Gradually, Xu Zhouyang began to take Pan Yang to various banquets, but the two of them tacitly avoided revealing their identities.
However, it's obvious to anyone with eyes that although the two seem to be very different, they are actually a couple.
It's just a pity that some people never use their brains.
Having just finished using the restroom, Pan Yang looked at the woman standing next to Xu Zhouyang and asked, "Mr. Xu, may I introduce you?"
When Xu Zhouyang saw Pan Yang return, he took two steps to stand behind her and said, "I don't know her. She came over to greet me herself, so I couldn't shake her off."
Upon hearing this, the woman's eyes welled up with tears: "I just wanted to get to know Mr. Xu. You must be Young Master Xu."
She thought to herself, "Young Master Xu will inherit President Xu's wealth in the future, so it's better to give it to the younger one than to let him stay with the old man."
"I've long heard that Young Master Xu is a promising young man, and seeing him now, I can confirm that he is indeed extraordinary."
Pan Yang pulled Xu Zhouyang back a step: "We can't get to know this kind of person. Mental retardation is contagious."
Xu Zhouyang couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing this, but still nodded: "I understand."
The woman initially felt resentful at the mockery, but the more she watched, the more she realized something was wrong, and she suddenly changed her previous ingratiating attitude.
"The Xu family is indeed enlightened, they just like playing tricks." The woman rolled her eyes and said irritably, "I really thought the Xu family was so great, but I didn't expect them to be so disgusting."
Upon hearing this, the people around looked at Xu Zhouyang awkwardly without saying a word, and some even began to gloat.
Pan Yang looked at her quietly, his dark eyes as still as the Dead Sea: "What are you saying?"
The woman was intimidated by his aura and took two steps back, but she still forced herself to speak: "Am I wrong?"
Seeing this, Xu Zhouyang took Pan Yang's hand and patted it a few times to comfort him: "Leave it to me."
Immediately afterwards, Xu Zhouyang took out his phone and made a call. The woman was quickly taken away by several people.
Pan Yang took a deep breath, feeling inexplicably irritable. Xu Zhouyang noticed his mood and looked at him with some concern.
"Are you unhappy? Do you want to go home first?"
Pan Yang glanced around at the people, and finally nodded, saying, "Okay, go home early."
Once inside the car, Pan Yang took a few deep breaths and pulled out the white sword from his spatial storage. The dark red patterns on the sword began to appear alluring again.
001 asked curiously, "Host, what's wrong with this sword?"
"Guess."
001: "Tch."
As Pan Yang looked at the sword, his eyes darkened. This sword was actually connected to his consciousness, and it could quickly detect his emotional fluctuations.
However, he was a bit irritable lately. 001 posed no threat to him whatsoever, but he didn't care whether Zhou Yang would kill him or not, as to what Zhou Yang's true identity was.
What he cared more about was that he seemed to have forgotten some things, and those things were definitely related to Zhou Yang.
The sword sliced through Pan Yang's hand, a drop of blood fell onto the sword, and the color of the patterns faded again. Pan Yang threw the sword back into his spatial storage.
The car stopped quickly, and Pan Yang got out and opened the door.
A knife was held to his neck.
"Don't move." Pan Yang knew that voice all too well.
Pan Yang turned on the light again, and sure enough, Lin Xuan was standing next to him, holding a knife to his neck.
"How did you get in?" Pan Yang asked, puzzled. This place's security system was terrible.
"The window wasn't closed," Lin Xuan replied, clearly feeling that the question wouldn't hurt him.
Pan Yang: "?" Is it really that ordinary?
"Now I'm giving you two choices: come with me or I'll kill you." Lin Xuan finally realized what was happening and revealed his purpose.
“Let’s go then,” Pan Yang said without hesitation.
"What?" Lin Xuan was clearly surprised that Pan Yang agreed so easily; this was not normal.
001 was also greatly shocked: "If you're not the host, you won't even put up a fight?"
However, Lin Xuan clearly believed that Huan Yang wouldn't follow him so easily, and pressed the knife against his neck: "Put down all communication devices."
Pan Yang slowly took out his phone and threw it on the ground.
Then, in the next second, the dagger suddenly flew out and landed on the wall. Lin Xuan was a little surprised. Why did the dagger fly out on its own?
Pan Yang shrugged, then beat up Lin Xuan and called the police. When the police arrived, they almost couldn't tell who the victim was.
As expected, Lin Xuan is definitely going to the police station this time. When Xu Zhouyang got home, he was bewildered to see the police car at the door.
But seeing that Pan Yang was unharmed and arguing with the police, he breathed a sigh of relief.
After the police left, Xu Zhouyang saw Pan Yang's neck and immediately became anxious: "Your neck is bleeding."
Upon hearing this, Pan Yang touched his neck and hissed in pain, probably from the forceful slash Lin Xuan had made at the beginning.
Xu Zhouyang quickly rummaged through the first-aid kit.
"Don't be so nervous, the wound will be healed if you go any slower," Pan Yang teased.
Xu Zhouyang glanced at the first-aid kit, then at Fan Yang's neck, and finally took out iodine to wipe it.
"You're in your twenties now, you should be more mature." Xu Zhouyang then started nagging again.
“I’m always steady.” Pan Yang quickly got up in two steps: “I’m hungry, I’ll take a nap first.”
He didn't want to listen to Xu Zhouyang's nagging. Did all old people like to nag?
In the following years, Pan Yang successfully acquired Xu Zhouyang's family business, but he donated it away without hesitation, as he didn't like the hassle of managing the company.
Xu Zhouyang wasn't angry, and the two embarked on a global trip. Xu Zhouyang eventually passed away at the age of eighty.
The 001 notification sounded in Pan Yang's ear that the task was completed. He watched the sun completely set before returning to the system space.
Pan Yang stretched as he looked at the vast white system space, then, after a moment of blankness, teleported to the next dimension.
In the room filled with instruments, a huge glass dome stood in the middle of the room, and inside the glass dome was a living person, except that the person had their eyes closed and looked as if they were asleep.
The man wearing gold-rimmed glasses adjusted his glasses and looked at the data on the electronic screen.
001: "The bug with the master has been completely fixed. Zhou Yang will not be recovering his memories in the small world for the time being."
"Tsk, if you notice anything unusual, notify me immediately."
“Yes, Master,” 001 said, then hesitated for a moment, “Master, the system data shows that the host has completely fallen in love with Zhou Yang. Why can’t we take action directly?”
"Do you think we could beat Fan Yang if we met him in real life? We should eliminate Fan Yang secretly, not fight him head-on."
"But the boat is in our hands, isn't it?" 001 asked, somewhat puzzled.
"No, merely using Zhou Yang as leverage is a poor strategy. We only need to quietly and slowly break down Fan Yang's defenses in the small world."
As the man with the gold-rimmed glasses spoke, a slight smile appeared on his face, giving him a somewhat refined yet roguish air.
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