help but tacitly allow and indulge the other person’s growing closeness, watching as the other person became increasingly dependent on him.

Even now, he couldn't tell which of the two was the trap.