Amos and his group first went to the Three Pure Ones Hall to offer their respects, then visited each of the main halls, and stayed for a vegetarian meal at noon.

Unlike those devout believers, he looked exactly like he was here to check in and sightsee.

Some tourists also noticed this teenager with a head of dazzling golden hair, but he was wearing sunglasses so they couldn’t see his face clearly. Two men, one burly and one skinny, stood guarding him. Especially the tall, powerfully built, dark-faced, stern man—one look and you’d know he was trained. When those authoritative eyes swept over, ordinary people simply couldn’t withstand it and wished they could turn tail and run.

To the west of Qingxia Temple, in front of the cliff, there is an open space that has been built into a viewing platform, a famous check‑in holy ground. In the center of the platform stands a huge ginkgo tree, its thick trunk so wide that even two adult men can’t encircle it with their arms. The branches are covered with golden ginkgo leaves, and under the sunlight it’s like a giant golden umbrella blocking out the sky and sun. The countless branching boughs are tied with red prayer ribbons and wishing plaques; when the wind blows, the red ribbons flutter slightly, the plaques collide with a sound as pleasant as wind chimes, making for a most beautiful and magnificent scene.

Standing under the ginkgo tree and gazing into the distance, you see clouds steaming and glowing, mountain mists curling around, which all the more sets off the Daoist temple behind you like a celestial palace. No matter how many worries you have, at the moment you stand here, breathing the free air of the mountains and looking out at the beautiful scenery, your whole being calms, as if all your troubles and sorrows are carried away by the mountain wind.

Amos kept taking photos with his phone, but the phone camera couldn’t capture even a tenth of the view before his eyes. The teenager regretfully shook his head.

It was also You Qi’s first time coming to Qingxia Mountain, and he was stunned by the beauty before him. He took out his phone and handed it to Amos: "Take a photo for me."

Peter, on the other hand, wasn’t moved in the slightest by the scenery, his hawk-like eyes constantly and warily scanning the surroundings.

Until a man’s figure appeared in his field of vision.

Peter moved in a flash to stand in front of Amos, his tall body completely blocking the slender figure of the teenager.

"Ren Mingze is coming over."

Amos immediately turned around and pushed his sunglasses up.

You Qi put his phone away and turned, his smile not reaching his eyes. "This guy just won’t quit."

Ren Mingze walked over with a smile, intending to play the "casual encounter" routine, but before he could get close, Peter blocked his way.

"I’m sorry, sir, my young master doesn’t like strangers getting too close."

Ren Mingze glanced at the teenager’s back not far away. "My apologies, that was rude of me."

Ren Mingze stepped back a few paces but didn’t leave. Instead, he stood on the other side of the railing pretending to admire the scenery, and from his angle he could just see the teenager’s side profile.

Unfortunately, at some point a bank of dark cloud drifted over and blocked the sun. In the swirling mist, the teenager’s figure became a bit more blurred.

Amos gripped the railing with both hands, veins bulging on the back of his hands, muttering under his breath, "What do I do, what do I do, will I get found out?"

You Qi leaned close to him and spoke in a low voice to soothe him: "What are you afraid of? Right now you are Amos. And who is Amos? The most pampered young master of the Mei Fei Family, head of the four great conglomerates; an investment prodigy. You have every capital to be willful and domineering—who dares question your identity? Stop scaring yourself."

The teenager was still shaking nonstop.

You Qi rolled his eyes and used his trump card: "If you mess up the young master’s business, you’re dead meat."

The teenager jolted and suddenly quieted down.

"I’m just afraid I’ll mess up your young master’s business. Of all people you could find, you had to pick me. If it weren’t for An’an’s sake, I wouldn’t be wading into this muddy water."

With that, he let out a tsundere snort.

You Qi let out a cold laugh. "The Feng Group’s finances have hit a crisis, right? You were expanding too fast, of course you were going to take a spill. If you beg our young master, maybe he’ll be in a good mood and just lift a finger to save your life."

At these words, the teenager fell completely silent.

Although he was a few years older than Amos, when it came to investment and management, he really was a greenhorn. The name Amos was thunderous even to his ears. Even setting aside whether Amos could help him, just being able to build a connection with him would benefit him for life. Look—Qingzhou’s big shot in finance, Ren Mingze, had lowered himself to come here for a "chance encounter."

Just a few days ago he’d still been worrying about how to solve the company’s financial crisis, when a phone call from Shen You’an came, sending him into an excited frenzy.

He knew exactly how long it had been since he’d last seen Shen You’an, and he hadn’t even received a single call from her. All he could do was search for her latest updates on hot searches every day, following her like a declining fan chasing a fallen star.

Shen You’an directly gave him an order: buy a plane ticket to go abroad immediately, any destination would do. Then he was to secretly drive himself to Qingzhou, without telling anyone about his whereabouts, and outwardly claim he had gone abroad for a relaxing trip.

Feng Yueyang was born a playboy. Although he’d cleaned up his act and gotten his act together after taking over the Feng Group, the impression he’d left on the public was hard to wash away. Coincidentally, the company was currently in a financial crisis and he was tearing his hair out over it. For him to then throw everything aside and go abroad for a vacation fit perfectly with his usual behavior—no one would suspect a thing.

Feng Yueyang naturally agreed to any request from Shen You’an. He didn’t even ask why before following her instructions.

After he arrived in Qingzhou, someone sent a car to pick him up—that was this gloomy pretty boy in front of him.

Then they gave him a complete makeover, putting a head of dazzling golden wig on him, doing special effects makeup on his face, and changing his style of clothing as well.

Standing in front of the mirror after the transformation, Feng Yueyang could hardly believe what he saw.

His face bore a strong resemblance to Shen You’an’s, yet the flamboyant golden hair and those bright, beautiful blue eyes were full of Exotic Realm flavor.

The pretty boy told him to bring out the aura he usually used on his subordinates: walk with his head held high and chest out, and look at people with the kind of arrogant gaze he’d use on ants.

Later, Feng Yueyang found out that the person he was to impersonate was actually the famous Amos.

He’d learned all about Shen You’an’s mysterious background from the hot searches and naturally knew she and Amos were cousins.

But it had never crossed his mind that Shen You’an would actually have him impersonate Amos.

You Qi nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad, there’s some resemblance. Enough to fool those people. But put away that roguish, good‑for‑nothing act of yours. Our young master Amos’s nobility is innate, he’s not some street punk. If your build wasn’t similar to his, this kind of good thing wouldn’t have fallen to you at all."

Feng Yueyang had a temper too. Being humiliated like this, he couldn’t swallow it. "Then don’t come asking me to impersonate him. Let the real one come. If it weren’t for An’an, I wouldn’t bother doing this sneaky crap."

You Qi rolled up his sleeves. "Don’t you dare act all put‑upon after taking advantage. Do the job properly, or An’an won’t let you off when we get back."

Only when he heard Shen You’an’s name did Feng Yueyang settle down.

With the icy mountain wind blowing and the dark clouds pressing in from the horizon like the predatory gaze weighing on his back, Feng Yueyang couldn’t help asking, "Where’s Amos himself? He’s not off doing something shady, is he?"

This was way too weird.

You Qi shot him a look. "Curiosity killed the cat. Do your own job well and stop prying."

But when he turned away, You Qi’s face was full of worry.

My dear young lady, where on earth have you run off to?

Luckily, very few people had ever seen Amos in person, or else their cover would’ve been blown already. But that Ren Mingze was not someone easy to fool, which kept him on edge the whole time.

In Jingzhou, the temperature had suddenly plummeted; winter was drawing near.

Shen You’an got out of the car and looked up at the antique‑style mansion before her.

The butler hurriedly opened the door and came over, saying respectfully, "Miss Shen, please come in."