47: In Binglan's walk-in closet...

The next moment, he gathered a stream of Qi at his fingertips, gently placed them on Bing Lan's temples, and slowly massaged along the meridians of her head.

Bing Lan's taut nerves gradually relaxed, and her cherry lips parted slightly... "Ye Chen." She asked softly with her eyes closed, "Besides me and Qin Qin, who else have you massaged like this?"

Ye Chen answered frankly, "Absolutely no one else. Miss Bing, you are the only one. Sister Qin just got a little benefit on the side."

Bing Lan's lips curved slightly, and she asked again.

"I'm quite curious, where exactly did you get all these abilities?"

"Now that things have come to this, if you still say it's an inheritance from your hometown, I won't believe it."

"If you truly possessed such abilities, how could your family have been trapped in a small village all this time?"

Ye Chen felt a chill in his heart, realizing Bing Lan had grown suspicious.

His mind raced, but his face showed a hint of helplessness.

"Sigh, as expected, nothing can be hidden from Miss Bing."

"Actually..."

"When I was back in my hometown, I used to have the same dream every night."

"Oh?" Bing Lan's interest was piqued. "What kind of dream?"

Ye Chen's tone held a hint of mystery, yet sounded like he was telling an absurd joke.

"In the dream, there was always a white-bearded old man, looking like an immortal sage."

"Every night in my dream, he would teach me a skill—today Medical Arts, tomorrow Feng Shui, the day after Martial Arts..."

"Accumulating day by day, I learned all these things."

After he finished speaking, he chuckled himself, "Doesn't that sound completely ridiculous and fake?"

Bing Lan fell silent.

Just as Ye Chen thought she would scoff, he heard her clearly utter two words.

"I believe you."

Ye Chen was stunned. Someone actually believed that?

His movements paused momentarily. "Why?"

"Because..."

Bing Lan's voice was as soft as a sleep talk. "I used to have a recurring dream too."

Ye Chen asked curiously, "What dream?"

"In the dream, a person whose face I couldn't clearly see told me..."

Bing Lan paused, recalling, "That I would become a highly celebrated star, wealthy enough to rival a nation, but the price would be... losing all my family members."

She opened her eyes, gazing at the ceiling, her expression slightly lost.

"At the time, I didn't believe it; I just thought it was a nightmare."

"But later, I really entered the Entertainment Industry, gained fame and wealth, and my parents..."

"One died from illness, and the other disappeared."

That prophecy had come true.

Ye Chen remained silent.

He hadn't expected the excuse he casually made up would not only convince Bing Lan but also prompt her to reveal a "prophetic" experience of her own.

Bing Lan continued speaking.

"That person also said..."

"I am a Tiansha Lone Star, destined to be alone until I turn twenty-seven."

"But after twenty-seven, I would meet someone destined for me."

"This year, I am exactly twenty-seven."

Ye Chen's heart skipped a beat uncontrollably.

He lowered his head, meeting Bing Lan's gaze, and asked semi-jokingly, "So... Miss Bing, do I look like that destined person?"

Bing Lan looked at his forced composure and suddenly smiled radiantly.

That smile was like melting snow and rippling spring water, instantly illuminating her cold, beautiful face, breathtakingly gorgeous.

But she said nothing, merely closing her eyes again. Her long eyelashes cast faint shadows beneath them, yet the lingering curve of her lips was more heart-stirring than any words.

Ye Chen felt a heat stir in his heart, agitated by her smile, as if a feather had lightly brushed him.

But she deliberately withheld an answer. This tantalizing posture only served to confuse Ye Chen's thoughts further.

Facing a woman like Bing Lan, whose looks and capabilities were both top-notch, to say he felt nothing at such close proximity would be self-deception.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the churning thoughts, and continued focusing on the massage.

Before long, Bing Lan's breathing became long and even, and she completely sank into sleep.

Looking at Bing Lan's peaceful sleeping face, Ye Chen let out a long breath.

"Finally asleep..."

"If I kept massaging, the one being tormented wouldn't be her headache, but me."

This Female CEO, who usually had an aura of eight feet tall, possessed a unique gentleness when asleep.

He gently tucked the corner of the quilt for Bing Lan, and after confirming she was sound asleep, he stood up and began scanning the bedroom.

The bedroom furnishings were simple, with few places suitable for hiding things.

A Golden Light flashed in Ye Chen's eyes—

The Perspective Secret Art was activated again!

His sight easily penetrated the wardrobe, nightstand, and floor... the internal structure of various objects was clearly visible to him.

Most areas were empty, or contained ordinary clothes and documents.

However.

When his gaze swept towards the walk-in cloakroom connected to the bedroom, his movement suddenly paused.

In the innermost part of the cloakroom, on the top layer of a high storage cabinet, he "saw" an old gift box.

The gift box was exquisitely packaged, but the corners were slightly worn, and the color was no longer bright, clearly indicating it had been stored for quite some time.

More importantly... unlike the other boxes containing jewelry and accessories, this gift box contained only a doll.

But his intuition told him the doll was not simple.

Otherwise, Bing Lan would never have placed it in the cloakroom... Ye Chen immediately retracted the Secret Art and quietly walked into the cloakroom.

As soon as he entered, he felt his breath catch.

How could this be called a cloakroom?

It was clearly a miniature fashion exhibition hall!

Transparent glass cabinets lined both sides, filled with all kinds of clothing, from professional suits to evening gowns, from dresses to jeans.

Facing him were several rows of multi-layered drawers and display shelves, neatly stacked with various types of lingerie... lace, silk, and pure cotton.

Sexy, cute, minimalist.

It was dazzlingly arrayed and extremely impactful.

Ye Chen could almost picture Bing Lan pausing in front of these clothes daily, selecting her outfit, causing his heart rate to involuntarily speed up and his face to feel warm.

"Hiss..."

He subconsciously touched his nose. "If she could put these on one by one and model them for me, wouldn't that be sheer bliss?"

He quickly shook his head to dispel the erotic thoughts and walked toward the high cabinet to retrieve the gift box.

Ye Chen's heart rate involuntarily sped up a bit.

He first placed the gift box on the central island counter of the cloakroom, held his breath, and lifted the lid... Inside, a doll lay quietly.

Blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a small lace dress—it was the style little girls loved many years ago... The Golden Light flashed in Ye Chen's eyes again, and his vision immediately penetrated the doll's cotton body.

Sure enough!

Deep within the cotton stuffing of the doll, a fingernail-sized black object was hidden.

It was a specialized USB Drive!

A surge of joy went through him. He carefully picked up the doll, found the seam line on its back with his finger, and gently pulled the zipper open.

The zipper parted, revealing the cotton stuffing inside.

Ye Chen inserted his fingertip, fumbled around in the cotton a few times, and quickly dug out the USB Drive.

"Finally... I have it!"

Ye Chen sighed in relief, his tense nerves relaxing.

The next second.

He quickly stuffed the cotton back, zipped it up, and returned the doll to the gift box in its original spot.

Mission accomplished. It was unwise to linger here!

Ye Chen turned to leave, but the moment he opened the cloakroom door... his entire body froze!

He saw.

Standing by the doorway, a graceful figure had appeared sometime unnoticed.

Bing Lan!

She was awake!