One o'clock in the morning.

"Damn it! Why hasn't Wenzhou come out yet?" Gu Bai squatted on the steps at the hospital entrance, looking worried. "It's been over an hour. I have to go in and check on him."

As he spoke, he stood up and tried to rush inside, but Xu Zezhan stopped him: "There are soldiers guarding the entrance, do you think you can get in?"

Gu Bai said anxiously, "Then what do you suggest we do? If that brat surnamed Zhang doesn't have a foul mouth, can Wenzhou beat him up? Does Zhang Song really intend to make Wenzhou pay for his son's egg?"

"I'll call my second uncle," Liang Muchuan said, frowning. He hadn't stopped Fu Wenzhou today because he wanted him to vent his emotions, but who would have thought he would end up crippling him?

Xu Zezhan: "Damn it, isn't it just because Wenzhou's grandfather died early and his parents died young so he has no one to carry on his legacy? This Zhang Song has been out of office for so many years and he's still acting all high and mighty."

While on the phone, Liang Muchuan said, "Zhang Song doesn't have the guts to really do anything to Wenzhou, don't worry."

Just as Gu Bai was about to speak, he suddenly saw a person limping out of the door, covered in blood, with several holes in his shirt and pants, the exposed wounds particularly gruesome.

"Wenzhou!" Gu Bai immediately ran forward to help him up. Seeing the injuries all over his body, he was almost speechless with anger: "He only crippled one of his son's testicles? Is it necessary to beat you up like this?!"

Xu Zezhan cursed, "You fucking don't know how to fight back?! Just let others hit you? What happened to your skills from fighting in underground boxing matches in the US?"

Liang Muchuan stepped forward and glanced at his injuries: "Go back to the hospital."

Fu Wenzhou's black hair was stained with blood. He wiped it away casually, which aggravated the wound on his arm. He hissed and said, "I won't go. I won't die."

Seeing that he still had a stubborn and indifferent attitude, Gu Bai was furious: "Just keep being stubborn, even if you die, none of us will collect your body!"

Zhang Song's men hit him in perfect positions, targeting the most painful and reckless spots. Fu Wenzhou didn't utter a sound the entire time, until the wall clock struck the hour, at which point the man stopped and left. Only then did Fu Wenzhou forcefully walk out.

He stretched his limbs, blood seeping from his wounds with each movement: "Alright, you can all go back now, I have something to do."

"What do you need so late? Aren't you going home to recover from all your injuries?" Gu Bai said irritably.

Fu Wenzhou pulled out his car keys from his pocket and said lazily, "This little injury is nothing compared to what I had in the US."

Xu Zezhan tried to grab him, but after his hand hovered in the air for a long time, he realized that he was covered in injuries and had nowhere to grab him. He could only watch as Fu Wenzhou started the car.

The three of them inhaled a mouthful of car exhaust fumes.

Liang Muchuan: "He's probably going to see Song Qingyou again."

Gu Bai: "You're injured like this and you still want to go see her? Is this some kind of self-inflicted injury ploy?"

Xu Zezhan: "To me, they all look like superficial wounds. Zhang Song probably didn't kill them; they just look creepy."

As night deepened, the streetlights cast a dim glow on the quiet path, and an occasional breeze brought a touch of coolness.

Fu Wenzhou parked his car on the side of the road and slowly moved forward with a limp.

The corridor was equipped with motion-activated lights. Fu Wenzhou walked very lightly, and although it was completely dark, he had good eyesight and had been here many times, always in the middle of the night, so he easily found Song Qingyou's door.

He casually draped his suit jacket over his shoulders, and his white shirt, stained red with blood, was no longer the same.

Fu Wenzhou slowly sat down against the door. The bruises on his waist suddenly tugged, and he groaned. His exposed chest was covered with baton wounds, and the firm muscles below screamed in the dead of night. Even in his disheveled state, he could not hide the roguishness in his bones.

Fu Wenzhou took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, slowly took one out, and tried to light it with a lighter after two attempts with trembling hands.

A drop of blood ran down his narrow eyebrows, swirled around his collarbone, and slid down unwillingly.

He leaned against the door frame, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, exuding an air of nonchalant carefree abandon.

He didn't know how long he sat there until the sky began to lighten and the ground was littered with cigarette butts. Only then did Fu Wenzhou prop himself up, pick up the cigarette butts, and throw them into the trash can at the end of the corridor.

As he turned around, he noticed a small bloodstain on the door frame. Fu Wenzhou frowned immediately and searched his clothes for a while before finding a clean patch of clothing. He then vigorously wiped the stained area clean.

Fu Wenzhou drove to Xu Ji's to buy breakfast and then turned back. When he got out of the car, he ran into Song Chang.

When Song Chang saw his injuries, she was startled: "Young Master Fu, who did you get into a fight with this time?"

"No, I was bitten by a dog," Fu Wenzhou said casually.

Song Chang was surprised and suspicious, but he wouldn't ask too many questions he shouldn't. He simply said, "Why didn't you drive the car in?"

Song Qingyou's apartment is in the last building. If you park your car at the intersection, it will take at least ten minutes to walk there.

“She’s a light sleeper, and I’m afraid of disturbing her if I drive past her building.” Fu Wenzhou’s voice was deep and calm as he handed over the food box he was carrying: “This is Xu’s food that Youyou likes. Please take it over for me. Just say you bought it, and don’t tell her I was here.”

“Uh…” Song Chang was speechless for a moment. This young master Fu was so badly injured, yet he still cared about his young lady’s breakfast.

Doing good deeds anonymously is truly a modern-day Lei Feng.

As Song Chang watched the silver Maybach drive away, his impression of Fu Wenzhou rose even higher.

Song Qingyou rested on a deck chair on the balcony, the morning sun always felt especially warm.

Song Chang pushed the door open and came in: "Miss, breakfast is ready."

Song Qingyou slowly stood up. She was wearing ordinary home clothes today, but even so, it couldn't hide her stunning beauty.

Song Chang took out the contents of the food box one by one and set out the bowls and chopsticks.

"Xu Ji's morning tea?" Song Qingyou sat down, her eyes filled with laughter. "How did you know I was craving this?"

Song Chang said with a smile, "Miss, eat it while it's hot."

"Uncle Chang, please sit down and join me." When Song Qingyou eats her favorite food, she feels happy, and her usually cool tone will rise slightly.

Song Changdao said, "I've already eaten."

After finishing breakfast, Song Qingyou received a call from Yan Shaoqin.

She sat in a recliner, flipping through a book, her voice calm: "Has the approval for the Hesheng Building been granted?"

Yan Shaoqin said, "It won't be that fast. I estimate it will take another three or four days."

Song Qingyou slightly lifted her eyelids and asked, puzzled, "Then why did you call me?"

"..." Yan Shaoqin's eyelids twitched, and then he laughed maliciously: "I heard that last night, someone in the Nightclub was so angry for a woman that he beat the youngest son of the Zhang family into the hospital, and Old Master Zhang was furious about it."

Song Qingyou rubbed her temples impatiently: "Did you call just to gossip like this?"

Yan Shaoqin said, "It was Fu Wenzhou who hit him."