Wang Lubo's face was wet with tears—what on earth had he done wrong? From beginning to end, it wasn't even his business, yet in the end, he was the most hurt. Where on earth could he find justice?

"Brother Feng, hey, Brother Feng." Wang Lubo forced a smile and said, "You know I like to joke around. Honestly, our brotherhood is deeper than the sea, higher than the sky. I speak from the heart; I've always treated you like a real brother!"

Xiao Feng found these words somewhat believable, though the overly sentimental language was a bit much, giving him goosebumps.

"Now, back to the point, why are you all here?" Xiao Feng directly looked at the little girl. Besides her, no one else seemed likely to have this level of influence and leisure.

"It's nothing, really, just a coincidence. What's that saying? 'There's no place too far for fate to bring us together.'" The little girl was feeling guilty and started making things up.

"Mu Shihan!" Xiao Feng enunciated each word slowly, calling out the little girl's full name, which showed he was truly angry. His eyes were like two spotlights, fixed firmly on her face.

The little girl immediately felt the pressure and couldn't help but lower her head, but soon she suddenly lifted it again: "Wait a minute, Xiao Feng brother, you're the one who's got some explaining to do."

At this point, the little girl realized that she should be the one demanding an explanation, not the other way around.

Thinking about this, she suddenly felt emboldened, placing her hands on her hips and saying, "Didn't you say that Du Linlang gave you a bank card? How come I've never heard of a bank card being used as a room card?"

Due to the previous misunderstanding, the little girl had actually removed the "homewrecker" label from Du Linlang.

But that's not the point; the point is, Xiao Feng indeed deceived her.

"Ahem, there are some things that it's not the right time for you to know yet." Xiao Feng's momentum weakened instantly and he changed the topic: "In short, it's not like it seems on the surface."

"Then how are you going to make up for the emotional hurt you caused me?" The little girl asked earnestly: "If you'd told me earlier, would I have acted this way?"

Wang Lubo leaned towards Xiao Feng and whispered, "Brother Feng, Sister Han was indeed very upset before and locked herself in the bathroom. Lu Yao and the others had to persuade her for a long time before she came out."

"Sister Han?" Xiao Feng was stunned for a moment, then said irritably, "Bozai, you'll never get anywhere in life."

Though he joked about it, hearing what Wang Lubo said made Xiao Feng feel a bit guilty, so he went over and ruffled the little girl's hair: "I'll give you a chance to ask for anything you want, as long as I can manage it, I'll definitely agree."

"Really?" The little girl's eyes lit up, "In that case, I'll say it then."

"Go ahead." Xiao Feng nodded, ready to be fleeced. Others might hold back, but he knew the little girl certainly wouldn't with him.

"I have a favorite celebrity, and she's coming to Jiangcheng Sports Hall for a concert on Christmas in a few days. I've been trying so hard to get tickets but couldn't. Can you take me...?" At this point, the little girl paused, glanced back at her friends, and corrected herself: "Take us all to the concert?"

"That's easy, no problem!" Xiao Feng agreed readily and directly passed the task to Wang Lubo: "Bozai, this is up to you. I'll reimburse whatever you spend later."

"..." Wang Lubo.

This was really a case of getting hit by a stray bullet.

...

Meanwhile, in the hospital, Su Yuzhuo lay back with her hands behind her head, staring blankly at the ceiling.

It could be said that this period was her most relaxed time. Losing power felt more like a release for her; that kind of power before was more like charity.

Xiao Feng's efficiency was high. The day after Su Yuzhuo listed what she needed, people delivered the materials and equipment, which moved Su Yuzhuo greatly.

Of course, the gesture would have been more touching without the invoice that came along with it.

Just then, Su Yuzhuo frowned suddenly, looking towards the doorway, and said coldly, "Since you're here, why hide in the shadows?"

A moment later, the hospital room door opened, but due to the lack of light, she could only roughly discern from the silhouette that the visitor was male.

The man stepped in and closed the door behind him, speaking in fluent Japanese, "Oto, how have you been?"

Su Yuzhuo's frown deepened, "Who are you?"

"What? Oto, have you forgotten your native tongue?" The man seemed a bit annoyed.

"What I speak is none of your concern. State your purpose." Su Yuzhuo's tone turned cold, ready to retaliate at the slightest provocation.

Though she lay in a hospital bed, appearing utterly powerless, to think so would be a grave mistake leading closely to one's demise.

The man clearly understood this, as his tone softened, "The Iwagami Clan's legacy needs both of us to carry on. Don't you want to see the family regain its former glory?"

"You are... Iwakami Shigehiro?" Su Yuzhuo realized.

As soon as she spoke, the lights in the room flicked on with a "snap."

At the door, a young man with short hair, his hand on the light switch, wore a bright smile: "I'm so happy, Oto, that you remember me, really happy!"

If Xiao Feng were present, he would have immediately recognized the young man as the driver whose throat he'd held a knife to that night.

Su Yuzhuo scrutinized Iwakami Shigehiro, as distant memories surged like a tide in her mind.

In truth, Iwakami Shigehiro did not originally bear the Iwakami surname; he only acquired it after being adopted by Su Yuzhuo's father and taken in as a disciple.

As for his original surname, Su Yuzhuo was unaware.

They got along well as children, childhood sweethearts, one might say. When Su Yuzhuo made mistakes, Iwakami Shigehiro often took the blame, facing their master's scoldings and beatings.

Over time, in the eyes of others, Iwakami Shigehiro became a ne'er-do-well troublemaker, while Su Yuzhuo was seen as obedient and sensible, their contrasting images strikingly clear.

In reality, nearly half of Iwakami Shigehiro's faults were actually made by Su Yuzhuo; he had simply claimed them as his own.

It's been almost ten years since they last met.

"Did you come this time to ask me for something?" Su Yuzhuo also began speaking in Japanese, harboring some affection for this childhood playmate.

Iwakami Shigehiro brightened up at once: "Oto, you were always smarter than me. You must have guessed."

Su Yuzhuo pondered for a moment and said solemnly, "To restore the Iwagami Clan's former glory?"

"Haha, indeed, Oto, you know me best. You know this is my life's pursuit, and this time, the opportunity has finally come!"

Iwakami Shigehiro's tone was enthusiastic, exuding an excessive eagerness, and his speech was so persuasive, like a motivational speaker in a multi-level marketing scheme.

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