A line of text flashed before her eyes.
Lin Mo sat bolt upright in bed, stunned!
She could hardly believe what she was seeing.
Good heavens, was this even Chinese?
Worried she might be hallucinating from drinking too much, Lin Mo rubbed her eyes with her fingers.
She took another careful look.
No mistake—it was indeed asking if she wanted to watch someone dance.
Just to be sure she hadn’t misread the sender, she squinted at the contact name.
It was Xie Guanyan, no doubt.
His profile picture was a scenic photo of the ocean, and his WeChat name was just his real name.
Lin Mo’s foggy brain buzzed with excitement.
Who would’ve thought Xie Guanyan had hidden dance talents?
Had he had a few too many and now wanted to show off?
Though she wasn’t sure what kind of dance he could do.
Jazz? Hip-hop?
Or maybe Latin?
Whatever it was, with Xie Guanyan’s looks, it was bound to be a feast for the eyes.
How could Lin Mo refuse such a visual treat?
Her slender fingers quickly typed a reply: [I’d love to see it!]
She’d watch every second!
If it was a striptease, even better!
Of course, Lin Mo doubted that was likely.
What billionaire CEO would perform a striptease?
His reply came swiftly: [Give me 20 minutes to prepare. Come to my room.]
He needed preparation time?
Lin Mo’s anticipation soared!
In his room, Xie Guanyan’s heart pounded violently.
His long, elegant fingers scrolled through dance tutorials on his phone.
He didn’t know how to dance, but he could learn on the spot.
Soon, his phone rang. He answered.
“Boss, we got it. Open the door.”
Xie Guanyan was about to head out when he remembered Shen Yihan was staying in the villa tonight.
No telling if he was in his room or downstairs.
After a pause, he said, “Find a way to avoid the living room and stay quiet. Deliver it straight to my room.”
The burly bodyguard brother accepted the request without hesitation.
With the items in hand, he and his younger brother scaled the villa walls.
For their boss’s happiness, they’d go all out!
Truth be told, when he first got the call, the bodyguard had been speechless for a solid minute.
Was this really something he should be buying?
Once they reached the wall outside Xie Guanyan’s room, the older brother turned to the younger. “Come here, I’ll step on your shoulders.”
The younger brother: “…”
Lin Mo had never felt 20 minutes drag on so slowly.
The moment the time was up, she sprang out of bed.
Slipping on her shoes, she rushed toward the door—only to find the so-called “Buddha of Beijing” sprawled across her doorway.
Lin Mo: “…”
Noticing her, Shen Yihan sat up. “Sis, what’s up? Thirsty?”
Lin Mo’s lips twitched. “Yeah, just going to get some water.”
Good grief! Was the Buddha of Beijing keeping tabs on her?
No way could she admit she was heading to Xie Guanyan’s room for a private dance show.
If she did, Shen Yihan would surely insist on tagging along.
She and Xie Guanyan were close enough that he’d be comfortable performing, but with Shen Yihan there? No chance.
Blinking innocently, Lin Mo said, “Why are you sleeping out here? Go to your room—you’ll catch a cold!”
Shen Yihan was already on his feet, heading to fetch water. “It’s fine. The weather’s warm. I just figured you might get thirsty after drinking, so I wanted to be nearby to help.”
Keeping watch while playing the dutiful servant—two birds, one stone.
Lin Mo wasn’t thrilled.
But she couldn’t deny his good intentions.
A glass of warm water was soon handed to her by a hand adorned with prayer beads.
Lin Mo had no choice but to accept. “You really should—”
Shen Yihan spun the beads around his wrist, pretending not to hear. He lay back down. “Goodnight, sis.”
Lin Mo took a sip, sighed, and retreated to her room.
Setting the glass aside, she picked up her phone and saw Xie Guanyan’s message: [You can come now.]
With a sigh, she typed: [Maybe next time. I’m kinda tired tonight.]
She couldn’t blame it on Shen Yihan’s watchfulness—that’d make it seem like the Buddha of Beijing didn’t trust Xie Guanyan’s character, which might sour their professional relationship.
After all, this billionaire was Shen Yihan’s investor.
Xie Guanyan’s breath hitched when he read the message. His grip on the phone turned his knuckles white.
It was all his fault for making her wait too long!
Now she’d go to sleep with memories of that male dancer in her head.
Would she dream about him tonight?
Unacceptable!
Xie Guanyan’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his eyes darkening.
His fingers flew across the screen: [It’ll be quick. I’ll come to you.]
The moment he sent it, he was on his feet.
Long legs carried him swiftly to the door.
But when he opened it, there was Shen Yihan—still camped outside Lin Mo’s room.
Hearing the door, Shen Yihan sat up again. “Mr. Xie.”
Xie Guanyan hadn’t expected this. Adjusting his glasses calmly, he said, “You…”
Shen Yihan was unfazed. “Just making sure my sister has water if she gets thirsty. Are you thirsty too? I can get you some.”
Xie Guanyan shook his head. “No need. I’ll handle it.”
He walked to the kitchen, poured himself a glass of cold water, and returned to his room.
Suddenly, it clicked.
Lin Mo hadn’t come because Shen Yihan was guarding her door.
She was still interested in seeing him dance!
He took a sip of the icy water, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
Then he called his bodyguards again.
The two bodyguards, assigned to stay in the villa behind the main house for quick access, were still en route when the older brother’s phone rang.
“Boss! Need us to buy something else?”
Xie Guanyan: “No. Just come back.”
Deprived of her dance show, Lin Mo climbed into bed with a twinge of regret.
Her head still fuzzy from alcohol, she scrolled mindlessly through her phone before giving up.
Just as she was about to sleep—
Her window suddenly slid open from the outside.
Someone was climbing in.
Lin Mo shrieked and lashed out with a kick.
A soft grunt followed.
Only then did she recognize the intruder—Xie Guanyan!
Now sprawled on the floor, the man braced himself on his hands, his drunkenly beautiful eyes locked on her.
Somehow, his silver-framed glasses had been swapped for gold-rimmed ones.
The mix of pitiful vulnerability and raw allure was overwhelming.
Lin Mo’s eyes nearly popped out of her head.
She clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle another scream, then hurried to help him up. “Why’d you climb through the window?!” she whispered frantically.
Outside, the bodyguard brother sighed. “This is the boss’s own house, and now he’s sneaking around like a thief!”
Having kept watch over Lin Mo, he’d seen Shen Yihan arrive earlier.
The younger brother: “Bro, get off my shoulders first!”
The older brother jumped down.
Rubbing his sore shoulders, the younger said, “Let’s go.”
But the older shook his head. “No way. We might still be needed. Remember, little bro—tonight, we’re love’s guardians.”
Back in the room, Xie Guanyan—still heavily drunk—gazed at Lin Mo’s bright, flustered face. His voice was low and tender. “I wanted to dance for you.”
Lin Mo hadn’t expected such dedication to showing off.
“You’ll have to keep it down. My second bro—”
“Sis, what was that noise?”
Shen Yihan’s voice floated in from the hallway.
Lin Mo’s heart leaped into her throat.
"Nothing, I just rolled off the bed by accident!" she replied, forcing herself to stay calm.
"Are you okay?"
Shen Yihan's voice was laced with concern as he pushed open the bedroom door.
