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"You were unconscious," Lu Fan said definitively. "You were already unconscious when you were rescued. I performed CPR to revive you, but you weren't fully awake until the ambulance arrived."

Yu Tinglan nodded and continued, "What does an ambulance look like?"

"An ambulance?" Lu Lufan asked. "Aren't all ambulances the same? Is there anything special about this ambulance?"

"Besides us, is anyone else here?"

"Yes." Lu Fan answered quickly this time, "There was a young woman, probably your friend, who kept crying and shouting. A man who was passing by also helped make a phone call. As for what they looked like... I can't remember."

Yu Tinglan listened quietly, her fingers unconsciously stroking the warm cup.

"And your left forearm," she suddenly asked, "was it injured that night?"

Lu Fan paused for a moment, looked down at his left arm, and then rolled up his sleeve.

Near my wrist, there is a very shallow white scar that has faded to the point of being almost invisible.

"This?" He pointed to the scar. "This is from when I fell while climbing a tree at the orphanage when I was a child, not from that night. I think I got a cut on my hand that night, but it was very shallow. I didn't notice it until I got back, and it was already healed."

Yu Tinglan's gaze fell on the old scar, her eyes deepening.

She put down her teacup and leaned forward slightly.

"But Li Chen told me on the phone that he cut his left forearm with ice that night, it bled, he went to a small clinic for treatment, and now he still has a scar."

He said I was wearing a long, off-white down jacket with a frayed hood. He said my right boot had fallen into the river. He said the ambulance was white with orange-red stripes.

They said the nurse had short hair. They said I said the word "cold" when I woke up...

With each word she spoke, Lu Fan's brows furrowed more deeply.

"I can't remember most of these details," Lu Fan shook his head. "And some things are obviously wrong. You didn't say anything when you woke up; you were unconscious the whole time."

"I know." Yu Tinglan leaned back on the sofa, a complicated smile on her face. She pointed to Lu Fan's arm, "The location and shape are almost exactly the same as the scar Li Chen described when he left me."

Lu Fan's pupils contracted slightly.

"They even copied these details." Yu Tinglan's voice turned cold. "This scheme was truly meticulously planned."

She looked up and stared directly at Lu Fan: "How could someone in such a state of extreme panic, cold, and life-or-death situations possibly record every single detail like a camera? Unless, he had already prepared a script."

Lu Fan smiled slightly: "So, things that are too perfect are usually fake. Thank you for believing me."

"What are you thanking me for?" Yu Tinglan looked away and took another sip of tea. "I just don't like being made a fool of."

After a moment of silence, she spoke again: "Where's the jade pendant? Can you prove it's yours?"

Lu Fan didn't say anything, but reached out and pulled the black rope from his collar, took off the jade pendant, and placed it on the coffee table.

Yu Tinglan picked up the jade pendant; it felt warm and smooth to the touch.

She looked closely and suddenly exclaimed, "Huh?"

"Here..." She lightly touched the edge of the jade pendant with her fingertip, noticing an extremely fine crack that was almost imperceptible without close inspection. "It didn't seem to be here before?"

"It appeared last night," Lu Fan said.

"How could it crack? This jade is very tough."

"This jade pendant contains a trace of my essence blood, which was sealed in by my master when he consecrated it. It is connected to my destiny," Lu Fan said calmly. "Ordinary bumps and knocks won't cause any problems. But if someone uses extremely insidious evil magic against me, the jade pendant will crack."

Yu Tinglan's fingers trembled slightly as she looked up: "So this crack..."

"It seems the Zhou family has already started making their move." Lu Fan took the jade pendant and put it back around his neck. "They're using mystical arts to borrow my luck."

"Borrowing luck..." Yu Tinglan repeated these two words, her brows furrowing tightly. "Does this kind of evil magic really exist? What will happen if I borrow it?"

"If successful, the person whose luck is borrowed will at best suffer from bad luck and misfortune, and at worst suffer from illness and shortened lifespan. The person who borrows the luck, on the other hand, can temporarily reverse the decline and even extend their lifespan."

Lu Fan looked at her: "The Zhou family has been outwardly prosperous in recent years, but there must be problems inside. The fact that they are in such a hurry, resorting to such immoral methods, suggests that their fate is sealed and they are trying to prolong their lives by relying on external forces."

Yu Tinglan gasped: "So they're targeting you not only to avenge Wang Huajian, but also because they're eyeing your current fortune?"

"Yes." Lu Fan nodded. "I've recently turned the tide and my popularity has skyrocketed. I'm riding high right now. In their eyes, I'm perfect 'firewood'."

"Despicable!" Yu Tinglan couldn't help but curse, gripping the teacup in her hand tightly.

She calmed herself down and asked again, "So what do you plan to do now? Can this evil spell be broken?"

"It can be broken," Lu Fan said confidently. "Moreover, I will make them reap what they sow."

"How so?"

"Their 'Ambush from Ten Sides' formation has a fatal weakness." Lu Fan leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice, "For this formation to function, it is necessary to ensure that the 'firewood' is isolated and helpless, and its fortune is unclaimed, in order to be successfully extracted."

Once "Firewood" receives strong external support, the formation will backfire, and the first to suffer will be the formation's core, namely Wang Huajian.

Yu Tinglan's eyes lit up: "So you need..."

"I need someone they don't think will help me, but who can actually work with me from the inside and provide 'assistance' at crucial moments," Lu Fan said, looking at her.

Yu Tinglan looked into Lu Fan's eyes: "So, you're talking about Boss Han? You two are complete strangers; he probably wouldn't go against the Zhou family for your sake!"

"If there's profit to be made, why not?" Lu Fan said firmly.

Yu Tinglan gently put down her teacup: "I knew you'd have a way. What do you need me to do?"

Lu Fan's lips curled into a very faint smile.

"It's simple," he said. "Continue to 'not believe' me. If you want to take advantage of my luck, then be prepared to pay the price."

……

Late at night, at the Wang family villa.

Qingsong meditated and regulated his breathing in the quiet room of the basement. His face was still pale, but his breathing was much more stable.

Wang Zhentao and Zhou Li stood outside the door, looking inside through the specially made glass window.

"How is the gentleman recovering?" Zhou Li asked Yun Xuzi, who was guarding outside, in a low voice.

Yun Xuzi was a name given to him by Qingsong.

Yun Xuzi quickly bowed and said, "Replying to Chairman Zhou, although the senior suffered great losses, his foundation is profound. With another day of recuperation, he should be fine."

The formation is operating smoothly. Just now, I sensed that the fortune from Lu Fan's side has begun to slowly flow towards you, young master.

Wang Zhentao's brows relaxed: "Good! Hua Jian is clearly in much better spirits today. It seems this method is indeed effective."

Zhou Li still had some concerns: "Has Lu Fan made any unusual moves?"

"No," Yun Xuzi replied. "According to my informants, he met with Han Sihai today, but the two seemed to part on bad terms."

After that, she stayed at home. Yu Tinglan went to visit her once, but left quickly, looking rather grim. The internal power struggle at Su Qin's company was raging, and Ding Jianguo's side... remained completely silent.

……