During the Republic of China era, I achieved unparalleled success by returning to the past.

The girl sitting on the edge of the bed had a slender figure. Hearing the call, she turned around, her long braid swinging in an arc, and said crisply, "You're back."

A familiar face came into view, with water droplets on her cheeks and a strand of wet hair clinging to the corner of her lips, indicating that she had just washed her face.

Song Beiyou was speechless with astonishment, exclaiming, "It's you!"

She stood up lightly, frowning slightly. "Why don't you come home at night? You've left me all alone, worried sick."

Song Beiyou's lips twitched. He turned his head and saw Shen Daguan staring wide-eyed, his eyes growing larger and larger, almost popping out of their sockets; Chen Kuan was also dumbfounded.

Song Beiyou rushed to the door, slammed it shut, and locked it. He asked speechlessly, "How did you find me?"

The girl's neat bangs were gently brushed back to her brows, and her clear eyes turned to stare intently at Chen Kuan: "Of course, it's through him."

Chen Kuan jumped in fright and quickly shrank behind Song Beiyou, stammering, "Ah...Ah You, is it...why...?"

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with her slender, pale fingers, and smiled, "Ah Kuan, did your fiancée like the ring I gave her?"

Chen Kuan suddenly grabbed Song Beiyou's arm: "It's her, it's her! It's Miss Su!"

Upon hearing the words "Miss Su," Shen Daguan's face flushed red, and he spoke urgently, almost shouting, "It's Miss Su! Ayou, how could it be Miss Su—"

Song Beiyou elbowed him in the chest, cutting off his words, and hissed, "Keep your voice down!"

He then turned to Su Xiaowan and asked, "Didn't we agree that I would come to find you? Why did you come here?"

Su Xiaowan smiled triumphantly and looked at Shen Daguan and Chen Kuan: "Can they listen?"

Song Beiyou thought to himself that this matter was too far-reaching and these two could not participate for the time being, so he immediately turned around and said, "You two go back first."

Shen Daguan rubbed his chest, grimacing, "Ayou, you hit me so hard. I was wrong before, I deserved to die, but you never said that Miss Su was your betrothed."

Song Beiyou knew this matter was beyond explanation, and too lazy to explain, he simply reached out to shoo people away.

Chen Kuan suddenly clapped his hands, realizing something, and said in a low voice, "I understand! No wonder Miss Su said you were my friend, so you're Ayou's fiancée! Now I get it." Having figured it out, he felt relieved and finally had a reasonable explanation to give to Azhu.

"You two go back first. I'll be there at noon sharp," Song Beiyou urged again.

"Sister-in-law, we're going back now." From dream lover to living sister-in-law, Shen Daguan's expression was complicated.

"Remember to bring your sister-in-law along!" The two addressed each other as "sister-in-law" and reluctantly said goodbye before leaving.

Song Beiyou closed the door tightly again and asked, "What happened?"

Su Xiaowan's mischievous smile slowly faded: "I exposed my hiding place while trying to get you a gun. Now I have nowhere to go."

Song Beiyou's gaze swept over her, then looked at the several large bundles on the bed: "You retreated quite calmly."

"Disguise and infiltration are my specialties, didn't you know?" Su Xiaowan tilted her head.

Song Beiyou sighed, "But as you can see, this place is narrow and small."

"I don't mind, we can squeeze in." Su Xiaowan glanced at him, a smile playing on her lips. "Don't worry, I brought the gun I got for you." She bent down, picked up a heavy bundle, opened it, and took out two brand-new, thick leather-wrapped gun cases, introducing them as follows:

"Kurtz T30, imported goods, 7.63 mm caliber, eight-round magazine, 2.2 jin unloaded, 9.1 inches long overall, 3.7 inches long barrel, effective range of 15 zhang."

"It meets your requirements: large magazine capacity and high power. However, it has one drawback: the muzzle climbs."

Song Beiyou's eyes brightened slightly. He took the box, unscrewed the clasp, lifted the lid, and removed the dark blue brocade cover. The wooden handle and gleaming silver body were free of fingerprints. It came with two magazines and a neatly edged leather holster. Also included were a gun cleaning cloth, an oil bottle, and some other small items.

Song Beiyou's eyes shifted; this gun somewhat resembled the Browning M1911 from his previous life. His imagined image of a cool assassin in a suit, wielding two guns, immediately came to mind.

He opened another one, with the exact same configuration.

Su Xiaowan raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong? Don't you like it? This is the best I could get."

Song Beiyou shook his head and smiled, switched to the "Firearms Proficiency" mask, picked up a gun, pushed the safety, squeezed the slide and pulled it forward, click, click, the chamber returned smoothly without any resistance, removed the magazine to take a look, pushed it back and locked it, then opened the hammer to check the chamber, then released the hammer and put the safety back in.

"It's a good gun, thank you."

Su Xiaowan asked curiously, "A master like you doesn't need a gun, does he? What's even stranger is that you live in a place like the Walled City."

Song Beiyou merely curled his lips slightly, offering no explanation, and asked, "How many bullets did you bring me?"

Su Xiaowan pointed to another package: "A thousand bolts, that's enough for you to squander, isn't it?"

Song Beiyou raised an eyebrow, his eyes bright, and smiled, "Miss Su is reliable. How much is it in total?"

"Not much, two pistols with bullets, two hundred and thirty silver dollars."

Song Beiyou's eyelids twitched; it was a bit expensive.

Knock, knock, knock! Suddenly, there was a knocking sound at the door.

"Who is it?" Song Beiyou asked in a deep voice.

"Brother Ayou, it's me, Wen Yingxue."

"Coming." Song Beiyou hurriedly shook out the tattered quilt, covered the gun case and bullets, and stepped forward to open the wooden door.

Wen Yingxue was still wearing that old hat, but her face was clean. Her complexion was flushed from the journey, and there was some sweat on her forehead. She was carrying a bundle in her hand.

Seeing Song Beiyou looking at her with a bright smile, she frowned slightly and said, "Ayou, I found a brood of loaches yesterday and made a pot of loach stew with tofu. It smelled delicious. I just happened to be passing by, so I thought I'd bring you a portion."

Song Beiyou took the bowl and opened it; the contents were frozen solid. He nodded and smiled, "These loaches are quite plump; they look very appetizing."

Wen Yingxue bit her lip, her eyes filled with joy, and twisted the hem of her clothes with both hands: "If you stew it in a pot, it will smell even better. I'll come and get the bowl another day."

"Give it to me." A small, fair hand naturally reached out and took the porcelain bowl from Song Beiyou's hand.

Wen Yingxue's eyes widened, her smile vanished instantly, and she became flustered, like a cat caught stealing cream. She lowered her head and said, "I...I'll go first."

She hurried downstairs, head down, not daring to look at anyone. The beautiful face of the woman in the room just now floated into her mind, and for some reason, her eyes welled up, and tears rolled down her cheeks.