The room was pure white, like a winter wonderland. The pungent smell of disinfectant filled the air. A pot of white daisies sat on the windowsill, swaying gently in the breeze. Sunlight cast shadows on the floor, creating a serene and peaceful scene.

An IV drip stood beside the bed, connected to the arm of a thin man. Drops of liquid flowed into his body, sustaining his life but unable to awaken his dormant consciousness.

The door was gently pushed open, and a slender girl in a white shirt and jeans walked in. She steadily carried a basin of water and sat down on the edge of the bed, carefully and attentively wiping the man's face. Looking at the man on the bed, whose expression remained as calm as ever, Lü Jiaqi couldn't help but sigh.

"Brother, when will you wake up!" The low voice echoed throughout the room, but only she could hear it. Lü Jiaqi couldn't help but hug her arms tightly, yearning for that sliver of warmth.

In reality, he didn't know what was going on. He was captured, woke up here, and then what? He received a phone call instructing him to stay here and take care of his brother until he woke up, and not to participate in anything else.

Lü Jiaqi was naturally indifferent, though he didn't understand much about other matters, but he wasn't a fool. His brother had fainted, and he himself had disappeared; who would benefit most? It was obvious.

Thinking of her mother bearing immense pressure alone, and the possibility that she might fall victim to Lü Xuewei's cruelty, Lü Jiaqi couldn't sit still. However, she was completely controlled by this sanatorium and couldn't leave.

When people are lonely, they can't help but think the worst. Countless tragic scenarios had already played out in Lü Jiaqi's mind. He couldn't imagine what crazy things he would do if he received the devastating news about his mother after he left; he would probably want to destroy the whole world, because Wuyou was her whole world.

Fortunately, Lü Jiaqi was not a sentimental person, so she could only shake off these bad thoughts and wholeheartedly take care of Lü Xiangsong, constantly praying for her mother's safety and her brother's awakening.

"I wonder how things are going with my mother, and whether Lü Xuewei will do anything. If I had known she was this kind of person, I would have kicked her out even if it meant enduring everyone's resentment and dissatisfaction."

As her younger brother's voice continued to come, Lü Jiaqi felt lost and confused, filled with endless memories. She regretted not being willful and spoiled back then, which led to the current situation.

Unfortunately, it was too late to regret it.

As for Lü Xiangsong, whom Lü Jiaqi was keeping an eye on, he was sitting in the corner of the Li Group office, watching his enemy's triumphant victory.

Wuyou's weakness emboldened Lü Xuewei, who brazenly entered the Lü Group and became its temporary CEO. Although no one supported this young man, believing his position was illegitimate, the Lü family was controlled by Wuyou himself, with only a small portion of the shares distributed to others. This made it difficult for anyone to gain control of the group, which was also a testament to the Lü family's domineering nature.

The Lü family has three children. One is missing, another is in a coma, and only Lü Xuewei can barely manage the situation. With excellent support, despite the hardships, Lü Xuewei has finally officially joined the law firm and begun to take charge.

The office was filled with the occasional shouts and angry curses of a woman, a cacophony like a bustling marketplace, making one's eardrums ache. Lu Xiangsong sat blankly in the corner, taking it all in, a look of dejection and helplessness on his face. Lu Xuewei's actions were clearly a money-grabbing scheme. Either she was pocketing the money, investing it in seemingly good but ultimately worthless ventures, or supporting the Ji family's businesses.

Following his approach, even the largest fortune will be squandered. Without a deep understanding of the company and without expert guidance, it's simply impossible to properly lead the group in reform and innovation.

Lu Xuewei's actions, seemingly ambitious, were actually misguided. That wouldn't have been so bad, but the crucial point was that Lu Xuewei consistently used the Lu family's resources and connections to help the Ji family—a classic case of forgetting one's own family for the sake of one's husband's. In just one month, she had propelled the Ji family to new heights, drastically reversing their previous decline.

Although he felt he had no chance left, Lü Xiangsong still had to find something for himself, just in case he really woke up one day. So, he kept all of Lü Xuewei's actions in his heart and made a plan in his mind on how to make amends.

Lu Xuewei was immersed in the pleasure that power brought, and those around her also rose to prominence. Zhou Anguo had always been seen as a spineless coward who lived off his wife, and later he was even seen as a cheating scumbag. After being appointed general manager by his daughter, he walked with his chin held high.

Lu Xiangsong felt she was immune to the absurdity and confusion of this group of people; the only things that could stir her emotions were news about her mother and sister.

The forty-ninth day after becoming a ghost was still a numb day. While listening to Lü Xuewei's haphazard instructions, Lü Xiangsong silently counted the days in his mind.

Suddenly, Lü Xiangsong seemed to hear the sound of something breaking. Before she could think about it, her body reacted instinctively, giving her a strong shiver, like drinking a bottle of ice on a hot summer day—incredibly refreshing.

The events before his eyes gradually reversed, as if he had been drawn into an invisible vortex. The world gradually blurred, and Lü Xiangsong lost consciousness.

"Hmm..." Where am I? How did I end up in a different place again? Lu Xiangsong unconsciously let out a soft moan, which, like a fire in the darkness of the empty room, instantly attracted the attention of the four people.

“Brother…” Lu Jiaqi heard the voice keenly and hurriedly wiped away her tears. She looked at the man on the bed who slowly opened his eyes with surprise and joy. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, and she threw herself into his arms like a swallow returning to its nest.

A sudden weight pressed down on her, and Lü Xiangsong finally felt a bit more real. Sunlight streamed through her fingers onto her face, the warmth causing her to squint. The hand before her was transparent and refined, as if she could see the blood flowing within it.

This feeling is just too real.

"Brother, are you alright?" Seeing that Lü Xiangsong didn't react, Lü Jiaqi reached out and touched her cheek, her tone worried.

Had they gone mad? In any case, they had all woken up, which was the best-case scenario. Thinking this, Lü Jiaqi stopped asking for anything more.

"I...I'm fine..." The hoarse voice was as grating and unpleasant as fingernails scraping against glass, tinged with a hint of awkwardness from not speaking for so long. The two siblings couldn't help but shed tears, yet they smiled.