In the afternoon shooting, Mu Zhouyi didn't NG again. She seemed to have finally found the feeling and it was like the acting good possessed her body to pull Ye Bing out of the script. All the close-ups of the morning passed. Xu Heng's expression finally eased and Shen Yan's frown loosened.

After the close-up shot, Xie Yang held the violin and prepared to exit.

"Xie Yang." Mu Zhouyi caught up with him and stood in front of Xie Yang, full of embarrassment and guilt. "You've worked hard to cooperate with me this entire time. I'm sorry for the delay in the morning."

Xie Yang glanced around at the staff looking this way and smiled at Mu Zhouyi. He said it was fine and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Mu Zhouyi reached out toward Xie Yang's hand holding the violin.

Xie Yang hadn't expected Mu Zhouyi to approach so suddenly in front of a big crowd. Once he realized Mu Zhouyi's intentions, he tried to avoid it but the skin of his wrist had already been touched by Mu Zhouyi's fingertips.

Strange, intense fluctuations spread violently from the place where his skin was touched. His mind became dazed and his ability core became unprecedentedly clear. The world in front of him started to rotate and the feeling of nausea was so strong it seemed like he would vomit at any minute.

Mu Zhouyi withdrew her hand after touching him and pointed to the violin. "I'm sorry, this is a prop. I can't let you take it away."

Xie Yang's body twisted imperceptibly as he stood still. He took a deep breath and controlled the expression on his face with strong willpower. He handed the violin to Mu Zhouyi and replied, "I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention for a moment. Thank you for reminding me."

"It's okay. In addition, regarding the words you spoke in the car yesterday, I want to explain it to you. Do you have time?"

How would a person affected by the golden finger respond at this point? Xie Yang barely kept his mind as he nodded. "There is time. Senior, you should come to me when you aren't busy."

"That's great. I will find you as soon as possible."

Mu Zhouyi left with the violin.

Xie Yang inserted his hands into his pockets, squeezed them firmly and turned to sit down next to Long Shuyou. Then he took out his phone and called Wu Shui.

"Boss?"

"Come here to me." Xie Yang hung up and pressed a hand against his temple.

Long Shuyou looked at Xie Yang and asked, "What's wrong with you? Your face is a bit bad."

Xie Yang's expression was blank. "My stomach hurts. After all, I ate a poisoned apple at noon."

Long Shuyou, "......"

Wu Shui came quickly.

Xie Yang stood up and told him, "Come with me to the toilet."

Wu Shui froze for a moment. Then he nodded at Long Shuyou, whose expression was wrinkled, and quickly followed Xie Yang. Xie Yang shook the moment he got away from the crowd and reached for the shelf next to him. Wu Shui was shocked and stepped forward to help Xie Yang, asking anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine... maybe it is low blood sugar. Send me to the toilet and I'll wash my face. If someone asks where I am then tell them that my stomach is uncomfortable and I went to look for a place to rest. Do you understand?"

Wu Shui nodded quickly and held Xie Yang to help him to the toilet.

The toilets of the studio were in good condition and had cubicles. Xie Yang sent Wu Shui to buy coffee and locked himself in a cubicle. Then he lowered the toilet lid, sat down on it and held his head tightly.

He once experienced the awakening of an ability. His brain swelled, his limbs became weak, his throat was dry, he became dizzy and he had difficulty breathing.

Xie Yang knew the next changes in his body. After a maximum of four hours, he would get a sudden high fever. In severe cases, he would fall unconscious. If he could hold on then he would gain an ability. If he couldn't then he would die.

He took a big breath. He wanted to vomit but couldn't spit it out. He couldn't help holding the piece of skin just touched by Mu Zhouyi with his other hand and he gripped it tightly, trying to suppress the strange fluctuations that were still occurring.

He couldn't let Mu Zhouyi discover that he was in the wrong state but he couldn't hide here forever.

Qiu Xing...

He bit his tongue hard and a bloody taste instantly filled his mouth.

The sharp pain controlled his nausea and Xie Yang forced himself to sit upright. His swollen eyes were wide and his Adam's apple moved up and down as he swallowed all the blood in his mouth. His eyes were full of cruelty.

No one could manipulate his life and his likes and dislikes, no one.

He didn't know how much time passed until Wu Shui's voice was heard outside the cubicle. Xie Yang raised his eyes and got up to open the door. He walked straight to the wash basin, bent over and splashed cold water on his face several times.

Wu Shui was taken aback by Xie Yang's appearance and stepped forward. "Boss, you don't look well. Is it really just low blood sugar?"

"I'm fine." Xie Yang straightened up and looked at his face in the mirror. His eyes were red and his face was pale. He turned to Wu Shui for a tissue and wiped his face, slowly adjusting his breathing so no one would hear anything wrong. Then he said, "I probably haven't adjusted to the environment here. Have you bought the coffee?"

"I bought it but it isn't easy to bring coffee into the toilet. I placed it under the flower bed outside."

Xie Yang went out to the flower bed, opened the coffee that Wu Shui bought and directly drank a big mouthful. The bitter taste and refreshing effect of the coffee slightly relieved the discomfort of his brain. The strange fluctuations on the skin of his wrist were also gradually weakening over time.

Xie Yang focused on the pain at the tip of his tongue and ignored his body's discomfort as he asked, "How long have I been outside?"

"It is approximately 20 minutes. Boss, I'll take you to the hospital for a check. You look really unwell."

20 minutes. This meant Mu Zhouyi's golden finger effect would last another 10 minutes. It was enough.

Xie Yang took a last sip of the coffee and threw the coffee cup into the trash. "Return to the studio."

***

Xie Yang was blocked by Mu Zhouyi the moment he returned to the studio and Shen Yan was following behind Mu Zhouyi.

"Xie Yang, is something wrong? Master Long said you're feeling a bit uncomfortable."

Xie Yang placed his hands in his pocket and made sure that only the skin of his face was exposed to the outside. "Sorry for worrying you. It was just a bit of trouble."

Mu Zhouyi's tone became embarrassed as she replied, "Then do you want me to get medicine for you? Your assistant might not know where the pharmacy is near the studio."

"It's okay. I'm not feeling so bad now. Senior, are you looking for me?"

These words were in line with Mu Zhouyi's intentions. She glanced at Shen Yan beside him and told Xie Yang, "Let's find a quiet place to speak."

The three of them went to Shen Yan's dressing room and Shen Yan once again asked his assistant to keep watch outside. Xie Yang strongly suspected that Shen Yan had Mu Zhouyi's good will skill used on him again. Otherwise, how could he listen to Mu Zhouyi so obediently?

The three of them sat down. Perhaps it was due to the duration of the skill almost ending but Mu Zhouyi started to explain directly from the moment she sat down. "Xie Yang, actually... I do have a good impression of Qinglin but I have always cared about his family background. I don't dare show my heart to him. You were right in the car before. I shouldn't take care of him just because I like him. I was too rude and pretentious. I also eavesdropped. I really didn't do it intentionally. I just heard the noise downstairs and was worried about Qinglin's body, so I went downstairs to check secretly. I barely heard a few words of your conversation. I know I was wrong. I'm really sorry."

Xie Yang looked at Mu Zhouyi with surprise. She admitted her feelings for Feng Qinglin? What was this? She was unable to clarify so she simply admitted it to please the family of her future boyfriend?

Mu Zhouyi glanced at Shen Yan and apologized. "Brother Shen, I'm sorry to let you hear this. I will deal with private matters more carefully in the future. I'm also sorry for being in a poor condition this morning. I went back to the capital and ran into something. I was always uneasy so... I'm really sorry."

Shen Yan frowned for a moment before letting it go. He shook his head gently. "It doesn't matter. Everyone has a time when they're in a bad state."

Mu Zhouyi sighed with relief. "Thank you for your tolerance and consideration. Then let's go out. Director Xu should be looking for us."

The brief explanation meeting ended. Xie Yang noticed that the moment he walked out of Shen Yan's dressing room, the strange fluctuations from his wrist disappeared. He glanced sideways at Shen Yan and asked, "How do you feel?"

Shen Yan gazed at Xie Yang strangely. "What?"

It seemed he was still influenced by the skill. Xie Yang shook his head and said nothing. He returned to Long Shuyou and sat down. In the following time, Xie Yang performed as usual. Only his face was worse than usual but no other signs of discomfort could be seen.

Two hours later, the entire day of shooting finally ended. Xie Yang returned to the hotel with the crew. The ease on his face disappeared the moment he entered the door and he directly leaned against the door.

It was as if his brain was burning. He touched his forehead and it really was hot. This happened so fast. He braced his feet and threw himself onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes.

He had to temporarily stay away from Mu Zhouyi and he had to find a quiet place to pass his awakening period... he turned over, pulled out his phone from his pocket and watched the passage of time carefully.

After an hour later, he finally moved. He called Wu Shui's phone and spoke with his last remaining consciousness, "Come to my room and take me to the hospital. Don't say anything. Notify Xu Heng of my illness only after arriving at the hospital and take a few days off for me. Remember, don't tell the location of the hospital to anyone other than Xu Heng. I don't want anyone to come to the hospital." After this, he let go of his hand and passed out.

***

It was like his body was placed in a steamer. He didn't know how much time passed but the temperature of the steamer finally dropped slightly.

Xie Yang opened his eyes. His body was still hot, the smell of disinfectant was floating in the air, the ceiling was strange and an IV drip was next to him. This was a hospital.

Xie Yang moved and noticed a familiar figure standing at the door of the ward with his back turned to this side. A faint voice drifted over from there.

"Mr Qiu, how is Xie Yang today?"

QIu Xing's cold voice had a trace of mocking. "How is he related to you? Wu Shui, send Miss Mu away."

Qiu Xing.

...And Mu Zhouyi!

He couldn't let Mu Zhouyi meet Qiu Xing!

Xie Yang suddenly woke up. He tried calling out for Qiu Xing but his throat was so dry he could only make some breathing sounds. The voices at the door continued and Mu Zhouyi wasn't driven away.

He used the strength of his arms to sit up, pulled the needle from the back of his hand, got out of bed barefoot and walked to the door of the ward.

Mu Zhouyi couldn't meet Qiu Xing. His direct contact with Mu Zhouyi made him completely sure of one thing. Mu Zhouyi's golden finger would directly affect the human brain after contact. If it had to be classified as an ability then it would definitely be a mind control ability.

All mind control abilities had more or less negative effects on the human brain. Healthy people might not be really hurt by this negative impact but Qiu Xing had a terminal illness. In addition, the source of his terminal illness was in the brain. Xie Yang didn't know if a person with a malignant tumor in his brain would be in a worse condition after his brain was affected by mind control.

In the original novel, Qiu Xing's illness was indeed aggravated after he started to have frequent contact with the female lead. He couldn't let Qiu Xing...

"I'm sorry. This is the character biography that Director Xu Heng asked me to pass onto Xie Yang. Mr Qiu, look..."

"Give it to me."

In his vision, Qiu Xing reached out to Mu Zhouyi.

Xie Yang didn't know where he got his burst of strength from. He rushed to the door with his weak body, pulled back the hand Qiu Xing was extending to Mu Zhouyi and turned to face Qiu Xing's shoulder, blocking Qiu Xing with his own body. He glanced back at Mu Zhouyi and squeezed out some words. "Who told you to come?"

Mu Zhouyi's outstretched hand fell down as she stared at Xie Yang in a stunned manner. Her eyes swept over Xie Yang and Qiu Xing's ambiguous pose and her mouth dropped open. She was unable to speak.

"Don't you like Feng Qinglin? Go and concentrate on him. Don't touch my person. Get out of here!"

Xie Yang took the character biography from Mu Zhouyi's hand, pushed Qiu Xing two steps inside and slammed the door of the ward. Then he looked at Qiu Xing with a frown. He wanted to tell Qiu Xing not to see any messy people. However, the feeling of dizziness came suddenly and he tightened his grip on Qiu Xing, placing his hand on Qiu Xing's shoulder in discomfort.

Qiu Xing froze from being embraced by Xie Yang. After a moment, he finally moved. He looked down at the head on his shoulder and hesitantly, carefully and in an unaccustomed manner, placed his hand on Xie Yang's back to support his body.

A body temperature higher than normal came through the layer of hospital clothes and there was a breath blowing against his neck. Qiu Xing looked at Xie Yang and asked, "Xie Yang, what is... your person?"

Xie Yang's brain was burning hot and he didn't hear Qiu Xing's voice at all. His ability core fluctuated and his breathing became short. He couldn't help tightening his grip on Qiu Xing again.

His shoulder was in some pain from the tight grip. Qiu Xing frowned and realized something was wrong. He reached for Xie Yang's face and found the temperature abnormally high. His expression changed. Originally, he was just holding Xie Yang's hand instead of hugging him. Now he quickly sent Xie Yang back to the bed and rang the call bell at the head of the bed.

Xie Yang curled up as soon as he was on the bed and he raised his hands to hold his head.

This action of Xie Yang pressing against his head stimulated Qiu Xing and his expression became very scary. He pulled away Xie Yang's hand and demanded, "What's wrong with you?"

Xie Yang's consciousness was no longer sober.

"What is wrong with you?!" Qiu Xing's voice increased as he watched Xie Yang. Then he took a deep breath, turned back and shouted toward the door of the ward. "Doctor! Why haven't you come yet?!"

The world became psychedelic and gorgeous. Xie Yang opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Qiu Xing's gloomy and tense face as a distorted picture. He reached out and patted Qiu Xing's body before closing his eyes and fainting again.

Once he woke up, the heat in his body had completely dropped. The ability core growing deep in his brain was working quietly, longing for the presence of power. His body was more relaxed than ever and his five senses were clear and sharp.

The light in the room was a bit dim. Xie Yang shifted his gaze in the direction of the other breath in the room. Qiu Xing was sitting on a sofa in the ward, his eyes hidden in the shadows. His face was pale, his lips dull and his eyes gloomy. He was like a ghost who just died.

"Xie Yang, you are really good."

Qiu Xing's voice was low and hoarse, a hint of danger in his usually dull tone.

"The first day of your business trip, you didn't answer my calls and stayed up late. Then the next day, you went to the hospital. You didn't stop in the hospital and got a fever again. The doctors were unable to find out the reason. Tell me, should I tie you up with a chain in order for you to pay back my 500 million?"

Xie Yang propped up his body and sat up. He stared at Qiu Xing for a moment before declaring, "I'm hungry."

Qiu Xing stared at Xie Yang with an expressionless face but deep emotions were rolling in his eyes.

"I also want to go to the toilet and take a bath."

Qiu Xing still didn't move.

"I'm sorry."

Qiu Xing closed his eyes before getting up and lifting Xie Yang out of bed. He half-pulled Xie Yang to the bathroom and placed him in front of the toilet.

Xie Yang glanced at Qiu Xing. "You want to see?"

Qiu Xing turned around with a dark expression.

"You aren't going out?"

"Get on with it!"

Xie Yang undid his pants and flushed after finishing. Then he turned to Qiu Xing's back and asked, "I'm going to take a shower. Do you want to continue waiting here?"

Qiu Xing turned around and sneered at Xie Yang. "Xie Yang, do you still have a heart? You woke up from passing through the ghost gate and want to eat and take a bath. You are-"

Xie Yang stepped forward to hug Qiu Xing, gently patting Qiu Xing's back. Qiu Xing instantly fell silent, his lips tightly pressed together.

"I'm glad you are the first one I saw. Qiu Xing, this time it was truly an accident. I will be healthy and live to 100 years old. I promise."

Qiu Xing turned his head to the side.

"In addition, thank you."

"......"

Qiu Xing finally raised his hand and held Xie Yang's back loosely for a moment. Then he suddenly lifted his hands to Xie Yang's shoulders and pushed Xie Yang away. "You can only wash for five minutes. If you don't come out for five minutes then you will never leave this ward in the future." After that, he turned and left the bathroom, closing the bathroom door.

Xie Yang stared at the door for a moment and smiled. "In addition, you will live for 100 years."

***

Xie Yang took a bath with the fastest speed of his life. He was too late to dry his body. He had just wrapped himself with a towel with the bathroom door opened. A large towel wrapped around him.

Qiu Xing sternly wrapped him while telling him, "Change your clothes and eat."

Xie Yang tried to move his arm but was unable to move. Qiu Xing had wrapped him too tightly. "I haven't brushed my teeth yet. You wrapped me too tightly and I can't move."

Qiu Xing paused for a moment before loosening the towel with a frown. He rubbed Xie Yang's upper body like it was wood and threw away the blanket. Then he took out a plush bathrobe for Xie Yang to put on. He bent down to take the hair dryer out of the cabinet and said, "Go and brush your teeth."

Xie Yang obeyed.

Qiu Xing plugged in the hair dryer and stood behind Xie Yang to dry his hair while Xie Yang brushed his teeth. This man's actions were surprisingly gentle. Xie Yang smiled at Qiu Xing through the mirror.

"Why are you smiling so stupidly?"

Xie Yang shook his head and continued to brush his teeth. He stared at himself in the mirror and paused for a moment. He suddenly found that his appearance had changed a bit.

The original owner's body was 80-90% similar to his original appearance but in the end, it was only 80-90% similar. It wasn't exactly the same. There was always a bit of difference with his original appearance. Now that small difference seemed to be blurring.

Both the original owner and himself belonged to the handsome type but the original owner's facial features and temperament were more moderate while his were more aggressive. They had the same eye shape but the corner of his eye was higher than the original owner and his face was sharper. In fact, even his height was taller than the original owner by a few centimetres. For this reason, he didn't like looking in the mirror and paying attention to his present appearance. But now...

Xie Yang touched the end of his eyes and looked at Qiu Xing through the mirror. He spat out the toothpaste foam and said, "I seem to have grown taller." His facial features were also moving closer to their original appearance.

Qiu Xing glanced in the mirror and made eye contact with Xie Yang. He immediately frowned to avoid it. Then he pressed a hand against Xie Yang's dishevelled hair and turned off the hair dryer. "Don't dream. It is because your hair is blown up. Go out to eat after brushing."

Obviously, it wasn't his hair.

Xie Yang rinsed the bubbles and deliberately flicked a few drops of water onto Qiu Xing. Qiu Xing glared at Xie Yang but said nothing. He just walked out of the bathroom.

***

During his meal, Xie Yang found out that he had actually been unconscious for nearly three days. During these three days, Qiu Xing had been staying in the ward.

"So you rushed over as soon as you received Wu Shui's phone call?"

Qiu Xing changed the topic. "That Mu Zhouyi called you every day. Today, she even directly looked for you."

Xie Yang saw Qiu Xing's expression start to become wrong again and explained, "I told Wu Shui to only tell Xu Heng that I was sick. I said to not let anyone visit me."

"Everyone lives in the same hotel. How did you expect to conceal it? What is going on with that Mu Zhouyi? Do you know her so well?'

"I'm not familiar with her."

"Yet she cares about you so much?"

"Maybe it is her intention. She heard you answer my phone and wanted to come and seduce you."

"......"

Qiu Xing frowned at Xie Yang.

Xie Yang drank the porridge calmly. "Don't underestimate the charm of power and money. Mu Zhouyi seems to like to be close to people with money, power or status. She can also easily attract people's hearts. However, this is just my guess. Perhaps she wants to please you and I to pave the way for her to marry the rich. She confessed to me that she likes Feng Qinglin. Congratulations, you are about to greet a troublesome nephew's wife."

"...I don't think anyone will be as troublesome as you." Qiu Xing's frown lightened and his expression looked better. He pushed a dish in front of Xie Yang. "Relax, I will never have such a wife for my nephew."

Xie Yang raised his eyebrows. "You want to hit the mandarin duck?" (Mandarin ducks are believed to be lifelong couples in China and are a symbol of love and fidelity)

Qiu Xing didn't answer.

***

In the middle of the night, Xie Yang opened his eyes and glanced at Qiu Xing sleeping on the bed that was beside him. He lightly moved to sit up and reached out to touch the bouquet of flowers on the bedside table.

The pure smell of vegetation spread along the fingertips towards his body. His ability core moved stupidly and the nascent power flowed out, tangling around the plant. It blended, combed through, removed impurities, absorbed them and then fed them back to the plants to form a cycle.

The scent of flowers in the ward suddenly became richer.

Xie Yang withdrew his hand.

The original owner's physique was slightly different from his. This awakening gave him a pure purification ability. It was different from his previous life where he had a strong corrosive and aggressive ability in addition to the purification.

It wasn't bad.

He lowered his hand and glanced at Qiu Xing on the bed again. He quietly touched the bed and watched Qiu Xing's expression that was tense even when sleeping. He crouched down and touched Qiu Xing's hand on the quilt.

His ability had just awakened and the storage capacity of his core was too small. The level wasn't helpful. If he wanted to help Qiu Xing, he could only...

"You aren't sleeping at night just to touch me?"

Xie Yang had been releasing a trace of ability from his fingertip when he shrank back with fright. He raised his eyes and met Qiu Xing's open eyes. In the silence, he said, "In fact, I am sleepwalking."

***