Having grown accustomed to Su Huan's gentle and composed demeanor, it was the first time he saw her in a flustered state, looking like a startled kitten. Gu Beixian found it novel and curled his lips into a smile, teasing her, "You crawled in here yourself, and I can't even push you out." Su Huan's ears turned red, "That's impossible." He laughed even harder, "Next time I'll record it with my phone, so you can't deny it." Su Huan was so embarrassed that she quickly turned away and fumbled to put on a shirt from the bedside table. In her haste, she didn't even notice that she had buttoned it wrong. As he watched her slender figure rustling while dressing, Gu Beixian's mind wandered to how she looked in her sleep last night. She must have dreamed of something terrifying, curled up into a small ball, shivering. He held her in his arms, patting and soothing her, but she murmured "Ah Yao Ge" with her eyes closed. He couldn't remember how many times this had happened; how deep must her love be to be so unforgettable? He had people investigate Ah Yao for a long time, but to no avail. Last time he asked her, she avoided answering. Not speaking was an insult to him; speaking would be even more so. The smile on his face completely disappeared, and Gu Beixian picked up his watch and put it on his wrist, nonchalantly saying, "I might come back very late tonight, help me find an excuse for grandma." Su Huan's hand, which was buttoning the shirt, paused. Knowing that he would come back late meant he was going to the hospital to accompany Chu Suosuo. She felt so humiliated she was about to cry, her heart aching as if pricked by needles. After a long while, she spoke, "I will talk to grandma about the divorce, it's unfair to you." Gu Beixian looked at her meaningfully, "It's unfair to you too."

After breakfast, the chauffeur of the old house drove Su Huan to the Antique Treasure Shop. A busy day. When it was time to get off work, Su Huan received a call from the chauffeur: 'Young Madam, my car has been hit by a drunk driver. I need to wait for the traffic police to handle it. Could you take a taxi back?' 'Okay.' Su Huan, carrying her bag, walked out of the antique street. After turning a corner, two men caught up with her and blocked her way. One of the tall and thin men spoke up: 'Are you Su Huan? Please come with us for a while.' Su Huan warily sized up the two men, who were about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing sunglasses at night, looking suspicious, and even faintly exuding an earthy smell. She panicked inside and asked, 'Where to?' The tall and thin man said, 'There's an ancient painting that needs your help to be restored. Don't worry, we mean no harm, and we'll pay the market price.' Su Huan breathed a slight sigh of relief, 'Deliver the painting to the shop where I work.' Another bald man with a horizontal eyebrow said, 'Why waste words with her? Just take her away.' Upon hearing this, Su Huan turned and ran. She hadn't run a few steps when the bald man grabbed her arm and pulled her into a black sedan parked by the roadside. The car started. The tall and thin man rummaged through her bag and took out her phone, saying, 'Give your family a call and say you're going out with friends for a few days, so they don't worry.' Su Huan instinctively wanted to call Gu Beixian, but then she thought, he had to be in the hospital with Chu Suosuo, who would have time to care for her? Better to call her mother. She let the tall and thin man find her mother's number. After connecting, Su Huan said, 'Mom, I'm going out with friends for a few days.'

“You have diabetes, remember to take your hypoglycemic medicine on time...” Before the words were finished, the tall and thin man took away the phone and turned it off. He took out a piece of black cloth and covered Su Huan's eyes. The car seemed to drive for a very long time before finally stopping. Su Huan was brought to an old small building. Climbing the stairs, they arrived at the third floor. Opening the door, there was a large red table in the middle, and on the table sat a safe. The tall and thin man stepped forward to open the safe and took out a painting. The painting was about one and a half meters long, very old, with severe damage to the surface, and many parts of the painting were missing, requiring touch-ups. Su Huan stared at the painting carefully. The style was profound and elegant, rich and lush. The painting depicted towering peaks, majestic and beautiful, with undulating mountains, winding terrain, dense forests between the mountains, and vaguely visible thatched cottages in the depths of the valleys, where an hermit sat with his knees hugged to his chest by the bed. She recognized this as a hermitage painting by Wang Meng, one of the "Four Masters of the Yuan Dynasty." The most expensive painting by Wang Meng had once been auctioned for a sky-high price of 400 million. If this painting were restored, it would start at tens of millions at the very least, no wonder these two took the risk and brought her here. Instead of sending it to a shop for repair, they asked her to come over, indicating that the painting's origin was not legitimate, either stolen or dug up from an ancient tomb. The tall and thin man asked, “Miss Su, how long will it take to repair this painting?” “The painting is large, severely damaged, and the missing parts of the painting are serious; it will take at least half a month.” “Okay, write down what tools and materials you need, and we will prepare them.” Su Huan picked up the pen, wrote down the materials on paper, and handed them over. The tall and thin man took it and said, “We'll go prepare them. You rest well.”

Su Huan nodded. The two left the room, locking the door from the outside with a 'click'. Su Huan glanced around. The room had a bathroom, a bed, a table, chairs, and food, clearly prepared in advance. Not far from the window were continuous mountains, the scenery desolate and unfamiliar, with faint lights visible in the distance, indicating it was far from the city center. Her stomach growled with hunger, so Su Huan picked up a pack of instant noodles, opened it, and ate a few bites, then drank some water. After washing up, she lay down on the bed. The silence around her was eerily quiet, yet she couldn't sleep. She was missing, but would Gu Beixian worry? Probably not. His eyes only had Chu Suosuo in them; he might still be at the hospital with her right now. Thinking of Gu Beixian's anxious rush to the hospital when he heard about Chu Suosuo's suicide attempt, Su Huan felt as if her heart was filled with stones, aching painfully. She tossed and turned, unable to sleep until the latter half of the night. She got up to go to the bathroom and suddenly heard faint noises outside. Pressing her ear against the crack of the door, she heard the tall, thin man shout, 'Baldy, what are you doing?' The bald man replied in a low voice, 'Can't sleep, came to check if that girl is behaving. You say she's just a little girl, can she really fix our painting? We can't afford to ruin a multimillion-dollar piece, the boss will blame us.' 'The boss has had people inquire, her grandfather is the 'Restoration Saint' Su Wenmai, who taught her by hand since she was a child. There are rumors that most of the paintings he restored later were actually done by this girl.' 'That reassures me,' the bald man chuckled, 'The little girl is so pretty, don't you have any thoughts, brother?'

The lanky man barked, 'Put your wandering thoughts aside, fixing the painting is the priority. Once the painting is sold and we share the money, how many women can't you find?' 'Women bought with money, slept with by thousands, tasted by tens of thousands, can they compare to her? Can I make my move after she's done fixing the painting? She's too damn beautiful, fair and tender, with big, watery eyes that make me itch all over.' The lanky man fell silent for a moment before saying, 'Okay. But you must not touch her before the painting is fixed.' 'Understood.'

Su Huan was utterly disgusted. Indeed, they were a motley crew! After hearing the two people walk away, she pulled hard on the doorknob, but the door was locked and couldn't be opened, and there was no suitable tool to pick the lock. She went to the window and looked down; she was on the third floor, and below was a concrete ground, so jumping out of the window to escape was unrealistic. Moreover, there was a big wolfhound kept in the yard, which would bark if she ran. She could only hope for outside help. On the way here, when the tall and thin man asked her to call her mother, she reminded her mother to take her hypoglycemic medicine on time, which was a hint that she was in danger, because her mother did not have diabetes. She wondered if her mother would catch on? The next day, Su Huan began to wash the painting and then uncover it. She busied herself like this for three days, and as the day of the painting's restoration drew nearer, she began to feel increasingly anxious. She couldn't sleep soundly at night, and several times she heard the bald man's footsteps lingering outside her door late at night. In the middle of the night, just as she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly heard barking and hurried footsteps outside. Su Huan quickly got up and started to dress. The door creaked open, and the tall and thin man rushed in, grabbed her wrist, and started to drag her out, while the bald man went to collect the painting. Just as they reached the door, a group of people rushed up the stairs. The man in the lead was dressed in black, tall and handsome, with deep eyes and brows—it was Gu Beixian, followed by a group of well-equipped police officers. The surprise in Su Huan's heart surged like a tsunami; she could hardly believe her eyes, staring at the man and asking in a trembling voice, 'Is it really you? Beixian.' 'It is me.'

Gu Beixian strode forward with large steps, while the tall and thin figure pulled her towards the window. Su Huan had not yet reacted when suddenly a knife was pressed against her neck. The tall and thin figure held the knife to her neck and shouted at the police: 'Put down your guns! Back off! Otherwise, I'll stab her to death!' The blade pierced her flesh, causing Su Huan to suffer from ringing in her ears and blurred vision. Gu Beixian's fists clenched in an instant, his eyes reddened as he stared at her, restraining his anger and said: 'Put down your guns! Everyone, get out!' The police exchanged glances with him, knelt down one after another, put their guns on the ground, and retreated. The bald man kicked the gun into the corner. The tall and thin figure pushed Su Huan onto the windowsill, 'Jump quickly!' Su Huan clung to the window frame with both hands, afraid to jump. This was the third floor; jumping down would either kill her or leave her disabled! 'Jump! You won't die!' The tall and thin figure lost patience, grabbed her arm, and jumped down. In a flash, a gunshot rang out, followed by a scream that pierced the night sky!