Shocking! The actress was dragged to the regent's bedchamber every night.

It was an ancient-style cross-collar undergarment, which was now casually crumpled up, as if its owner had simply taken it off.

Su Wuli stared at it for a while, her cheeks slightly flushed.

She practically crawled over on her hands and feet, her fingertips touching the undergarment, which still seemed to retain some of her body heat.

He remembered holding her hand last night and asking her to unbutton her undergarment...

Su Wuli's ears burned with shame.

She forced herself to banish those images from her mind.

He then grabbed the undergarment, intending to stuff it under his pillow, but then thought it inappropriate.

Just as they were panicking, the doorbell rang.

He could only hastily roll up the undergarment haphazardly and stuff it deep into the quilt.

Then he quickly put on another piece of clothing, making sure the neckline could cover the marks.

He then took a deep breath and ran to open the door.

Su Yuan brought in breakfast, muttering about today's schedule.

Su Wuli answered absentmindedly and turned to go back to her room.

Open your closet to find clothes, and try to make yourself look as natural as possible.

However, just as she made a move, Su Yuan came in as usual and naturally began to tidy up her slightly messy bed.

Seeing this, Su Wuli secretly thought that something was wrong.

She had completely forgotten about it and felt a pang of regret that she should have closed the door first.

Sure enough, the next second...

"Huh?" Su Yuan's voice was filled with doubt. "When did you bring the costume back?"

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli's hand trembled, and the shirt she had just taken out almost fell to the ground.

She turned around and saw Su Yuan holding up a corner of the undergarment, pulling it out from under the quilt, looking at it with a puzzled expression.

"Is it a men's style?" Su Yuan examined the collar and wide sleeves. "This material... it's not like the imitations we usually get on set. The quality is really good."

Before Su Wuli could finish speaking, she was interrupted.

"Wait a minute, your recent period drama hasn't even started filming yet, how come you have this? And it's a men's version?"

Su Yuanman looked puzzled, her gaze towards Su Wuli filled with suspicion.

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli's mind raced, trying to come up with an excuse.

"...No, it's just...a prop costume that a friend left with me for an artistic photoshoot."

She felt her reason was lame as soon as she finished speaking.

"A friend?" Su Yuan murmured to herself, staring at the undergarment in her hand. "Wen Yan might be wearing something like this?"

Su Wuli heard this clearly and instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

Caught off guard, he met Su Yuan's gaze.

She seemed to have thought of something, and a hint of gossipy curiosity appeared in her eyes.

"Is it a man? Judging by the size... he must be very tall."

"Just a regular friend." Su Wuli walked over.

I took the undergarment from her hand, trying to make my movements appear as natural as possible.

My heart skipped a beat when my fingertips touched the fabric of the undergarment.

"He...he's a collector, he makes antique-style clothes."

She offered a haphazard explanation, crumpled up her undergarment, and tried to find a place to put it, only to find there was nowhere to hide it.

In the end, I could only stuff it into my large tote bag, as if I were taking it back to return to this friend.

Su Yuan didn't ask any more questions, she just said "Oh".

Turning back to tidying the bed, she muttered, "Wu Li, didn't you sleep well last night? Why is the bed so messy? It's never like this before..."

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli's heart, which had just settled down, immediately jumped again.

His gaze fell on the unusually messy bed, a hint of doubt flashing across his face, but he didn't have time to think about it further.

She answered guiltily, "Yeah, I kept tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep."

After saying that, he remembered something, his face flushed, and he stepped forward to snatch a corner of the quilt from Su Yuan's hand.

"I can do it myself..."

The thought of what happened on this bed last night made it feel strange to have Su Yuan make the bed now.

Su Yuanman looked puzzled. "What's wrong?"

She usually helps with tidying up.

Su Wuli felt increasingly guilty under her gaze, and quickly made an excuse, saying, "I'm not a child, I can do these simple things."

"But I'm your assistant, my job is to take care of you." Su Yuan said, reaching out to touch him.

Meeting her probing gaze, Su Wuli subconsciously touched her nose. "You... are my assistant, not my nanny."

She said she was afraid of being seen through, and pushed Su Yuan out directly.

"Okay, I can manage by myself. You can go out first, I'm going to change my clothes."

"Alright then." Su Yuan didn't insist any further.

The door closed, and Su Wuli stood there, her face burning.

There's an awards ceremony I need to attend today.

Due to scheduling issues, Su Wuli could only get her makeup done backstage at the event.

She sat in front of the makeup mirror while the makeup artist styled her hair.

I caught a glimpse of the tote bag in the corner of the sofa out of the corner of my eye, and a wave of annoyance washed over me.

Su Yuan was in such a rush today that she just grabbed her bag and left, forgetting that she hadn't taken the things out of it yet.

Su Yuan checked the process sheet next to her, reading out the red carpet time and seat numbers.

Su Wuli answered absentmindedly, half of her attention focused on the bag.

The door to the lounge suddenly opened, and Wen Yan came in from outside.

The makeup and styling for the whole body have been done.

She couldn't help but complain, "I've finally found you! This place has made my head spin."

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli smiled, her previously tense state of mind relaxing somewhat.

The stylist had just finished spraying the last bit of setting spray.

Beside her, Wen Yan naturally kicked off her high heels and nestled into the small sofa.

"Are you nervous?" Wen Yan took out her phone from her small handbag and glanced at it.

He frowned. "My phone's almost out of battery. Do you have a power bank? Or a charging cable?"

"There should be," Su Wuli said, remembering that her bag contained all sorts of odds and ends. "Look in my bag; it might be tucked underneath."

Her hand was being held by the makeup artist to apply nail polish, so she couldn't move it easily.

"Okay." Wen Yan naturally reached for the tote bag.

The bag was open, and it was stuffed full of things.

She rummaged around for a while, found the hard plastic head of the charger, and tugged at it.

It wouldn't budge; the line seemed to be tangled in something.

"Something's hooked on it..." Wen Yan couldn't help but mutter.

With a little more force, I pulled the thing with the charging cable tangled in it out.

The charger's cord was caught in a fold of fabric that was crumpled and whose pattern was hard to discern.

Wen Yan untied the string and casually picked up the package, weighing it in her hand.

"What is this?" she asked curiously.

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli caught a glimpse of Wen Yan's actions through the mirror.

My heart suddenly skipped a beat.

She actually forgot about that?

"Oh... that is..." She was about to say it was an ordinary item.

However, Wen Yan had already subconsciously loosened the fabric a little more.

The complete design of the inner garment is revealed.

Su Wuli opened and closed her lips, unable to utter a word.

Wen Yan raised an eyebrow, turned her head to look at them, and her eyes lit up.

"Ancient costume? Or a men's style?"

As she spoke, she unfolded the inner garment a little more and examined the fabric and embroidery against the light.

"This isn't ordinary costume material. Where did you get it? Was it custom-made? Are you planning some mysterious masterpiece you're hiding from me?"

Su Wuli's throat tightened upon hearing this.

Su Yuan was still there, so she could only use the same excuse she had given this morning.

"...It's an antique-style collectible that a friend left with me."

Her voice was a little unsteady as she spoke.

"Friends?" Wen Yan didn't put down the clothes; instead, she became even more interested.

He twirled the fabric between his fingers, lost in thought, and a slow smile crept onto his lips.

"Which friend? Do I know them? I've never heard you mention them before. Don't you have more than one good friend?"

Her eyes held undisguised gossip and curiosity.

Su Wuli met her gaze and the tips of her ears began to heat up.

Wen Yan is not like Su Yuan, easily fooled.