Some had already believed Yan Jue's fabricated story.
However, the other party had pulled a trick from under his feet.
Yan Jue extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand with displeasure, his unfocused eyes filled with disdain, and after a moment of thought.
"Tell them, the Supreme Commander has important matters to attend to and cannot appear for the time being."
Lu Xing wondered how long Yan Jue's nonsensical words could fool them.
Fortunately, the Supreme Commander's prestige was enough to suppress them. A single weapon had made the colluding Yama Kings wary and unwilling to start a war.
"President Yan, they probably won't believe such a response. Even if they believe it for now, this situation cannot go on forever."
Lies would always be exposed one day.
"Just do as I say, I have my ways to make them genuinely convinced."
Lu Xing had no idea what other methods Yan Jue had.
However, seeing his confident demeanor, he had no choice but to go back and relay the message.
Before leaving, he suddenly remembered something.
"President Yan, I heard from Zhong Li that Miss Tang has a cold and took sick leave at home to rest. It seems to be quite serious."
Yan Jue suddenly stood up from his seat, his lazy posture gone, replaced by a stern expression.
"When did this happen? Why wasn't I informed immediately!"
"President Yan, Zhong Li just told me, and I just found out. This phone call is unusable, and messages always take time to get through."
"Hmph!"
Yan Jue, almost immediately, hurried away from the Underworld.
Seeing this, Lu Xing became anxious.
"President Yan, these are critical times, you cannot leave the Underworld! What if the enemy finds out you're not here and launches an attack?"
Yan Jue pushed Lu Xing, who was blocking his path, aside and said coldly, "Get lost. Nothing is more important than Minmin."
"President Yan..."
Lu Xing helplessly reached out, trying to stop the man from leaving.
But he could only watch his retreating back as he abandoned everything, powerless, and finally lowered his hand in resignation.
"Unreliable... truly too unreliable. It's just a cold, why such a big fuss?"
Lu Xing had never been in love and couldn't comprehend the actions of someone consumed by love.
...
Bang!
A loud noise.
At the villa in the central garden, Wang Na, who was sitting on the sofa, was startled when Yan Jue arrived in a hurry.
"Can't you open the door more gently? It sounded like an earthquake, nearly scaring the soul out of me."
Yan Jue didn't have time to pay attention to Wang Na and went straight to Tang Xiaomin's room on the second floor.
As he pushed the door open and saw Tang Xiaomin lying on the bed, weak and on the verge of death, his heart ached fiercely at that moment.
"Minmin, how are you?"
He went to the bedside and immediately touched Tang Xiaomin's forehead.
"Why is she so hot?"
"Didn't you get her a doctor!"
The last sentence, Yan Jue directed at the Tang family members guarding the room.
Zhang Meiyu explained, "Xiaomin refused the fever shot. Medicine doesn't work that fast. The doctor has been here several times, saying she'll be fine once she sweats it out."
"So you're just letting her burn with fever?"
Tang Ye immediately became displeased upon hearing this.
"How are you talking? What do you mean we're just watching her fever?"
"I've been taking her temperature all night, my mother has been constantly changing her towels, and my elder brother has been tirelessly making her soup. The whole family stayed up all night taking care of her."
"As for you, ask yourself, what have you done?"
The air was filled with a strong scent of gunpowder, and it looked like they were about to argue.
Tang Xiaomin slowly opened her eyes and said weakly.
"Stop arguing. You haven't slept all night, go rest. I'm much better now."
The Tang family members all had dark circles under their eyes, looking very tired.
Since Yan Jue had arrived, it was a good opportunity to take turns looking after Tang Xiaomin.
After they left, Tang Ye suddenly returned and warned Yan Jue.
"You'd better behave yourself while you're here."
Yan Jue treated Tang Ye's warning as nothing more than a fart, not bothering to pay attention.
If he were to misbehave, what could this mere mortal do to him?
Once everyone had left, Yan Jue deliberately locked the door before going to Tang Xiaomin's side.
With a look of concern in his eyes, he stroked her face.
"Minmin, are you still feeling unwell?"
Tang Xiaomin rubbed her face against his palm.
As everyone knows, when people have a fever, their body temperature is high, but they feel cold.
Cough...
Cough, cough...
The man's warm body temperature was very comforting.
She furrowed her brows, which slightly relaxed.
"Cold."
"Cold?"
It was already daytime, and the sky outside was clear.
Yan Jue pulled open the curtains, letting the sunlight fall directly onto the blanket covering Tang Xiaomin on the bed.
In her dazed state, Tang Xiaomin suddenly felt the blanket being pulled away, and she fell into a warm, broad embrace.
The man's warm body temperature made her so comfortable that she unconsciously snuggled closer into his arms.
He gently coaxed her in her ear, patting her softly.
Although Tang Xiaomin usually appeared strong and resilient,
Only Yan Jue knew that when she was vulnerable, she was like a frightened kitten who needed comfort and a sense of security.
"Sleep, I'll be by your side the whole time."
The man's intimate care was different from the care of family members.
Tang Xiaomin felt at ease and enjoyed the warmth from Yan Jue at that moment.
He was a beam of light in her tragic life, warming her entire existence, her salvation.
In a daze, she looked through the man's shirt, with three buttons undone, and placed a passionate kiss on his chest, near his heart.
This single act instantly ignited Yan Jue's already restless heart.
Thus, his body temperature became even more scorching than Tang Xiaomin's, who was suffering from a fever, like a furnace.
He looked at the sunlight outside the window, suppressing his dry throat.
"I am not a gentleman, you are playing with fire."
She was playing, who told him that as her boyfriend, he was so late.
She chuckled in his arms, and her hand, no longer content, reached into his shirt to warm herself.
This action made Yan Jue's body even hotter.
Under the effect of heat transfer, Tang Xiaomin soon broke out in a sweat and gradually recovered from her fever.
Knock, knock, knock!!!
It was Wang Na knocking on the door.
"Why is the door locked? Xiaomin's friend is here to see her, open the door quickly."
No response, Wang Na sensed something was wrong.
Could that Yan Jue be so shameless as to be doing something indecent in the room in broad daylight while Tang Xiaomin was sick?
Thinking of this, she knocked even more vigorously.
Knock, knock, knock!!!
"Open the door quickly, or I'll break it down!"
Three minutes later, the door slowly opened.
When Yan Jue appeared in Tang Xiaomin's room, his clothes noticeably wrinkled and damp,
Ye Lingyun, standing outside the door, felt a thud in his heart, remaining motionless, stunned.