What? You're a notorious bandit? What a coincidence, me too!

Master Shan's cloudy pupils suddenly contracted, and his originally cold and wary gaze instantly vanished, replaced by astonishment and bewilderment.

His fingers unconsciously traced the wine glass, and it took him a while to come to his senses, his voice becoming somewhat hoarse:

"You are...a friend of Chang'an?"

Lin Chang'an breathed a sigh of relief, but his face remained expressionless. He nodded, softened his tone, and continued his fabrication, "He saved my life."

"I'm not exactly a good person. I used to be a scoundrel. I don't understand any grand principles, but I just stick to one principle—to repay kindness."

Liu Chang'an saved my life; I will remember that kindness for the rest of my life.

Lin Chang'an paused, trying not to go into too much detail about the lie, and his gaze fell on Master Shan Liu's pale face.

The old man is estimated to live for another two or three months, which is neither a long nor a short time.

If I hadn't taken on the task of caring for the elderly and seeing them off in their final days, I really wouldn't have wanted to tell this lie.

If it were an ordinary old man, without children, and he said, "Come with me, and I'll take care of you in your old age and see you off in your final days," he would probably happily follow me.

Who is Sixth Master Keshan? He's been in the underworld for so many years. How could anyone believe him without a good reason?

Lin Chang'an continued, "He's gone, and I have no way to repay this kindness. It just so happens that I happened to be here today, Sixth Master. I guess it's fate. I can't just ignore it."

Master Shan remained stunned for a moment, then let out a sigh of relief, as if all his vigilance had completely vanished at that moment.

He swallowed the wine in one gulp and coughed several times.

"My son brought this on himself!" he murmured, shaking his head.

Lin Chang'an sighed as well, seemingly also feeling a pang of regret. The old man seemed to have believed what he said.

After all, Sixth Master had been in prison for twenty years, and it was impossible for him to know the friends his son Liu Chang'an had made outside.

Lin Chang'an was certain of this, which is why he exploited the bug.

The two toasted each other, and after the meal, they found themselves chatting happily, as if they were old friends despite their age difference.

Lin Chang'an pondered for a moment and said, "Sixth Master, what are your plans next? If you don't have any plans, why don't you come with me?"

Master Shan asked in astonishment, "Go with you?"

"Um."

Lin Chang'an nodded and said, "Come with me. I have no parents and no taboos. You can stay at my place, and I will take care of you in your old age and see you off when you die."

Lin Chang'an's words were half true and half false. Half of it was for the sake of the mission, and the other half was because he felt sorry for the old man.

He had a sudden change of heart in prison and was finally released with a reduced sentence, only to have his son die from a drug overdose. He was all alone now, which was truly tragic.

Master Shan Liu fell silent, even though it was the first time he had met this complete stranger.

But he could vaguely see his own younger self in the other person.

A sense of closeness naturally arose within me.

Perhaps it's because both the other person and his son are named Chang'an.

His cloudy eyes were churning with complex emotions, and he remained silent for a long time.

Seeing that the other party remained silent, Lin Chang'an pressed on, "Besides, I received 20,000 yuan from you, Sixth Master, this money..."

"You saved me, so you deserve that money."

Master Shan interrupted him, suddenly looking at his arm and exclaiming, "Didn't you get it bandaged at the hospital?"

"Hey, I'm fine." Lin Chang'an swallowed a mouthful of wine.

Master Shan shook his head, looking like someone who had been through it all: "When I was young, I fought with knives and fought for territory. Getting cuts and slashes was commonplace for me, nothing to worry about."

But as you get older, all those injuries from your youth become chronic illnesses…

Lin Chang'an put down his wine glass. Judging from the old man's words, his grudge should have been eliminated.

"Alright, I'll do as Sixth Master says."

"Don't call me Sixth Master anymore. I'm no longer Sixth Master. Since you and Chang'an are related and you share the same name, if you're willing, just call me Uncle Shan."

Master Shan waved his hand: "I appreciate your kindness, but I won't be able to recover from this illness for long, so I won't cause you any trouble."

When Lin Chang'an heard what the other party said, he knew that Master Shan was a man of principle and did not want to trouble others.

"It's not much of a hassle."

Lin Chang'an said, "To be frank, Uncle Shan, if you die, someone has to send you off. Liu Chang'an is gone, but I owe him my life, so I have to take care of this for him."

Master Shan stared at Lin Chang'an for a long time. Although he had only known him for half a day, the boy really suited his temperament.

Moreover, although his words were rough, the reasoning behind them was sound.

My own funeral arrangements definitely need to be taken care of.

He nodded, only saying that he would contact Lin Chang'an when he felt his time was near, and that everything should be kept simple at that time.

Lin Chang'an agreed. This kind of thing couldn't be forced. Besides, the mission was to ensure the other party had a good end, not to insist on going with him.

After leaving the restaurant, the two exchanged phone numbers, and then Master Shan drove off in his van.

Lin Chang'an watched the old man leave, then went to a nearby clothing store to buy a clean set of clothes to change into before returning home.

As soon as he entered, he saw Fang Qingzhu and Lin Shengnan hanging up their wedding photos.

"Lin...Chang...An, you're really unreliable. Why did it take you so long to come back?" Fang Qingzhu snorted when she saw Lin Chang'an.

Lin Chang'an lifted her down from the ladder and scolded, "What kind of wife hangs up her wedding photo? You're pregnant, how dare you climb up there?"

"Who told you not to be home?" Fang Qingzhu pouted.

Lin Chang'an patted the other person's bouncy buttocks, and Lin Shengnan coughed beside him.

"Oh, Nan Nan is here too." Lin Chang'an greeted her as if he had just noticed her.

Lin Shengnan rolled her eyes at him and ignored her.

"Sister-in-law, do you think it looks good now?" she asked Fang Qingzhu, standing on the ladder and holding the wedding photo.

"Alright, you should come down now."

Fang Qingzhu broke free from Lin Chang'an's clutches. "Let your brother hang up the rest."

Lin Shengnan glanced at Lin Chang'an and then climbed down the ladder.

"By the way, what did you do today?"

Fang Qingzhu asked Lin Chang'an, "Nannan told me you're no longer working at the Second Machinery Factory?"

"Yes, I quit. It doesn't make much money, and it's too much work," Lin Chang'an said.

"Then why won't you let me go to work at the store?" Fang Qingzhu said unhappily.

Lin Chang'an gently rubbed the woman's face: "Your responsibility now is to stay home and rest, wait to get married, and wait to have a baby."

"Hey, what did you say?"

Fang Qingzhu felt a little embarrassed when she heard the words "giving birth," saying, "Nannan is still here."

"What's wrong with being here? Girls will have babies sooner or later anyway."

Lin Chang'an looked at Lin Shengnan as he spoke: "You agree, right, Nannan?"

"rogue!"

Lin Shengnan coldly uttered two words, "Sister-in-law, I'll head back now."

After saying that, Lin Shengnan turned and left.

"Hey, this girl."

Lin Chang'an watched the girl's departing figure. Hadn't he already given the money to his third uncle yesterday? Could it be that his third uncle hadn't told this girl yet?

"What are you saying?"

Fang Qingzhu pinched Lin Chang'an's waist, "Nannan is still a child."

"What child? She's 20, she's of legal marriage age." Lin Chang'an then pulled Fang Qingzhu into his arms.

Fang Qingzhu punched him in the chest. "Hurry up and hang up the photos."

Lin Chang'an patted the other person's chest, then turned around with a smile.

"You're not working at the machine factory anymore, so what will you do now?" Fang Qingzhu asked, holding onto the ladder.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Chang'an shook his clothes, and two stacks of money fell out of them.

Fang Qingzhu caught it instinctively, her eyes suddenly widening in surprise.