Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

Dongli Villa, study room.

“Young Seventh Lord has already started moving,” Chu Yujiang reported the situation on the front lines, his head slightly lowered.

The person behind the desk didn’t even raise his head, responding with a light “Hmm.”

“But…” Chu Yujiang hesitated for a moment, “Young Seventh Lord seems to have the wrong target. He thinks the ‘Ares Tears’ is still in Shen Qian’s hands.” But it had clearly changed hands, hadn’t it? Even if they wanted to snatch it, it would be more efficient to target Shen Wan.

Quan Hanting paused for a moment, finally lifting his eyelids to glance at him.

Chu Yujiang felt a chill run down his spine. Suddenly, something flashed in his mind, and in the blink of an eye, he understood what he should and shouldn’t know —

Quan Hanting didn’t merely want the bracelet; otherwise, he could have instructed Lushen to approach Shen Wan directly, whether to buy it or steal it. It would have been much easier.

But Quan Hanting didn’t do that.

He only let Chu Yujiang leak information to Lushen about the potential buyer, but he never mentioned the current owner of the bracelet. Right now, he was turning a blind eye to Lushen seeking information from He Huai, silently implying his consent.

All signs indicated that Quan Hanting’s ultimate goal was not just to obtain the bracelet but to use Lushen to deal with Shen Qian, forcing Shen Qian to take back what he had given away from Shen Wan!

He wanted Shen Qian to slap himself in the face, that’s what it sounded like, right?

Brilliant!

Really brilliant!

Scheming!

It was genuinely scheming!

Chu Yujiang suddenly recalled a question the Third Lord had once asked: Why was it that among the brothers, the one with the authority to speak was never him?

Chu Yujiang thought that if the Third Lord asked again next time, he should be able to provide an answer—

Because, with the Sixth Lord around, no one else could ever turn over Wuzhi Mountain (T/N: This phrase is often used metaphorically to describe an extremely difficult or challenging task that is akin to trying to turn over a mountain with one’s bare hands.).

The outside world might be in turmoil, but it had nothing to do with Shen Wan.

Here, there was only tranquility, with gentle breezes and sunny days.

At exactly six o’clock, Shen Wan was awakened by her internal clock. Instead of getting up right away, she lay in bed, stretched her limbs, and then lifted the summer blanket, sitting up.

Very good, no signs of low blood sugar this time.

After finishing her morning routine, she applied a hydrating face mask. Then, she grabbed a cushion and started her yoga practice. A complete set of movements took twenty minutes.

She peeled off the mask, applied it to her neck, and then, using the remaining essence on her face, she massaged her facial muscles to aid absorption.

Two minutes later, she washed her face, patted it dry, and applied moisturizer. The whole routine flowed smoothly, as if she had practiced it a million times.

Changing into the professional attire she had prepared earlier, she instantly exuded a commanding presence.

How could a refined office lady be complete without a delicate makeup? Shen Wan had good skin and fair complexion. With just a simple foundation and a touch of blush, she could enhance her complexion beautifully. Her original eyebrow shape leaned more towards willow leaves, curving gently and delicately, adding a touch of fragility. However, due to the naturally dark color of her eyebrows, they appeared similar to mountain-shaped eyebrows. After using an eyebrow pencil to define them, they instantly gained a touch of dignity without losing their inherent softness.

She tied her long hair into a high ponytail, revealing her smooth and full forehead..