In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

Seeing this, Xie Xiran felt a warm feeling in her heart. She knew that Wang Yuechan had taken an important step.

She gently stroked Wang Yuechan's hair, her eyes full of tenderness and determination.

"Yuechan, remember, life will always have its difficulties and injustices, but we cannot be blinded by hatred. What happened to your father is a thing of the past, and we cannot change it. But we can choose how to face the future and choose a support that will allow us to live in peace."

She turned and looked at Zhou Yunzi, Li Yingying and Zhao Manyun. The women were sitting together at the moment, with tears in their eyes, but also showing a sense of relief.

"We are all unfortunate women who have lost our support, but fate has not completely abandoned us."

"Mr. Li, he may be our future support. He can bring us security and happiness."

Zhou Yunzi nodded gently, her voice soft but firm:

"Sister Xiran is right. We can no longer dwell on the pain of the past. Master Li is a responsible man. I believe he can bring us a stable life."

Li Yingying also echoed:

"Yes, instead of wandering around outside without support, it's better to support each other here and face the future storms together."

Zhao Manyun gently held Wang Yuechan's hand and comforted her softly:

"Sister Yuechan, don't let hatred destroy you. Although your father's story breaks our hearts, the living must always look forward."

"Since Master Li is willing to protect us, we should cherish this hard-earned peace."

As Wang Yuechan listened to what everyone said, the anger and resentment in her heart gradually subsided.

She knew very well that her own strength was too weak to compete with the powerful Li Zimo.

Moreover, as Xie Xiran said, the appearance of Li Zimo might be a turning point in their fate.

She nodded slowly, tears streaming down her face again, but this time with a hint of relief:

"Thank you. I will try to let it go. Let's work together and live a good life."

The women hugged each other and cried, their tears intertwined, but it also symbolized the deep friendship and common determination between them.

After Xie Xiran left, Li Zimo felt the room suddenly feel much emptier, and a hint of boredom crept into his heart. He gently stroked the jade slip beside him, deciding to use it to break the silence. With a light touch of his fingertips, a faint light flashed, conveying his wishes to Huang Wanrong.

At this moment, Huang Wanrong and Xu Qinglan were lying lazily on the bed, teasing and joking with each other about the noises that came at noon.

Huang Wanrong had a graceful figure and skin as white as jade. The light gauze clothes fit her body gently, outlining her graceful curves.

Her hands were playing with Xu Qinglan, and from time to time she let out a silver bell-like laugh, clear and pleasant.

Xu Qinglan was also dressed in a light gauze, her legs faintly visible. The part of her calf that was occasionally exposed during play was like a newly blooming lotus root, white and attractive.

The moment Huang Wanrong received the message, a blush quickly passed across her face, and her eyes were filled with both shyness and anticipation.

She gently pushed Xu Qinglan, who was still playing with her, and said softly:

"Lan'er, stop making trouble, the master is calling me up."

Xu Qinglan's hand stopped in mid-air, a trace of disappointment flashed across her face. She raised her head and looked at Huang Wanrong with a hint of grievance in her eyes:

"Sister Rong, didn't the Master call me?"

Huang Wanrong shook her head gently, her eyes full of apology towards Xu Qinglan:

"No, Lan'er."

Xu Qinglan's eyes turned red instantly, tears welled up in her eyes, and finally slid down her cheeks.

She muttered:

"Oh……"

His voice was full of loss and unwillingness.

Huang Wanrong saw this and quickly sat up from the bed. She gently touched the corners of Xu Qinglan's eyes with her fingertips, delicately wiped away the tears that were about to fall, and whispered softly, "

"Lan'er, don't cry. The young master may have come to me to discuss something urgent, not necessarily what you think. Look at yourself, your skin is as crystal clear as fresh snow, your legs are long and slender, and your figure is graceful. What man in the world can not be attracted to you? It's just that fate always comes quietly, and it will happen naturally when the time is right."

As Xu Qinglan listened to Huang Wanrong's comfort, the haze in her heart seemed to be penetrated by a ray of sunshine, and a smile gradually bloomed on her face. Although there were still traces of tears in the corners of her eyes, her eyes were shining again.

She gently wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes and tried to make her voice sound more cheerful:

"Well, Sister Rong, you are right. Go up quickly and don't let the young master wait too long."

Huang Wanrong saw that Xu Qinglan's mood had improved, and she couldn't help but smile and said jokingly:

"Oh, look at this little face, as red as a ripe apple, and you still say you're thinking about love? When I see the master later, I'll tell him that our Lan'er has always been thinking about him in her heart, and ask him to cherish you well."

When Xu Qinglan heard this, her cheeks turned redder than a blazing cloud, and she shyly scolded him:

"Sister Rong, you are so mean! How can you tease others like that? I'm not thinking about love at all. Stop it, I'm ignoring you."

After saying that, she hurriedly pulled the quilt beside her and wrapped herself tightly from head to toe, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

She closed her eyes shyly and pretended to be asleep in order to hide her inner panic and shyness.

Huang Wanrong smiled slightly, stood up and tidied up the gauze dress that was messed up by Xu Qinglan, making sure that every inch of her skin was gently covered by the gauze.

After finishing her tidying up, Huang Wanrong gently lifted the hem of her skirt and took steps as light as a swallow.

Her beautiful legs were faintly visible under the veil, and every step she took looked so elegant and charming.

As she moved, the veil swayed in the wind, emitting a faint fragrance.

She slowly walked out of the room and stepped onto the stairs leading to the fourth floor.

Every step seems so firm and calm, as if every step is in step with the rhythm of time.

When Xu Qinglan downstairs heard Huang Wanrong's leaving footsteps, she finally couldn't help but secretly opened her eyes.

She looked at the closed door, a complex emotion welling up in her heart.

There is envy, jealousy, and also a slight sense of loss for not being chosen.

Huang Wanrong gently knocked on the door of the master bedroom. After getting permission, she pushed the door open and walked in.

Li Zimo was lying on the bed, his clothes slightly open, with mysterious and charming black lines spreading on his chest. He looked at her with a smile, his eyes flashing with expectation and tenderness.

Huang Wanrong instantly felt shy, and a blush crept up her cheeks.

She lowered her eyes and asked softly:

"Master, Wanrong is here. I wonder what you want to see her about?"

Li Zimo waved to her, motioning her to come closer.

Huang Wanrong responded with an "hmm" and walked lightly to the bed.

She was so nervous that she was at a loss, but she finally mustered up the courage to sit down obediently.

Seeing this, Li Zimo gently stood up and slowly put his arms around Huang Wanrong's slender waist. His movements were gentle and natural, as if he was afraid of disturbing the person in his arms.

He gently kissed her pink earlobe, his voice low and magnetic:

"Miss me?"

Huang Wanrong lowered her head shyly, her voice as soft as a mosquito:

"Think about it..."