The poor girl from the 1970s was forced to kiss by the damp educated youth.

Tao Tao's words broke the tense atmosphere in the ward, perhaps to change the subject or out of genuine curiosity.

"I really know that. She's Commander Song Zhaoyuan's mistress," Zhu Chen said with certainty.

Guo Jianhua and Lin Miao didn't know who Commander Song was. Xi Yue had heard about this man's deeds from his father and had met him a few times. Tao Tao had also heard about him from Xi Yue once or twice.

In short, he is an older, unmarried man from a good family, capable, with a high position and a promising future.

Xi Yue was puzzled. "Even if she's Commander Song's girlfriend, shouldn't we be using resources like this?"

Zhu Chen shook his head. "Who knows? We've been keeping watch for several days now, and no one has come to complain, so there must be no problem."

Tao Tao: "Who is that woman? What's her identity? Why is she making such a fuss?"

Tao Tao felt a little sour. They were both women, so why did that woman get this treatment?

In Xi Yue's eyes, she was nothing more than a disposable object.

"I don't know. The ward entrance is heavily guarded. No one is allowed to get close except for doctors and nurses. You can't find out anything even if you want to."

The day after Chen Zhi regained consciousness, she had Song Yuanzhi remove the people from the doorway.

Song Yuanzhi was still worried, and Chen Zhi said, "If they really come, it won't do you any good by guarding the door."

"Are those four people very strong?" In Song Yuanzhi's mind, Chen Zhi was already very powerful. If someone was even more powerful than Chen Zhi, wouldn't they be able to move mountains and fill seas?

"Very strong." He was the most powerful enemy she had ever encountered.

She might be confident in a one-on-one fight, but if all four of them attacked her at once, she would still lose.

Even Chen Zhi was wary of this enemy, so Song Yuanzhi was even more worried. "Have you contacted Xi Lang?"

Chen Zhi: "He's out of town, we can't get in touch with him."

Only Xi Lang took the initiative to contact her.

So what was Xi Lang doing at this time?

Xi Lang was at sea, facing a man and a blue dragon.

"It's been twenty years since we last met. Junior brother, do you still remember your senior brother?" The man looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He was handsome and dashing, and his long blue robe fluttered in the sea breeze, making him look like a celestial being descended from heaven.

Xi Lang stood on the waves, expressionless. "The traitor who was expelled from the sect is not my senior brother."

Feng Yi was someone Xi Lang met before he was three years old, and he had remembered him for twenty years. It wasn't that he had a particularly good memory, but rather that this person had almost killed him back then, and he remembered it vividly.

Feng Yi copied the scriptures of the Dao Yi Sect and fled abroad. Xi Lang had always thought that he had been abroad all these years, but he never expected that he was in Hong Kong. What surprised him even more was that Feng Yi had established a Dao Yi Sect in Hong Kong.

Ah!

Xi Lang sneered. His master had originally planned to hand over the Dao Yi Sect to him, so why did he have to go through all this trouble?

Thinking of how his master couldn't let go of Feng Yi even when he passed away, Xi Lang's killing intent surged up little by little. Feng Yi deserved to die because his master couldn't even rest in peace after death!

"Junior brother, where do you look like a cultivator?" Feng Yi clicked his tongue twice, looking Xi Lang up and down. "Our Dao Yi Sect takes it upon ourselves to capture demons and eliminate evil spirits, and you are the greatest evil spirit in the world! But our master is blind and incompetent, and he insisted on taking you in and personally teaching you. If that old fellow hadn't kept such a close watch on you, I would have finished you off long ago, preventing you from entering the cycle of reincarnation."

"It's a pity, my master discovered my attempts every time I tried. At the time, I couldn't help but wonder, 'Is it perhaps you weren't meant to die?'"

"But I don't believe it. I don't believe that the greatest evil spirit in the world would be favored by Heaven!"

"Junior brother, you survived twenty years ago, but now, no one will protect you."

"Show your true colors. Don't suppress your energy, or you won't be a match for your senior brother."

"..."

Xi Lang stared at the incessantly chattering man opposite him. His sharp eyes gradually turned black, eventually becoming an unyielding, dark ink, like the starry sky of a dark night, as if trying to suck him in. His body also transformed into a thick fog, leaving only a vague human shape.

Suddenly, a fierce wind arose at sea, accompanied by lightning and thunder. A tsunami surged forth, carrying devastating energy that swept across the land.

Chen Zhi didn't tell anyone about her injury. She only asked Song Yuanzhi to go and check on things at the courtyard house. She hadn't shown up for several days and didn't know how the workers were doing.

When Song Yuanzhi heard the address Chen Zhi gave him, his eyes widened in shock. "You and your husband bought that house!"

Is it really that surprising?

Chen Zhi was puzzled.

"I didn't realize you were so rich!" Xi Lang and Chen Zhi were from the countryside, so how did they have so much money? You know, even if the entire Song family pooled all their resources, they couldn't scrape together 200,000!

Chen Zhi: "I was lucky, I saved up some."

The big head was drawn by Xi Lang.

Making money seems quite easy for Xi Lang.

Making over 100,000 yuan in just one trip—that's sure to make people envious.

"How did you save up?" Song Yuanzhi asked shamelessly, as he also wanted to earn money to buy a big house.

Chen Zhi: "...It wasn't done by ordinary means."

Song Yuanzhi wiped his face and said, "To be honest, I'm two or three years older than you. I've worked for seven or eight years and saved every penny, but I've only managed to save a thousand yuan."

"That's quite a lot," Chen Zhi said sincerely.

Song Yuanzhi: "Part of it is the lucky money given by elders during the Chinese New Year."

Chen Zhi: "That's still impressive."

Song Yuanzhi gave a wry smile, "I'll take that as you trying to comfort me."

Not long after Song Yuanzhi left, Madam Song appeared at the hospital with her eldest daughter-in-law, second daughter-in-law, and two daughters.

They had already found out Chen Zhi's ward in advance, and after learning that the guards had been withdrawn, the women went straight to Chen Zhi's ward.

Chen Zhi was in a single room. The room was small and the conditions were similar to those of a regular ward. The only difference was that Chen Zhi was the only patient there, which made it quiet.

Instead of knocking on the door directly, Madam Song and the others crept furtively to the window, peering inside with wide eyes.

"Have you seen anyone?"

"The curtains are drawn, it's covered up."

"Pull the curtains over there."

"She had her back to us, so we couldn't see her face clearly."

"She must be sleeping. Let's sneak in and take a peek."

The women looked at each other, all somewhat tempted.

Just then, Zhu Chen and his group happened to pass by.

"Grandma Song, Aunt Song, what are you doing?" Zhu Chen pretended to be curious. He looked at the ward number and then secretly glanced in the direction of the ward, his eyes shining with gossip.

Xi Yue, Lin Miao, and Tao Tao behind Zhu Chen also peered inside with curiosity.

Who exactly is that woman?

Chen Zhi wasn't sleeping soundly; she was dreaming. In her dream, there was a thick, unyielding mass of ink, and within that ink was a figure. She couldn't make out the person's face, but she instinctively knew it was Xi Lang.

"Siron?"