It was him. Fu Nancheng. Su Ci recognized his voice instantly. So, in her attempt to hide from Fu Jue, she had ended up in Fu Nancheng’s bed? What kind of cruel fate was this? How many times had she found herself in his bed now? Su Ci felt as if she had dug her own grave. She could only hold her breath and lie perfectly still, praying the uncle and nephew wouldn't discover her. “Uncle, my dad told me you got married,” Fu Jue complained. “He said you married the Su family’s most beautiful daughter, Su Xue, the number one beauty in Yecheng. How could you not tell me about something this huge? I have to meet my new aunt!” Fu Nancheng was fresh from a shower, wearing only a white bathrobe. With a fresh mist still clinging to him, he looked especially young and handsome. “Fine,” he said in an indifferent tone. “Come over for dinner in a couple of days.” “Then I’ll have to get a good look at this new aunt of mine and see just how beautiful she is to have captured you.” Under the covers, Su Ci listened to their conversation. Just then, the side of the bed dipped. Fu Nancheng was getting in. *Oh god, no, don't come over here!* Su Ci’s heart leaped into her throat, but heaven didn't seem to hear her prayers. A moment later, the covers were lifted, and Fu Nancheng slipped into the bed. The instant he was in, Fu Nancheng sensed something was wrong. There was someone in his bed. He had seen more than his share of women throwing themselves at him over the years. Business partners had even stuffed freshly scrubbed, naked beauties into his sheets. His eyes narrowed. He reached out, ready to rip the covers back and see which woman had a death wish. Su Ci's small, scarred face suddenly filled his vision. It was her. The little maid, the clown girl. A storm gathered on Fu Nancheng’s handsome face, his expression so cold and menacing it could freeze water. This little maid had some nerve, daring to sneak into his bed. From his angle, Fu Jue couldn't see into the bed. He pulled out his phone, looking puzzled. “Uncle, have you seen that clown girl, Su Ci? I heard she’s at the Yunli Grand Hotel too, but I can’t find her, and she isn’t answering her phone.” Fu Nancheng scoffed internally. *Oh, I've seen her alright. The clown girl is in my bed right now.* Su Ci wished a hole would open up and swallow her whole. Her small, palm-sized face was burning crimson, and she had no idea how to face this man. At Fu Jue's question, Su Ci looked up, her clear, bright eyes pleading with Fu Nancheng as she frantically shook her head. *Don't give me away, please. Just let me hide for a little while.* An idea Fu Nancheng had no intention of entertaining. He started to get up, ready to haul her out of his bed and throw her out. *No!* In a moment of sheer panic, Su Ci lunged, wrapping her arms tightly around his solid waist. The sudden press of her soft body against his made Fu Nancheng freeze. He tried to shove her off, but she clung to him like a small eel. Was she trying to seduce him? Fu Nancheng’s broad back was pressed against the headboard. His Adam's apple bobbed. Damn it. An unwanted fire ignited within him. “Uncle, why aren’t you saying anything? Have you seen that clown girl, Su Ci, or not?” Fu Jue asked, looking up from his phone. Fu Nancheng quickly pulled the covers over Su Ci, hiding the scene from his nephew. He shook his head. “No.” “Alright, I'll go look for her then. See you, Uncle.” Fu Jue left. Now, they were alone. Fu Nancheng ripped the covers away and snapped, “Had enough of a hug? Let go.” Su Ci had never been so mortified. She scrambled to release him, opening her mouth to explain, but her long hair caught on a button of his bathrobe, yanking her forward again. To make matters worse, her face slammed right into his abdomen… and the area just below it.