Reborn in 1970, I thrived in Hong Kong.

Li Huai-ren's car left the broadcast lane and turned onto Longxiang Road, which connects to Bijia Mountain. The curve was too sharp and the car speed was not completely reduced. When it made a sharp left turn, Lin Qingxia's body in the passenger seat was thrown to the right.

She quickly grabbed the handlebars with her left hand and Li Huai-ren's left arm with her right, scolding him playfully:

"Oh my god, Li, you bad guy, can't you drive slower? Are you doing this on purpose? You're so mean!"

Li Huai-ren didn't speak, but his hands moved quickly.

Lin Qingxia's shy voice immediately rang out in the car. Although the voice was soft, the space inside the car was small, and both of them could hear it clearly:

"Oh, I'm going to die! Why are you touching my hand? Stop it! Let go of my hand!"

Li Huai-ren didn't speak immediately, but taking advantage of her struggle, he grabbed her right hand with his left, smiled slightly, and said firmly:

"Don't loosen it!"

"You really won't let go?" Lin Qingxia's face flushed as he grabbed her small hand. It was the first time she had been so close to a man other than her father and brothers. She stretched out her left hand, curled her fingers into a claw, and covered Li Huai Ren's hand, threatening him.

Li Huai-ren looked ahead and said with a firm expression:

"I won't let go. It wasn't easy for us to hold hands, and I absolutely won't let go."

Lin Qingxia was furious:

"Oh dear, that won't do! If you don't let go, I'll grab you! Let's see if you'll loosen your grip then, hmph!"

The next moment, Li Huai-ren's screams echoed in the car:

"Ouch, you actually scratched me with your fingernails? Ouch, ouch, ouch! Look, quick, see if I'm bleeding!"

Lin Qingxia snorted coldly:

"Hmph, there's definitely no blood yet. I'm very careful, okay? I'll ask you one more time, are you going to let go or not? If you don't, I'm really going to make you bleed!"

Li Huai-ren replied decisively:

"Whatever, it's my injury that hurts, but your pain is!"

Lin Qingxia was taken aback, almost confused by his words. After realizing what he meant, she glared at him:

"Li, you shameless bastard, how can you be so thick-skinned? Why should I feel sorry for you? Humph!..."

This time, whether she forgot or did it on purpose, she didn't ask Li Huai-ren to let go of her hand again, but just kept scolding him.

After a while, her voice suddenly stopped, and the car immediately fell silent. The two of them could clearly hear each other's soft breathing.

Neither of them spoke. Li Huai-ren's left hand held Lin Qingxia's smooth right hand, which was held by his own. Lin Qingxia's small hand no longer struggled and seemed to have resigned herself to letting Li Huai-ren hold it.

A dozen minutes later, the car drove onto the private road where Li Huai-ren, Lin Qing-xia, and others lived on Bijia Mountain.

As Li Huai-ren passed by the villa where Teresa Teng and Chen Yu-lian lived, he paused for a moment, glanced at the armrest between the two seats, and immediately his eyes were full of smiles. Brigitte Lin had actually taken the initiative to hold his hand!

In his hazy vision, Li Huai-ren seemed to see a figure shrink back on the left balcony of the second floor of the villa. The person living in that room was none other than Teresa Teng!

He immediately realized what was happening:

"Seriously? Is this a case of 'no one tills barren land, but once tilled, everyone fights over it'? Did Teresa Teng divinely help me get together with Brigitte Lin?!"

Looking back at Brigitte Lin, and seeing her frequently glancing back at the small villa, Li Huai-ren was 100% certain of his guess and smiled happily.

But he was too happy too soon. After his car entered the bend and he could no longer see Teresa Teng's villa in the rearview mirror, Brigitte Lin let go of his hand and pulled it back.

Li Huai-ren was taken aback. Wasn't this a typical case of abandoning the monks after the meal?

He wanted to have a serious talk with Brigitte Lin, but Brigitte Lin gestured for him to look to the right front.

Li Huai-ren looked up and was immediately startled. Lin's father was standing in the shadows by the door, staring intently in his direction. He was clearly guarding against wolves and young punks, and preventing Li Huai-ren from stealing his daughter.

He quickly parked the car in front of Lin's father, scurried out, and nervously called out:

"Uncle Lin!"

Lin's father nodded and was about to go to greet Lin Qingxia when he inadvertently saw, under the light at the door, that Li Huai-ren's left hand was covered in bloodstains left by his fingernails.

Who hasn't been young? This is just like when I was pursuing Lan Ying twenty or thirty years ago, and I took the initiative to hold her hand, isn't it?

"Hmph!" His face immediately darkened, and he snorted coldly. His first priority was to check if his precious daughter had suffered any "losses," cough cough, whether her clothes were intact, and whether she showed any signs of being taken advantage of...

When Lin's father's gaze fell on his left hand, Li Huai-ren knew things were about to go wrong.

In his past life, he had several relationships. Before officially establishing a relationship with each girlfriend, he would go through a period of extreme tension with them.

At this stage, if the girl loves you more, she will take the initiative, and there will be no problem; the two will soon be deeply in love.

Conversely, whichever hand takes the initiative to hold a girl's hand will suffer. The girl will definitely show her due "reserve," and being scratched by her "Nine Yin White Bone Claw" is the mildest punishment for impulsiveness.

Li Huai-ren was immediately dumbfounded:

"This move, 'Nine Yin White Bone Claw,' seems to have been used by Qingxia's father as well?"

"Damn it! We're doomed! Did Qingxia's dad get hit by Qingxia's mom's 'Nine Yin White Bone Claw'?"

It's quite embarrassing that the girl's father found out about this.

Fortunately, seeing that Brigitte Lin's clothes were neat, her father didn't say anything more. After his daughter said goodbye to Li Huai-ren, the father and daughter went into the villa together.

Silent all night.

The next morning, when Teresa Teng and others arrived at the Li family villa for breakfast, they were surprised to find that Li Huai-ren, who had been fine the day before, had his left hand covered with bandages.

When Teresa Teng and others asked, Li Huai-ren gave a unified reply, saying that he had gotten a minor scratch while practicing martial arts early in the morning.

Guan Jiahui had followed Li Huai Ren since she was a child. She could tell whether Li Huai Ren wanted to defecate or urinate just by sticking his butt out. She discovered that he was lying on the spot, but she did not call him out.

While everyone was eating breakfast, Guan Jia Hui immediately followed Li Huai Ren into the kitchen to serve him scallop and ginkgo porridge, and began to extort money from him:

"Li Huairen, your hand isn't injured at all, right?"

"Hehe, if you don't want me to expose that your hand injury wasn't from martial arts training, buy me a dress. I want a princess dress. Take me to Central and I'll pick one out myself."

Li Huai-ren glared at her:

"Not injured? If I weren't injured, would I be so stupid as to put a bandage on my perfectly good hand?"

Guan Jiahui rolled her eyes at him and said smugly:

"Tch, Li, you bad guy, do you know you have a little habit? Whenever you lie, you blink, and you blink twice in a row?"

"Hmph, I've known about this habit of yours since first grade. You think you can fool me?"

Li Huai-ren was taken aback; he really didn't know he had this little habit.

Just then, to prove herself right, Guan Jiahui took advantage of his dazed state and ripped off a band-aid from the back of his hand.

Guan Jiahui glanced at the back of his hand and immediately exclaimed in surprise:

"What's going on here? A fingernail mark? How can it be a fingernail mark?"

Just as Guan Jiahui finished speaking, Teresa Teng suddenly walked in:

"Fingernail marks? What fingernail marks?"