The parking lot of the Tokyo Metropolitan Area Research Institute.

Yukiko drove her red sports car like a red lightning bolt, speeding toward the parking space.

Just as she was about to reach the parking space, she jerked the steering wheel and slammed on the brakes. The car, accompanied by a sharp tire screeching sound, gracefully spun out and came to a stop in the parking space.

The three children were stunned by the cool way the car was parked, and then they clapped excitedly.

Ayumi's eyes lit up: "Yukiko-neechan drives so cool!"

That's why she's called the hostage, Wang Bumei.

The three little ones, who had been terrified by Yukiko's wild driving earlier, quickly got used to the ride and their fear vanished like a gust of wind, leaving them only with excitement.

In terms of sheer mental fortitude, even Conan might not be as big as them.

After all, in many cases, Conan himself was terrified, but the three little ones acted as if nothing had happened, running around the map in dangerous environments.

"That's called drifting."

Yukiko triumphantly tossed her long hair.

She loved those adoring gazes, regardless of age or gender.

Back when she was an international film queen, she was loved by people of all ages, with fans all over the world. Wherever she went, people cheered and fawned over her.

Conan, still trembling as he leaned against the car door, stared at his mother with dead fish eyes behind his glasses: "When you were taking your driving test... was the examiner still alive?"

What are you saying~

Yukiko playfully pushed her sunglasses up to her head, revealing her bright and captivating eyes. A dangerous yet alluring curve appeared on her red lips. "Back in my driving school days, my driving instructor practically begged me to graduate, because... if I kept teaching her, she'd have a heart attack!"

She spoke half-jokingly and half-seriously, a smug smile on her face, as if she were recounting something incredibly glorious.

Ai quietly straightened her wind-blown shirt collar, then glanced coldly at Yukiko and said indifferently, "I suggest you put a warning sign in the car."

What should be written? "Beware of vicious dogs"?

Yuzuru Hanyu replied with a smile, only to be suddenly stepped on by Ai.

"Non-combat personnel, please fasten your seatbelts."

Ai said sarcastically, her face expressionless.

Upon hearing this, Yukiko burst into laughter.

After laughing enough, she deliberately drawled out, "Alright, kids, as compensation... besides the preview, you can also visit the Masked Swordsman's costume warehouse!"

Upon hearing this, the three little ones' eyes instantly lit up like light bulbs.

"Really?"

"Can you see the transformation device?"

"I want to take a picture with the life-size cardboard cutout!"

Conan's lips twitched as he watched his teammates betray him in an instant: "Have these guys lost their sense of crisis...?"

"Alright, let's go in."

"Please be polite when you go in!"

"good!"

.........

Inside the Tokyo Metropolitan Area.

As Yuuko Nanami and Yukiko led several children through the door, a round-faced middle-aged man pushing a stroller by the stairs in front of them happened to turn around and look over.

Upon seeing Yukiko, he excitedly greeted her immediately:

"Oh, Ms. Yukiko, it's been a long time! You're still the same, you're so beautiful!"

"Yes, of course!"

Yukiko walked up with a smile, accepting the compliment without hesitation, and then reciprocated with a friendly compliment: "Mr. Karata is still the same as ever, he hasn't changed at all. Oh, by the way..."

As she spoke, she turned to the group of people behind her, including Yuzuru Hanyu, and introduced them: "This is Mr. Karata, who invited us to come and see Kamen Rider."

"Hello, Uncle!"

"Hello, Mr. Tang Tian."

Hello, hello.

The group greeted each other politely.

Yukiko continued with a smile, "Mr. Karata's job is as a colorist who corrects colors. He usually helped me adjust the movies I acted in to their best condition. Every shot became more perfect after his careful adjustment."

"I also asked him to help adjust the advertisement I filmed this time. I believe that under Mr. Tang Tian's professional operation, it will definitely present an amazing effect."

"Haha, Yukiko, you're too kind."

Tang Tianjing touched his head somewhat embarrassedly, smiled kindly, and the wrinkles on his face smoothed out: "Since you got married and returned to your family, retiring from the film and television industry, we haven't worked together for a long time. I'm very happy to be able to help you with your comeback."

"To be honest, I was so disappointed when I heard the news of your departure. I am genuinely happy that you can make a comeback, and it is my honor to be able to help."

He was actually a die-hard fan of Yukiko back then.

Or to be more precise, almost every young person in Japan during that era was a fan of Yukiko, the household name and superstar.

Yukiko's influence at the time was like a dazzling star illuminating the entire film and television landscape.

Although Kōzen Karata understands Yukiko's decision to choose family, he is still filled with regret deep down.

Given her momentum in her acting career at the time, she was very likely to reach the pinnacle and create even more brilliance. As a fan, he could also share in the glory and witness his idol reach a higher stage.

Recalling the past, Tang Tianjingshan's gaze shifted from Yukiko to the handsome young man behind her, a warm smile on his face: "This must be your son, Yukiko. I didn't expect you to grow up so much after all these years."

"Huh?" Yukiko was taken aback.

She wasn't the only one stunned; everyone else was too.

"Pfft—" Ai couldn't help but burst out laughing. The haughty little girl covered her mouth and turned her face away, her shoulders trembling suspiciously.

The three children blinked blankly, their gazes shifting between Yukiko and Hanyu Nanasu. Genta muttered softly, "But isn't Shinichi-nii not here...?"

His little head was filled with big question marks.

Conan's lips twitched uncontrollably.

He really wanted to say: Your Shinichi brother isn't gone, he's just shrunk.

But you definitely can't say this to those little kids.

Just as Conan was waiting for his mother to explain the awkward misunderstanding, Yukiko suddenly rolled her eyes, as if she had thought of some mischievous idea.

She strode forward, affectionately took Yuzuru Nan's arm, and smiled brightly. "Oh my! Mr. Tang Tian has such a good eye! Our Nan looks a lot like me, doesn't she?"

She deliberately rubbed her cheek lightly against Yuzuru Nan's shoulder, looking like a mother showing off her child, "Especially that high, straight nose, it's exactly like mine~"