I'm not an elite villain.

Deep in the courtyard, the sun shines over the blooming osmanthus trees, casting mottled shadows. A gentle breeze blows by, and the white osmanthus flowers on the branches dance like snow.

The weather was sunny and the sky was clear. This kind of weather was perfect for going out for fun, Pan Xianan thought.

The green bamboo forest rustles with the caress of the wind, as if healing everything around it.

But this enthusiasm was too much. I always felt a little scared. Pan Xian'an felt a little panicked when he saw the couple who were so concerned about him.

"Is the young man inside feeling better?"

Her voice is very light, like the melted snow from the top of the snow-capped mountains in Tibet, clean and refreshing.

"Miss, you can go in and take a look. The master and the mistress are already inside." The maid said respectfully.

"Yeah." She nodded and turned to go into the guest room.

She was wearing a light purple pleated skirt with a few butterflies embroidered on the hem and dazzling roses embroidered on the sleeves. Her long hair was tied up and secured with a light purple headband and a purple tassel inserted diagonally. She had big watery eyes, and looked like a naive girl.

Her lips are rosy with a little rouge on, and her dress dances in the wind, accompanied by the crisp and pleasant tinkling sounds of the pendant. She looks like a fairy who has fallen into the mortal world, and one can't help but feel pity for her.

She was followed by a slightly less attractive girl, who was wearing a light pink dress and had her hair standing up.

With a hairpin in her hair, a faint smile on her face, her skin is fair and smooth, as delicate as a baby's, and very cute.

She was dressed much better than the other maids. She had a slender waist and was very charming. She was indeed a beauty.

"Father and mother!"

"Nana, you're here!" Mrs. Zhou looked at her daughter with satisfaction.

It was worth my efforts and secret negotiations. Nana finally came to see it. I don’t know if it suits her taste, but I hope it will work this time.

The man in front of me had a face as white as jade, eyes like stars, and a bright light flashing in his eyes. He had relaxed brows and was smiling lightly, like sunshine that went straight into my heart. His whole body emanated a faint fairy air, like a god.

With a look comparable to Mr. Fu's, Nana developed a slight interest in him.

Nana walked closer to the man and looked at him carefully. His eyes were like a clear lake, revealing wisdom and depth, as if he could see through everything and made people fall in love with him.

The high nose bridge, slightly upturned mouth corners and elegant facial features combine to form a handsome face that makes people fascinated.

If the person in front of me was my younger brother, how proud I would be in front of my sisters when I take him out to play, Nana felt in her heart.

"Come on, let's go out and let the children chat." Mrs. Zhou pulled her husband's clothes and left.

"No, what are you doing?" Being alone with his wife, Zhou Yitan looked at his wife who was pulling at the corner of his clothes in a daze.

Then Mr. Zhou helplessly received the cold stare from his wife.

"Okay, okay." Mr. Zhou nodded repeatedly.

"Nana, take this young man for a walk around the mansion." Mrs. Zhou said, then took Zhou Yitan's hand and left.

"Okay, mother."

Walking forward, you will see a field of exotic flowers and plants, which are hard to name.

The quietly flowing stream seeps through the flowers and plants and into the cracks in the rocks.

As we go further, the main road becomes flatter and wider, and we can see curling smoke from cooking. People are cooking.

"Are you feeling better now, sir?" Nana asked casually.

"The doctor said there's nothing wrong with it now." Pan Xian'an looked at the rising smoke.

"Where are you from, sir?"

As I walked, I came to the door of a solemn and simple study, where I saw endless pink and black tiles and a small pavilion next to it for a touch of elegance.

Lush jasmine flowers grow over the wall, and the faint fragrance wafts around, intoxicating people.

"I don't know, I can't remember." Pan Xian'an stopped and looked at the sky with empty eyes.

"It's okay if you don't remember it. Just stay in the house for a while. It won't be too late when you remember it." Nana comforted.

"Thank you for your understanding, girl."

"Sir...that's the kitchen, do you want to go in and take a look?" Nana suddenly stopped.

"Is it inconvenient?" He looked gently at the woman in front of him who was wearing a light purple pleated skirt.

"You can take a look." Nana nodded.

"Madam Chen, what are you going to do today?" Nana walked in naturally and asked excitedly.

"Miss, why are you in the kitchen again?"

Nanny Chen had a kind face and her black hair was like the first snow falling to the ground in the severe winter and a frost in the autumn.

The silver hair is half-hidden and half-exposed, looming. The wrinkles on the face seem to be telling the ruthlessness of time.

"This must be the young master that the master brought back!"

"Um"

"She's so cute when she's white and clean."

The maid next to him began to introduce the dishes on the table, as emotionless as a robot introducing the dishes, which reminded Pan Xian'an of a documentary called A Bite of China.

"Braised lion's head, Buddha jumps over the wall, lotus cake, crispy duck, mountain delicacy braised noodles..."

This really broadens my horizons, Pan Xian'an thought to himself, they all look delicious.

But I don’t understand why we have to cook a bland clear soup with so many dishes.

"Madame Chen is the manager of the kitchen. Her specialty is braised chicken legs, which is a great dish." Nana talked endlessly when talking about food.

"Nana, who is this..." The man was a little confused when he saw a stranger standing next to his sister.

He has a sturdy figure and a handsome appearance.

He was dressed in black with gold thread embellishments. His angular face was as cold as a sculpture, and his pair of extremely deep black eyes were filled with an elusive light.

His eyes shot out cold stars, his eyebrows were as dark as painted, and his body was straight and upright, like a pine and a cypress. He gave off a strong sense of oppression, which made people feel awe.

At this moment, he was looking at Pan Xian'an unscrupulously.

"Brother, this is the person father brought back a few days ago." Nana explained.

"You must be Zhou Wuming, my name is Zhou Liao." The older man in front of him suddenly realized.

"Hahaha, his name is obviously Zhou Wuli!" Nana murmured and ruthlessly exposed him.

"Ah!" Pan Xian'an couldn't believe it. Is this... a nickname? !

"It seems that you don't even know my sister's name." He looked at Nana with a smug expression.

"Brother!" Nanashi was a little panicked and wanted to cover the mouth of the person in front of her with her hands.

"Zhou...!" Zhou Liao said, and smiled. His smile was like a spring breeze, with bright eyes and white teeth, as gentle as jade, making people feel endless warmth and joy.

What did you say? Pan Xian'an was a little confused. Did all the names in this family come from such outrageous names? This old man is really cool.

Zhou Liao looked at Nana provocatively, "If you have the guts, let's hurt each other!"

Their family members got along so well with each other that Pan Xian'an, who was standing beside them, felt so embarrassed that he could even afford a three-bedroom apartment.

I am invisible now, right? Watching them interact, I have something to say but I don’t know whether to say it or not.

But he was calm and composed, with eyes as clear as water, but his heart was surging, and on the surface he acted as if nothing had happened.

"Nana!"

"You are the sickly guy!" The sound of bagpipes came from afar.

"The doctor said that there's nothing wrong with my body and I just need to rest." It seems that a new character will be unlocked again. Pan Xian'an is in tears.