Chapter 60: The Master of Flirting Makes His Entrance

The moment Yin Mi’er awoke, she was overwhelmed by soreness throughout her body. A soft blanket covered her, and she sat up abruptly, gazing around. The room was pristine, adorned in shades of white; even the sheets and comforter bore minimalist gray-and-white stripes. There were no unnecessary decorations.

Panicked, she checked herself and breathed a sigh of relief—it seemed she had not been violated.

Vague memories from the previous night surfaced. She suddenly recalled the man who had rescued her saying, “Don’t make a sound. I’m here to save you—do you want to live?”

Beyond that, her memory was a blur.

Like a startled bird, she grabbed an ornament from the table and tiptoed to open the door. Anxiety gnawed at her; she didn’t know if the man’s intentions were truly to rescue her, or if afterward, he would use her as Ye Linyun had done.

Years of suppression and darkness had taught her to be ever vigilant.

Barefoot, she slowly edged into the living room. She saw the man sleeping with his head propped up, a bandage wrapped around his hand. Guilt washed over her—she must have bitten him last night.

The morning sunlight danced on the tip of his nose. Though his features were ordinary, the words he had spoken last night sent a tremor through her heart.

As if sensing her faint movement, the man opened his eyes, locking gazes with the girl’s astonished, helpless look.

The instant Yin Mi’er saw those eyes, she was captivated. The light within them was clear and bright, unlike any she had seen in years—lively, as if they could speak. Perhaps restless sleep had left him tired and languid, which only heightened his aura.

Lin Zhiwei opened her eyes. Her sleep was always light, and years of martial training kept her alert—she instantly sensed someone approaching. Seeing the girl clutching the wooden ornament, she understood everything.

She rubbed her temples, lowered her gaze, and adjusted her tone. “You’re awake. Go wash up; I’ve already placed clean clothes in the bathroom.” With that, she rose.

Yin Mi’er retreated a few steps, wary as Lin Zhiwei passed her, opened the fridge, took out several eggs, and heated the frying pan.

Yin Mi’er stared, dazed, at this unfamiliar man. He had really slept on the sofa all night, and thoughtfully prepared clothes for her.

“Any dietary restrictions for breakfast?” Lin Zhiwei asked, not looking up, her hands busy.

“None,” Yin Mi’er replied, head bowed, hiding the ornament behind her back.

“Then go wash up first,” Lin Zhiwei said seriously, lifting her gaze.

Yin Mi’er dared not meet his eyes, turned away, and hurried back to her room, closing the door.

Leaning against it, she exhaled deeply. She had seen many situations over the years—worked with handsome stars, mingled both on and off stage, even met Chu Chuo several times.

But this man outside was shrouded in mystery, unfathomable, and she couldn’t help but want to know more.

He didn’t have striking features, yet his eyes were enough to intimidate. Coupled with his tone and attitude…

She felt her frozen heart slowly thaw.

Meanwhile, Lin Zhiwei, preparing breakfast, yawned, unaware of the girl’s inner turmoil. She muttered to herself, “Sleeping on the sofa is exhausting…”

As she fried eggs and toasted bread, the weight of a night spent without removing her makeup made her feel leaden.

Playing a man is fun for a moment; taking off the disguise is a nightmare…

By the time Yin Mi’er finished washing and changing, eggs and toast were ready on the table, along with a hot glass of milk and a few pills.

She stared at the pills, her gaze deep and steps heavy.

So, it was like this again…

She was suddenly ashamed of her fleeting attraction. In this world, who would truly help her?

Lin Zhiwei saw her growing despondency, understood her concern, and placed the pills in her mouth, swallowing them with milk. She explained, “There are residual hallucinogens in your system. These pills will help detoxify and aid your recovery. The milk and bread are from the supermarket downstairs, bought yesterday. If I wanted anything from you, I’d be upfront about it—no need for subterfuge.”

Yin Mi’er lowered her head, blushing, surprised by his directness.

“It’s normal to have doubts,” Lin Zhiwei said, pulling out her phone and dialing Zhao Qianlu on video. As Zhao Qianlu appeared, tears welled up in Yin Mi’er’s eyes.

“Director Zhao…”

Seeing the conspicuous bruise on Yin Mi’er’s face, Zhao Qianlu spoke tenderly, “Mi’er, I’m sorry—I failed to protect you.”

“You did your best, Director Zhao. I understand,” Yin Mi’er replied, wiping her tears.

Lin Zhiwei quickly handed her a few tissues.

She couldn’t stand seeing a beauty cry.

“Mi’er, you know the current situation at Star Entertainment. I trust Lin Zhi’s abilities—he’s my best friend. I’ve entrusted you to him. Trust him, alright? He can help you realize your dreams,” Zhao Qianlu said sincerely.

Tears shimmered in Yin Mi’er’s eyes. After holding back so long, she finally relaxed—it turned out the man was Director Zhao’s friend.

Lin Zhi—this name was forever etched in her heart.

“Director Zhao, I won’t let you down. Let Mi’er have breakfast now,” Lin Zhiwei winked at Zhao Qianlu.

Zhao Qianlu shook her head helplessly and ended the video, then sent a WeChat message.

Zhao Meimei: Take it easy, my girl is easily swayed.

Cuihua Sweetie: I’m just an ordinary guy right now.

Zhao Meimei: Sure, keep dreaming, master of flirting…

Lin Zhiwei saw these words, smirked, and replied with a “Don’t love me too much” emoji.

Yin Mi’er watched the man’s gentle smile, mesmerized. That smile transformed his ordinary face into something radiant and dazzling.