Fu Yiming frowned slightly as he watched Wen Jing and Yunnan's familiar movements.

Li Huangchen glanced at the three of them, a sly glint in his eyes. "When did you meet Yunnan?"

"It's been about seven or eight years," Wenjing said, thoroughly enjoying the meat that Fu Yiming had cooked for her.

"Childhood sweethearts?" Li Huangchen was a little surprised.

"That works too," Yunnan said nonchalantly.

Qin Zhiluo tried her best to eat her rice and minimize her presence, but she felt there was a risk of being exposed.

Long Yanli's eyes were dark, his tone tinged with obvious jealousy, and he looked at Qin Zhiluo with an aggressive gaze, "Childhood sweethearts?"

"Not familiar with him?" Qin Zhiluo raised her head slightly and looked at him innocently.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Long Yanli's deep eyes as he murmured, and a slow smile curved his thin lips.

After the meal, everyone returned to the hotel.

Qin Zhiluo's eyes were tired, and she fell asleep as soon as she hit the bed.

Long Yanli covered her with the blanket, kissed her forehead, and quietly closed the door and left.

Li Huangchen leaned back on the sofa, his suit jacket casually unbuttoned, revealing his muscular chest. He held a cigar in his hand and flicked the ash with his long, slender fingers.

Across from him, Fu Yiming held his celadon teacup with elegant posture, gently blowing on it to cool it down before taking a sip of tea.

Long Yanli leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, crossed his arms, and picked up the whiskey on the table.

"I have to say, Luo Luo's connections are just too strong." Li Huangchen's eyes flickered between light and shadow as he exhaled a puff of smoke.

Long Yanli swirled the wine glass in his hand with great interest, his eyes brimming with love and pride.

"The one night on Golden Island that you asked me to investigate was the arms dealer Fu Deli." Fu Yiming's eyes were deep, a sly glint in them, and he said with a hint of disappointment, "How could Luo Luo be so blind as to fall for someone like you?"

"Tsk," Long Yanli's voice was low and tinged with displeasure, his brows furrowed slightly, "Speed ​​up the process, leave Zi Ye for last."

"Of course, if they dare to bully our Luo Luo, they're finished." Li Huangchen slightly raised his chin, a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.

next day

Pear Garden

When the butler saw the young master and his wife return, the wrinkles on his face instantly smoothed out, and a smile spread from the corners of his mouth to his entire face.

Long Yanli took the little girl's hand and led her to the hall, where he took off her coat and helped her put on slippers.

The butler watched all this with satisfaction; the young master had finally come to his senses after all these years!

Maid A Cui: This is too sweet!

"Baby, are you going to the family dinner tonight?" Long Yanli asked her cautiously, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Go ahead," Qin Zhiluo said, knowing the complicated situation of the Long family, which was comparable to a trap, and she couldn't let her brother go alone.

"Okay, remember not to leave my sight," Long Yanli reminded her worriedly. He wanted Bao Bao to appear as the young mistress, but he didn't want her to see those filthy people.

"Okay," Qin Zhiluo reached out and touched Long Yanli's face, her eyes firm and ardent.

"Eat something first," Long Yanli began feeding the baby with practiced ease. "Try not to eat dinner tonight."

Qin Zhilu smiled and said, "I enjoy competing with people in poisons. I'm really looking forward to tonight."

Yundu

Guandu led Junlin into the training ground and walked to the first team.

The team members stood tall with their heads held high, feet apart at a 60-degree angle, and hands hanging naturally at their sides, their fingertips precisely aligned with the trouser seams.

Guandu's eyes were sharp as he swept his gaze across the faces of each team member. Then he spoke, his voice loud and clear, carrying an undeniable authority: "I am Guandu, and I will be your instructor for the next month."

He turned slightly to the side and gestured to the person next to him, "This is Junlin, your deputy instructor."

Guan Du gave a wicked smile, crossed his arms, and said coldly, "Now, put away your wishful thinking and prepare for hellish training."

Jun Lin stood to the right rear of Guan Du, his eyes fixed on him. Tall and slender, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, he wore a loose-fitting training uniform with the collar casually open, exuding a sense of languor and unruliness. With his hands in his pockets, he was relaxed and carefree, each step radiating a unique charm that was impossible to look away from.