Arranged marriage, love blossoms; a fiercely devoted soldier dotes on her alone.

at this time,

Family visiting room at Qincheng Prison.

Liu Chuanren suddenly raised his head, his deep eyes shooting out a terrifying light. He stared intently at Liu Qiang, his eyes filled with shock and incomprehension.

Liu Qiang simply nodded slightly, his lips moving silently, as if to say, "Read the letter."

Liu Chuanren suppressed the turmoil in his heart and turned his gaze back to the letter.

The letter wasn't long, but every word struck his heart like a heavy hammer.

"Chuanren, seeing this letter is like seeing you in person. By the time you read this letter, I may no longer be alive. But you must remember that death is sometimes not the end, but another beginning. Because in this game, we lost the first game, but the game is far from over. The moment I fell was not a dead end, but a sacrifice to save the king. I used my death to bring a glimmer of hope to the Liu family, and to pave a way for you to turn the tide."

"Over the years, I have cultivated a group of people who are hidden in various corners, and some of them are even people that you and I would never expect."

"They don't owe the Liu family anything, they only owe me, so after I die, this network of favors will be inherited by you."

"This network is the true trump card of the Liu family."

"I've left you a safe; the combination is your birthday. Liu Qiang will tell you where it is. Inside, you'll find everything you need: a list, a plan, and enough capital to make a comeback. But remember, from now on, put away all your playboy habits. You must learn to be patient, to pretend, and to wait. You must be like a wolf lurking in the darkness, waiting for the most lethal blow."

At the end of the letter, there was only one sentence, written with a sharp, knife-like stroke that seemed to pierce the paper.

"Chuanren, you must remember, the real game of chess is beyond the chessboard."

Liu Chuanren's hand holding the letter trembled uncontrollably.

He felt like he was in a bizarre dream.

Grandpa isn't dead?

Or was his death a hoax?

A groundbreaking plan?

How is that possible!

In the face of absolute power, any individual's struggle seems so pale and powerless.

He had witnessed that devastating power firsthand.

It still haunts him to this day.

However, Grandpa's handwriting was so real, and the tone of the letter was so familiar.

A cold yet burning flame suddenly erupted from the depths of his frozen heart, instantly igniting his long-extinguished ambition and hope.

He looked at Liu Qiang again, his eyes now completely changed.

That was no longer the gaze of a desperate prisoner, but one filled with questions, scrutiny, and a suppressed excitement.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the meeting. Liu Qiang stood up, glanced at him one last time through the glass, and said slowly, "Chuanren, as the master often says, 'Put yourself in a desperate situation, and you will survive.'"

"You are now in a death trap."

"As for how to raise children?"

"I already told you in the letter."

After saying that, Liu Qiang turned and left, leaving Liu Chuanren alone, clutching the letter tightly as if he were holding a secret that could overturn the entire world.

At this moment, the grayness of the prison seemed to be torn open, revealing a strange and dazzling light.

He knew that from this day forward, he was no longer Liu Chuanren, the prisoner waiting to rot; he was Liu Shiyuan's successor, an avenger holding the script of revenge.

Back in the cell

For the first time, Liu Chuanren felt the length of time.

Every minute and every second felt like an infinitely stretched rubber band, tightly binding his newly recovered nerves.

He read the letter more than twenty times, and every word was etched into his mind like a brand.

Grandpa's plan was crazy and audacious, yet it carried a chillingly meticulous logic.

Sacrifice the pawn to save the king!

"Hidden power!"

A web of personal connections!

The road to a comeback...

These words swirled in Liu Chuanren's mind, weaving together a grand yet vague picture.

He desperately wanted to know the whereabouts of the safe and to see the list that would determine the future of the capital.

Liu Chuanren forced himself to calm down. His grandfather repeatedly emphasized "patience" and "pretending" in the letter.

He is now imprisoned, and his every move is under surveillance. Any slight abnormality could lead to his demise.

He must be more careful than ever before.

He carefully folded the letter and hid it in a crack under the bed that only he knew about.

Then, he resumed his usual silence and continued to play the role of a heartbroken prisoner.

But only he knew that a wildfire had been ignited in his heart.

Three days later,

During a break in a labor reform program.

An inconspicuous opportunity has arisen.

The guard in charge of their workshop was a prison guard named Ren Jiaguang, who was in his fifties and always looked sleepy and indifferent to everything.

Of all the prison guards, he was the most inconspicuous and the easiest to overlook.

But Liu Chuanren clearly remembered that before leaving, Liu Qiang had inadvertently glanced in Ren Jiaguang's direction.

Liu Chuanren's heart skipped a beat.

He remembered his grandfather's letter, could it be...?

He approached Ren Jiaguang discreetly and, taking advantage of the moment when no one was looking, whispered, "Instructor Ren, the weather has been dry lately, and I've been coughing a bit and my throat feels tight."

Ren Jiaguang didn't even lift his eyelids, and vaguely replied, "If you want to see a doctor, then submit a report."

Liu Chuanren lowered his voice, speaking in a volume only the two of them could hear, and continued, "It's nothing serious. It just reminds me of when I was back in my hometown, my grandfather always liked to brew a tea called 'Pre-Rain Mao Feng.' He said it was good for the throat, had a good taste, a sweet aftertaste, and could be brewed many times."

"Pre-rain Mao Feng".

This is a secret code between them.

Back then, he was extravagant and his father couldn't control him. As the head of the family and his grandfather, Liu Shiyuan cut off all his cards as a warning, leaving him with only one card.

He told him, "You can only use this card to make purchases. I need to know all your spending immediately. Otherwise, don't take the card and find your own way to make a living."

Upon hearing this, Ren Jiaguang slowly raised his head, a sharp glint appearing in his cloudy eyes for the first time. He stared at Liu Chuanren for a full ten seconds before resuming his lazy demeanor.

He said casually, "Would you like some tea?"

"There's none here, so get back to work."

After saying that, Ren Jiaguang turned and walked away.

Liu Chuanren's heart pounded like a drum.

He knew he had made the right bet!

Although Ren Jiaguang's reaction was subtle, the instantaneous vigilance and scrutiny he displayed were definitely not the kind of behavior one would expect from an ordinary prison guard.

Liu Chuanren is certain that he was the one his grandfather planted!