Supernatural Insight Eyes-Chapter 932 - 0 still coming? (Second update)

After leaving the love-infused landmark of the Eiffel Tower in Paris, Emile took Ye Qiu and Caroline to visit other famous architectural sites like Notre Dame and the Arc de Triomphe.

It wasn’t until they entered the Louvre that Ye Qiu’s steps began to slow. This world-renowned, oldest, biggest museum housed many legendary antiques.

At a glance, Ye Qiu was astonished by a number of things.

Before long, his gaze landed on an exceptionally peculiar sculpture.

As for why it was unique, it wasn’t due to its shape or craftsmanship but rather because Ye Qiu discovered that, with his penetrating vision, he couldn’t see through the sculpture’s interior.

Even the penetrating vision couldn’t pierce through—what on earth was this?

An ordinary sculpture couldn’t achieve this level of mystery.

Too strange!

This was something Ye Qiu had never experienced before. His heart trembled as he felt that the sculpture before him was anything but ordinary.

Noticing Ye Qiu’s fixed gaze, the nearby tour guide explained the sculpture’s origins. It was purchased for an enormous sum by France after the Louvre was first constructed and had been displayed here ever since for the world to admire. However, the identity of the figure carved into this sculpture remained a mystery even within the museum.

Ye Qiu scrutinized it for a long time before leaving the Louvre, prompted by Emile.

After a day of touring, upon returning to the residence, Ye Qiu couldn’t help but think again about that sculpture.

Anything that could block his penetrating vision had to be extraordinary. Could it be some special material? Or was there an aspect he didn’t yet understand?

Ye Qiu frowned, pondering relentlessly but coming up empty. Unfortunately, he could only admire the sculpture from a distance. If he had been able to touch it up close, he would have undoubtedly studied it thoroughly to uncover the specific reasons.

This matter, he temporarily set aside in his heart. Ye Qiu reflected on his plan to visit Shangguan Hong’s school tomorrow. The main reason he had come to France in the first place was because Shangguan Hong was studying in this country.

While Ye Qiu was lost in thought, Caroline approached, holding a glass of red wine.

A gentle tune played softly in the background—it was "Mariage d’Amour," a creation by Paul Ceneviere and Oliver Tousen.

"Care for a drink?" Caroline placed the wineglass before Ye Qiu. Seeing Ye Qiu unmoved, she teased, "You’re not worried I might knock you unconscious again like last time, are you?"

At her remark, Ye Qiu chuckled and immediately picked up the glass, taking a sip.

"As if! Even if I pass out again, I’d take it in stride," Ye Qiu jested.

"You think I’d do that again? Dream on," Caroline retorted with a huff, a flicker of something unreadable flashing through her eyes—so faint even Ye Qiu hadn’t caught it.

"Haha, I was just joking. Don’t take it to heart. A princess of such grandeur would never stoop to such tactics twice. Impossible, absolutely impossible," Ye Qiu laughed heartily, moving on from the subject.

"Hmph, good that you know," Caroline replied coolly.

The two drank and chatted, enjoying a tranquil moment together. Compared to the loud and chaotic atmosphere of bars, sipping wine in a quiet setting accompanied by soothing music was far more romantic.

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As laughter and conversation flowed, more than an hour passed. Gazing at the empty glasses before them, Caroline suggested, "How about dancing now that the wine’s finished?"

"Dancing?" Ye Qiu smiled faintly. "I’m not great at it—might end up stepping on you. Don’t cry if it hurts."

"No worries. If you’re bad at it, I’ll teach you—it’s not hard," Caroline laughed.

"Alright then, teacher, you’ll guide me properly," Ye Qiu quipped.

Draining the last bit of wine in his glass, Ye Qiu rose, and the two walked to the center of the living room. Placing their hands on each other’s shoulders and waists, they began swaying gently to the music.

They danced for half an hour—just the two of them, alone together.

As the dance approached its end, Ye Qiu began feeling increasingly faint, the sensation oddly familiar.

Looking at Caroline, the thought crossed his mind—could he possibly have fallen for this woman’s trick again?

Not again!

Ye Qiu had never imagined that being with Caroline would leave him utterly unguarded. Despite his formidable abilities, he hadn’t prepared for this eventuality. On any usual day, a cup of poison wouldn’t affect him in the least—but today, he hadn’t suspected a thing.

To think he had stumbled twice in the exact same trap.

As Ye Qiu fell unconscious, Caroline smiled, her plan triumphant.

...

The next morning, Ye Qiu rubbed his aching head, feeling dazed. With a flash of his memory, he recalled the final scene from yesterday.

"That crazy woman! Totally insane!" Ye Qiu couldn’t help but curse.

Though what happened yesterday was clear from his recollections, he knew what had transpired.

Now that it was done, he could only accept it. To be fair, he had gained something out of it. Ye Qiu wasn’t overly rigid; since it had happened, he knew he’d have to take responsibility.

Jumping out of bed, Ye Qiu dressed himself and scanned the room but found no sign of Caroline.

Finally, Ye Qiu’s gaze landed on a note left on the bedside table. On the paper was a line of delicate, flowing characters—and surprisingly, the note was written in Chinese. He hadn’t expected Caroline, for his sake, to practice Chinese writing to such perfection. It was impossible to tell the handwriting belonged to someone foreign, clearly showing her dedication to him.

From these little details, Ye Qiu felt Caroline’s affection for him.

"How can this woman be so foolish!"

Reading the note, Ye Qiu remained silent for a moment before sighing softly.

He had already pieced together what had happened the previous night, and as for why Caroline had left—he could understand that as well.

Thinking about how he had unknowingly transitioned from boyhood to manhood overnight, Ye Qiu’s feelings were momentarily complicated.

...

Meanwhile, Caroline had already boarded a flight heading to Italy.

Sitting by the window as sunlight streamed in, Caroline seemed wrapped in golden hues.

Gazing at the clouds outside, a faint smile graced her face.

Touching her abdomen, Caroline envisioned a future day when she could bring Ye Qiu’s child to meet him—such a scene, she mused, would surely be delightful.

"If I have a little King Yan in the future, no one in the family would dare trouble me anymore," Caroline murmured softly.

Adjusting her legs slightly, she felt a soreness. She was exhausted—it was time to get some proper rest.

...

When Emile saw Ye Qiu again, Ye Qiu was rubbing his waist. After asking Ye Qiu if anything was wrong, Ye Qiu shook his head, though his waist still felt sore. Deciding to rest for half a day, Ye Qiu declined Emile’s invitation and opted to stay in his room.

By midday, Ye Qiu had returned to his best condition, feeling much more refreshed. Glancing at the time, he left his room and headed straight toward Shangguan Hong’s school.