138: Chapter 139 My life is nearing its end

An Xin sensed someone watching him. He turned around, but the feeling of being watched vanished instantly.

The person watching him had quick reactions, using the crowd to camouflage themselves.

An Xin was not impatient at all.

He noted this strange sensation and remained vigilant after checking into his accommodation.

Upon entering the room, he carefully inspected it. Only after finding no listening or surveillance devices did An Xin dare to set down his suitcase.

Inside this suitcase was Yun Yan's hard work.

Yun Yan was deeply moved by how much importance An Xin placed on the galaxy cloud brocade.

"You've had a long day, Brother An. Go get some rest. Leave the clothes to me; don't worry. I guarantee that when you put them on tomorrow, you'll be the most handsome man there."

Yun Yan took the initiative to handle the preparation work.

"Thank you for your hard work, Manager."

"Boss, if you really think I'm working hard, you should give your manager a raise."

Yun Yan was just joking, but she didn't expect An Xin to actually give her a raise.

An Xin took out his phone and transferred 500,000 yuan directly to Yun Yan's Alipay.

"Is this salary enough?"

A faint smile played on An Xin's lips, and Yun Yan blushed.

"The boss is so generous! I'll definitely work hard."

An Xin really knew how to be charming.

Yun Yan's little heart couldn't handle the critical hit from An Xin's charm.

Blushing, she took the galaxy cloud brocade out of the suitcase and buried herself in her work.

An Xin was in no hurry to rest.

Being abroad, there was a twelve-hour time difference from home.

An Xin meditated on the sofa in the master bedroom, adjusting his breathing.

He closed his eyes to rest and checked his system values.

Unknowingly, An Xin had already earned 8.9 million points.

He was only 1.1 million points away from unlocking the Godly Tycoon Rankings.

An Xin hadn't expected that earning ten million system points would be this easy.

He looked at the ranking list button, which was gradually lighting up.

An Xin felt a bit excited; he was curious whether his current assets could make it into the top one hundred of the Godly Tycoon Rankings.

Besides being curious about the rankings, An Xin also wondered if the system would give him new rewards once the list was unlocked.

The more An Xin thought about it, the more excited he became.

An Xin bought a Beauty and Detox Pill from the system and swallowed it.

As long as he stood out enough at tomorrow's exhibition and promoted traditional han chinese clothing culture, he could earn another 500,000 system points.

With those 500,000 points, An Xin would be one step closer to his small goal of ten million.

The next day, at five in the morning, the alarm went off, and An Xin pushed open his door and walked out.

Yun Yan had already organized everything needed for the itinerary.

Since they had left in a hurry, Yun Yan hadn't brought professional styling tools; she still needed to go to a dressing room to style An Xin.

The Paris Fashion Show's winter exhibition was the grandest fashion event of the year.

Winter-themed clothing was the ultimate test of a Designer's skill.

The more capable the Designer, the more soul their creations possessed.

Good clothes, when worn, bestow their own aura upon the wearer.

Yun Yan looked at An Xin's even more refined features, her expression somewhat dazed.

He hadn't even changed into the new clothes yet, and An Xin's looks had already improved.

What on earth had happened overnight?

Even through the human skin mask, Yun Yan could see the change in An Xin's skin.

"Brother An, are we good friends? Can you tell me how you maintain your skin? I want to become beautiful too. If I don't manage my looks, I'll develop an inferiority complex. Walking next to a Handsome Guy like you is really stressful."

Yun Yan sighed in distress as she spoke.

"Stay up late less, keep a regular schedule, and you'll look better."

"Really?"

Yun Yan didn't quite believe An Xin's words.

"Have you ever had a regular schedule?"

An Xin's single sentence dispelled Yun Yan's doubts.

It was true; she spent every day rushing to draw design sketches and make clothes, with no normal sleeping hours at all, only napping when she was too exhausted to continue.

An Xin's words made Yun Yan give up on the idea of becoming beautiful.

She loved her work more than her own face.

"Forget it, I'll just be the ugly duckling. You be responsible for being as beautiful as a flower, and I'll be responsible for the difficult task of preparing those flower-like clothes."

"You should also pay attention to your rest; don't work yourself to death. We have a contract, and I don't want to pay a huge sum of compensation to a dead person."

"I'm not a child. I'll take care of my body. I won't die. I'm still young and healthy!"

Yun Yan puffed out her cheeks and glared at An Xin with wide eyes.

Right then, blood began to flow from her nose.

Yun Yan, who was a bit faint at the sight of blood, almost fell, but An Xin quickly supported her.

"Are you okay?"

With the medical skills granted by the system, An Xin had already mastered the techniques of observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking.

An Xin saw that Yun Yan's Qi and blood were depleted. If she didn't take care of her body, she might not live another five years.

"I'm fine, it's probably just internal heat."

Yun Yan hurriedly covered her nose and made excuses, but An Xin didn't believe her for a second.

"This isn't internal heat; it's a disorder of Qi and blood. I am the eldest legitimate son of the Conglong Family; I have many skills. You can fool a stranger, but you can't fool a doctor."

When Yun Yan was with An Xin, they mostly talked about business, and she had long forgotten that he knew medicine.

"When you said I would die just now, you weren't joking or cursing me? I'm really going to die?"

Cold sweat broke out on Yun Yan's back; she was starting to feel scared.

She was still young and didn't want to die so early.

"You don't need to be that scared. If you adjust your schedule and nurture your health now, there's still hope of living to ninety. But if you keep wasting away, you'll only have four or five years left. And in the last two years, if you're unlucky, you'll be bedridden."

An Xin's expression was calm, and his tone was composed.

"Then, I won't court death anymore. Once this trip to Paris is over, I'll change my lifestyle. Please save me and help me nurse my body back to health."

Yun Yan didn't want to die young; she still wanted to see the world a hundred years from now.

There were still many things she wanted to do that she hadn't done yet.

"That's not a problem. As long as you cooperate with my treatment, I have the ability to save your life."

"I believe you."

The two chatted as they walked, and soon arrived at the backstage of the Paris Fashion Show.

A backstage staff member handed Yun Yan a key with a number on it.

"Number sixty-eight. That's quite a high number for a room."

"Your dressing room is over there; just head all the way to the end."

The staff member pointed down a corridor.

"Let's go."

After An Xin spoke, he started walking toward room sixty-eight.

The room was at the end of the hallway, and the door to the dressing room was slightly yellowed with peeling paint.

Yun Yan glared at the room in disgust and didn't dare let An Xin enter first.

She took the key and cautiously opened the door.

As soon as the door was pushed open, a bucket of red paint poured down.

An Xin, with his keen sense of smell and agile movements, grabbed Yun Yan and dodged two meters away from the door.

Splash—

Red paint splattered all over the floor, leaving no room to step.

Seeing the scene before them, both of their eyes darkened.

This was someone's deliberate arrangement to harm them.

They wanted to ruin the clothes they were exhibiting.

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