Suppressing her unease, Mengmeng handed over a set of nightwear. "Hurry and change—once you're ready, we move!"
Urged by Mengmeng, Mengmeng didn't hesitate. She stripped off her maid uniform, revealing her voluptuous figure to Mengmeng. The two had grown up together, slept in the same bed since childhood—they had seen each other countless times. Yet this time, as Mengmeng caught sight of Mengmeng's ample chest, a strange sense of foreboding crept into her heart. Something felt... off.
After a moment's thought, she rummaged through a cabinet and pulled out a cloth band. "Hold up. Put this on first."
Mengmeng blinked in confusion. "This...? How do I wear it?"
"Just stand still. I'll do it." Mengmeng didn't bother explaining. She approached and began tightly binding Mengmeng's chest.
"Ah—ow ow ow! It's too tight! Mengmeng-jie, even if you're jealous, you can't treat me like this! Help—!"
"Don't move, dummy!" Mengmeng snapped, her face stern. "With that body of yours, anyone would recognize you instantly! Even a stealth suit won't help if you're flaunting those! Now suck it in!"
Perhaps intimidated by Mengmeng's fierce tone, Mengmeng gritted her teeth and obeyed, letting her finish wrapping her up tightly.
Once the flurry of chest-binding and preparations were over, the two finally slipped out of the room. Staying in the shadows, they crept toward the small building where Ye Xuan lived.
Both girls were agile and familiar with the layout of the courtyard, so they quickly arrived outside the building.
It was a small, three-story structure. Ye Xuan's room was on the top floor. A light was still on inside, and a faint silhouette showed he was seated at his desk, seemingly writing something.
"Mengmeng-jie, the young master's still awake... Should we wait a bit longer?" Mengmeng fidgeted, her tone edging on a whimper.
"Sure. Unless you want to go back and get tied up again like earlier," Mengmeng said with a smirk.
Recalling the torment of being bound, Mengmeng shook her head firmly. "No need! Let's go now!"
With a tiptoe leap, she darted from behind the tree.
"Get back here!" Mengmeng hissed, yanking her back and pointing silently at a shadow nearby.
Mengmeng followed the gesture—and nearly screamed. Only Mengmeng's hand clamping over her mouth saved them from giving themselves away.
After a long moment, Mengmeng whispered, "W-Wait, why is Miss here? Is she going to see the young master? I guess... we have to go back now, right?"
"Why go back?" Mengmeng's eyes lit up with a spark of determination. "This is perfect! We'll expose that liar right in front of Miss! Once she's inside, we move."
She crouched and pulled Mengmeng down with her. Whispering her plan, she explained step by step.
Mengmeng frowned slightly, hesitant, but eventually nodded. The two hid behind the tree, eyes locked on Mo Xian'er.
But neither of them realized—while they were watching Mo Xian'er, a shadow behind them was silently watching them.
Soon, Mo Xian'er reached Ye Xuan's door. As he welcomed her in, Mengmeng whispered, "Now! Move!"
In a flash, the two launched from their hiding spot, their toes brushing lightly on tree limbs as they flew up to the third floor.
"Ye Xuan! Prepare to die!" Mengmeng shouted, leaping forward.
Ye Xuan, who had just begun closing the door, reacted instantly. He shoved the door open again, then shifted quickly to place himself between Mo Xian'er and the attackers.
A loud crash followed—Mengmeng had smashed the door to pieces with one palm. She burst through with the flying debris, and Mengmeng charged in right after.
The two didn't stop; they lunged at Ye Xuan without hesitation.
Seeing them approach, Ye Xuan's expression darkened. He hadn't yet organized the internal energy techniques he needed, and this body of his was too weak to fight them head-on.
As he swiftly considered his options, a loud rip suddenly echoed—like fabric tearing.
Everything froze.
Everyone turned toward the sound—only to see that one of the intruders' clothes had torn open at the chest, revealing soft, white curves.
Time stood still.
Then—
"Who's there?!" a man roared from the doorway.
Mengmeng turned to see a tall man standing silently at the entrance. One look was enough—she recognized him immediately: Long Ye, Mo Xian'er's personal bodyguard.
"Damn! I forgot about him!" Mengmeng cursed inwardly. She grabbed the dazed Mengmeng and leapt out the window.
"Stop right there!" Long Ye shouted and gave chase.
As the three vanished, silence fell over the study.
After a while, Ye Xuan coughed lightly. "Those two assassins just now... were probably Mengmeng and Mengmeng, right?"
"Um... I-I think so..." Mo Xian'er answered, her face twitching with embarrassment.
"They're quite cute, those two." Ye Xuan smiled faintly, then asked, "Did you send them to test me? Actually—"
"No! That wasn't me! They acted on their own! I—" Mo Xian'er suddenly stopped mid-sentence, her expression shifting subtly.
She had just realized something serious.
She was explaining herself... because she didn't want him to misunderstand.
But why? He was just her husband in name only—why did she care so much about what he thought?