The next day, a ray of dawn gently lifted the veil of night.

Chuanliu walked alone into Qianchuan's magnificent and grand mansion.

Outside the mansion, the morning dew was slightly cool, but it did not diminish the vibrant life inside, which was filled with green plants and flowers.

The vegetation in Qian Chuan's mansion was even more abundant than last time, and the flowers were in full bloom, creating a magnificent picture within this small space. Even the air was filled with the faint fragrance of plants and the freshness of the earth, making people feel relaxed and happy.

It seems that Lao Feng is living very well here; these plants must be what he cultivates to enrich his mind.

But these flowers... she seemed to have seen them in Susan's garden before.

Stepping into the mansion, the six-story main building stands quietly. No lights are on inside; instead, the windows are open, letting in the bright sunlight streaming into the lobby. Sunlight filters through the crystal-clear glazed tiles, casting dappled shadows and draping the entire space in a golden veil.

Inside the lobby, the lighting is soft and bright, and the absence of luxurious and dazzling decorations adds a touch of leisurely elegance to life.

This is precisely what makes Chuanliu even more certain of Lao Feng's importance to Qian Chuan.

At this moment, a somewhat familiar waitress came out from the lobby with a respectful smile on her face, clearly recognizing Chuanliu.

"Miss Chuanliu, I apologize for not greeting you sooner. Are you here to see our boss? Please wait in the VIP area."

As she spoke, she led Chuanliu to a seat in the lobby, instructed another waiter to serve him, and then went upstairs herself.

Chuanliu nodded slightly, observing the waiter's every move.

She noticed that, on the surface, the mansion still maintained its usual splendor, but upon closer inspection, a subtle change could be observed since her last visit and seeing Old Feng move in.

Not only the vegetation has been reduced, but the number of people in the mansion has also decreased, while at the same time, security measures at the mansion have been significantly strengthened.

This aligns well with Chuanliu's preconceived notion of Lao Feng's generation: saving electricity, water, and money, and doing whatever they can; if they have to spend money, it must be spent wisely.

It's not surprising at all that someone like that could amass such a large fortune.

She closed her eyes to rest and waited quietly.

"Flowing river".

A familiar voice rang in my ears, gently stirring the tranquility.

Chuanliu slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was the familiar yet slightly changed figure of Qianchuan.

Qian Chuan, whom we haven't seen for a long time, was clearly living a very comfortable life, and that comfort and ease emanated from every little movement he made.

His short hair was casually tied back, forming a small bun, still as carefree and unrestrained as ever. The collar of his white shirt was slightly open, subtly revealing the man's muscular chest.

Compared to the last time we met, Qian Chuan seemed to be more muscular. Although his muscles weren't as defined as Wu Fangming's or Zhui Ming's, his strength and distinct outline were undeniable.

Upon seeing Chuanliu, Qianchuan's face immediately broke into a smile.

He put his hands in his pockets and gently raised his chin at the girl.

Chuanliu stood up and smiled back, "Long time no see. You've started exercising?"

Qian Chuan smiled and nodded, "Yes, if you're better at fighting, it'll be easier to handle things like this in the future... Let's go upstairs and talk."

He led Chuanliu up to the second floor and into a spacious conference room.

Once everything was settled, Qian Chuan finally spoke, "Last time you suddenly disappeared, and when I rushed to your house, Ajiao told me you had already left. You were carrying a kill order, and I thought you would come to me to go find 'Queen of Spades' with you, but you just left alone."

For some reason, Chuanliu seemed to detect a wronged tone in his voice.

It must be an illusion.

She raised an eyebrow. "You're the owner of the First Everything Shop. If you come with me and get hurt, I really can't afford to pay for it."

Qian Chuan looked at the girl with a hint of worry in his eyes, "So you're going alone! Do you know how dangerous that is?"

Chuanliu took a sip of water. "I'm still alive and well, don't worry."

Qian Chuan shook his head helplessly. "So, you went to the City of Hearts again just to kill Cao He, right?"

"Don't make things up without evidence, or I'll sue you for defamation."

Chuanliu gave an awkward smile, neither admitting nor denying it.

Qian Chuan knew Chuan Liu's smile all too well, and with that answer in mind, he didn't press the matter further.

His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table as he continued, "Cao He's death has had a significant impact on the City of Hearts. The City of Hearts has strengthened its security measures, as I think you have seen."

Chuanliu asked, "Any news about the new 'King of Hearts'?"

The former shook his head. "What I've found out is that there will be no replacement for now. The original red-light district business has been divided between Shi Wenle and Wei Pingchang."

Chuanliu chuckled, "Huang Chunling really doesn't want outsiders to enter her 'family business' at all."

Suddenly, the girl paused, then changed the subject, saying, "Brother Qian, I didn't come here today to catch up with you. I have something to ask you."

"you say."

Qian Chuan paused for a moment, rarely seeing Chuan Liu so serious.

Chuanliu shifted his seat, grabbed the man's wrist, and looked him straight in the eye. "You said we're allies, right?"

Qian Chuan nodded.

Chuanliu's voice was forceful, "I've helped you and your people get a lot sorted out, you can't deny that, can you?"

Qian Chuan frowned slightly, feeling doubtful but unable to find a reason to refute it. Yet, something felt off.

Chuan Liu's words were like fine needles, pressing closer and closer, "To be honest, I've cheated you, but I've never harmed you, have I?"

Qian Chuan leaned back tactically, trying to dodge the girl's machine-gun-like barrage of questions, but unexpectedly, Chuan Liu grabbed his wrist tightly and pulled him back.

“So,” Chuanliu pressed on, “I’d like to have a chat with Lao Feng. That shouldn’t be too difficult for you, right?”

Qian Chuan subconsciously wanted to nod, but immediately realized that Chuan Liu's target was actually Lao Feng.

He smiled calmly, "So you're here to see Lao Feng? Susan picked him up."

"You took him away?" Chuanliu asked in surprise. "Didn't you say you were going to take care of Old Feng in his old age?"

Qian Chuan confirmed the story, saying, "He thought my place was too tall and had too many stairs, so he went to Susan's place."

Chuanliu withdrew his hand, leaned back in his chair, and said thoughtfully, "I see..."

Qian Chuan nodded and added, "Old Feng's mental state has been somewhat unstable lately, so Susan has decided to let him rest and recuperate in peace."

“In that case,” Chuanliu raised his head, looking directly into the man’s eyes, and said calmly, “may I have the opportunity to tour your home?”

Qian Chuan smirked, "It's not like it's the first time I've come here, is it really necessary?"

Chuanliu chuckled twice and walked straight out of the conference room.