1998, Las Vegas auction house.

"Dad, is Mom really coming?"

Ling Xingwan, wearing a strapless evening gown, held Ling Yunjue's hand as they entered the banquet hall, looking around anxiously, trying to find her mother.

"They'll come. She's the one who sent us the invitation." Ling Yunjue was also looking around, searching for his wife.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Ling Yunjue and Ms. Ling Xingwan?" A woman in a well-fitting suit walked over and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, may I ask who you are?" Ling Yunjue shielded his daughter behind him and asked the woman with a serious expression.

"I am Cecilia, Ye Zhaoyu's assistant. She asked me to take you to her."

"How can you prove you're one of hers?" Ling Yunjue became wary.

After Ye Zhaoyu died, she never used that name again.

Her new name and identity are both Swiss; her current name is Laura.

There's something wrong with this person.

The woman saw the wariness in Ling Yunjue's eyes and knew she had been exposed.

It signaled for someone to come up and forcefully take them up.

"Let go, go back and tell him that next time it won't be a warning."

When Ye Zhaoyu arrived, she was relieved to see that the father and daughter were alright.

The woman glanced at Ye Zhaoyu, then led everyone away.

"Let's talk in my room," Ye Zhaoyu said, reaching out to take her daughter's hand.

"Yes, Auntie." Ling Xingwan happily rushed towards Ye Zhaoyu, suppressing the urge to call her "Mom."

The three arrived at the reserved room. After the men checked it and confirmed that there were no listening devices, they all left.

"Yun Jue, please have a seat. I'll take Xing Wan into my room for a chat."

Ye Zhaoyu knew that time was running out, so she could only keep it brief.

"Okay, you can go ahead." Ling Yunjue obediently sat on the sofa and waited.

Inside the room.

"Mom, I miss you so much." Ye Xingwan hugged Ye Zhaoyu tightly, snuggling against her.

"Mom misses you too, but let's talk about something first."

Ye Zhaoyu gently patted the person in her arms, gesturing for her to sit up.

Seeing her mother's serious expression, Ye Xingwan quickly sat up straight.

Ye Zhaoyu went to remove her makeup.

Ye Xingwan stared in shock at her mother's face, wondering... how could this be?

Inside the room, the two women looked very similar, both appearing to be 18 years old.

Those who don't know them might mistake them for twins.

"Mom, what happened?" Ling Xingwan quickly calmed down and asked Ye Zhaoyu what had happened.

Ye Zhaoyu didn't hide anything and told her everything.

After hearing everything, Ling Xingwan was completely stunned.

Forever 18, truly forever 18.

"Is there no way to crack it?"

"No, I've been researching this for years, but I haven't found a solution."

Ye Zhaoyu had been researching the blood problem but had not found any answers.

Ye Zhaoyu knew that Ling Xingwan needed time to process and accept this fact.

"Mom, do you think our blood might be from some kind of immortal bloodline, which is why it has such an effect?"

Ling Xingwan suddenly had a whimsical idea.

"It's not impossible, but Mom is telling you these things so that you won't trust anyone, even if you're married and meet someone you like, don't tell them."

Ye Zhaoyu gave her instructions.

Ling Xingwan is already 20 years old, and she will have children in the next 10 years.

She was worried that she didn't know, so she foolishly told everyone everything.

"Mom, no, I promise I won't tell anyone."

She knows how many people would want this kind of physique.