Am I a Kamen Rider or the real young master who was switched at birth?

The crystal chandelier in the banquet hall was dimmed by one level at 7 p.m. sharp.

Warm golden light filtered through layers of crystal beads, falling on the faces of everyone present.

The previously noisy conversation seemed to have been gently paused by an invisible hand.

Everyone stopped eating and turned to look at the temporary stage set up in front of the banquet hall.

The stage was small, with the Lin family's deep blue crest banner as the backdrop. (A silver eagle with outstretched wings, holding a star ring in its talons.)

When Lin Yuanshan walked onto the stage, he was wearing a navy blue formal military dress uniform. The general stars on his epaulets reflected a cold golden luster under the lights, and the ribbons of the medals on his chest were ironed straight.

Lin Yuanshan stood in the center of the stage, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, his gaze sweeping from the front row of the banquet hall all the way to the back row.

A faint smile appeared on his lips as he said in a loud voice, "Thank you all for coming. As you all know, eighteen years ago, due to some accidents, our Lin family's son was switched at birth and has been missing ever since."

"I have never mentioned this matter in public. Standing here today, looking at this banquet hall filled with everyone who has come to witness my return, I can say one thing—my son, the child of the Lin family, has finally come home."

Applause first rang out from the front row of the banquet hall, and then spread outwards in waves.

Several old generals in the front row, who had fought alongside Lin Yuanshan for decades, clapped their hands loudly. Aunt Zhang, sitting in the corner, secretly took off her glasses to wipe her eyes, and several young waiters standing next to the cold buffet table also subconsciously joined in the applause.

Lin Yuanshan raised his hand and gently pressed down, waiting for the applause to subside before continuing to speak.

"Here, I would like to express my special gratitude to one person, Director Zhang, Ms. Zhang. Eighteen years ago, when my son was left at the gate of the orphanage, it was Director Zhang who carried him inside."

"For the past eighteen years, Dean Zhang has raised him single-handedly, teaching him how to be a person, how to write, how to distinguish right from wrong, and cultivating him into a young man who can sometimes be a headache, but is absolutely worthy of the Lin family name."

"In return, I hereby announce that, starting today, the Lin family will permanently support all resources needed for the future development of the orphanage under Director Zhang's jurisdiction."

"This includes expanding the facilities, adding equipment, ensuring the education and medical care of every child, and donating a portion of the profits from the Lin family's business to Director Zhang as long-term operating funds for the orphanage."

After he finished speaking, he turned slightly to the side, raised his right hand in the direction of Aunt Zhang, and gave a standard military salute.

The applause was even louder than the last time.

Several old generals sitting in the front row even stood up and applauded. Aunt Zhang sat in her seat, her fingers tightly clutching the dark purple shawl that Ye Yang had helped her pick out, her lips trembling slightly.

Ye Yang reached out from the side and gently pressed his hand on the back of her hand.

Aunt Zhang grabbed his fingers with her other hand, squeezed them tightly several times before letting go, and then patted the back of his hand, indicating that it was time for him to go on stage.

"Next—please welcome our newly returned member of the Lin family, who is also Mr. Lin's son, to come up and say a few words to everyone."

After Lin Yuanshan finished speaking, he stepped aside and put his hands behind his back naturally.

His gaze fell on Ye Yang, who was walking over from the side of the stage.

Ye Yang's magenta shirt stood out under the warm golden lights of the banquet hall.

He walked to the center of the stage and stood there, then glanced around at the audience.

Lin Yumin stood by the window, her dark blue satin dress making her look exceptionally tall and elegant. She gave him a very slight nod.

Lin Xingran, holding a glass of juice, leaned against the buffet table and gave him a thumbs up.

Lin Ying stood behind her second sister, her light gray eyes fixed on him. Her lips moved slightly, probably as if she were saying "Good luck."

The little rascals from the orphanage all crowded at the front, their eyes sparkling as they looked at their brother Ye Yang.

Ye Yang grinned at the audience and said in a light tone, "Hello everyone—my name is Ye Yang. Ye as in leaf, Yang as in sunshine."

Several servants of the Lin family carried trays and tiptoed into the crowd from the side of the stage.

They didn't disturb the guests; they simply placed the light yellow business cards, hand-drawn by Ye Yang, on each table without making a sound.

That crooked, smiling face looked particularly honest under the banquet hall lights.

Han Shuang, who was sitting in the front seat, was the first to pick up a business card from the tray.

She flipped it over to look at the hand-drawn smiley face on the front, then flipped it over again to look at the "Skills I've Learned: 2000" on the back.

Her eyes lit up, then she handed the business card to Han Li, saying with a hint of excitement in her voice:

"Hey brother, look. This younger brother is quite interesting. This is the first time I've ever seen someone hand out business cards to guests at a family reunion banquet, and the cards even have a smiley face drawn on them."

"Look at this smiley face, it's so funny, I love it! It's much cuter than our old business card with the anvil on it. And it says 'two thousand skills' on the back! Did he count them himself?"

Han Li took the business card and examined it carefully for a moment.

He flipped the business card over and over, his gaze lingering for several seconds on the crooked words that read, "Hoping to capture everyone's happy smiles with my camera," before slowly nodding.

"Hmm, two thousand kinds—it seems the Lin family's children are all exceptionally skilled. Yu Mian is the national champion, Xing Ran has the best fire control talent in the entire school, and Lin Ying has S-level potential in ice-type skills."

"This youngest one, just with his demeanor, truly lives up to his reputation as a member of the Lin family. Not everyone can openly and honestly introduce their past in front of so many people."

He put the business card back on the table, then picked up his glass and took a small sip.

Lin Xingran stood beside them with her hands on her hips, chin held high with pride, and said in a smug tone:

"Are you envious? That's my brother, my real brother. It's no use being envious. He has the blood of the Lin family, and has nothing to do with your Han family."

Han Shuang rolled her eyes, tapped her chin lightly with her fingers, and then tilted her head to look at Lin Xingran with a mischievous smile.

"Sigh—does your brother have a girlfriend yet? What do you think of me? If he doesn't have a girlfriend, I'll reluctantly be his girlfriend."

"Anyway, our Han family and your Lin family have such a good relationship, wouldn't it be great to strengthen our ties through marriage? That way, if he finds a new love, he won't have time for you, his older sister. You can finally have some peace and quiet and focus on your training, don't you think?"

The pride on Lin Xingran's face shattered instantly.

She grabbed Han Shuang's shoulder and raised her voice, saying:

"No, no—you're not allowed to touch my brother! Do you hear me?! I won't allow it! Let me make this clear, you're not even getting his phone number! He's only eighteen! His studies are his priority! He can't be in a relationship so young. No, he's an adult, but that's still not allowed! If you want to pursue my brother, you'll have to get past me first!"

Lin Ying, who was standing behind, was quietly holding the glass of juice she hadn't finished drinking when she heard Han Shuang's joke, and her body stiffened slightly.

She looked down at the tiny bubbles slowly rising in the glass, said nothing, and simply placed the glass on the table beside her, gently stroking the rim with her fingers.

Lin Xingran was engrossed in arguing with Han Shuang and didn't notice her younger sister's little action behind her.

Zhou Zhi carried her cup of tea to Lin Yumin's side, then looked down at the business card she had just received.

Her finger lightly traced the hand-drawn smiley face on the business card, a meaningful smile appearing on her lips:

"I used my camera to capture everyone's smiles—this young master of the Lin family is truly extraordinary, just as my grandfather said. My grandfather was originally going to come today, but he had to undergo surgery at the last minute, so he asked me to attend in his place."

"He insisted that I meet this young man who could suppress the poison with silver needles, saying that there are not many young people nowadays who can understand acupuncture and acupoints to this extent."

Lin Yumin turned her head, nodded slightly to Zhou Zhi, and said in a calm tone, "Miss Zhou, you're right. If it weren't for my brother, I definitely wouldn't have recovered so quickly. During the days he used silver needles to suppress the Gu poison for me, each needle insertion was more precise than the last."

Zhou Zhiruo gave a thoughtful "Oh," and then turned her gaze back to the stage from the business card. A hint of inquiry flashed in her gentle yet shrewd eyes.

Qin Buwen sat at the back of the banquet hall. Long Aotian stood next to him, holding two glasses of juice, one for himself and one for his master.

Qin Buwen was squinting in Zhou Zhi's direction, his brows furrowed slightly, his fingers slowly twirling the white beard on his chin.

"Master, what's wrong?" Long Aotian followed his gaze and saw Zhou Zhi talking to Lin Yumin, but didn't notice anything unusual.

Qin Buwen reached out and pinched Long Aotian's waist. "Kid, don't talk nonsense. You can't afford to mess with this woman."

Long Aotian rubbed the spot where he had been pinched, and asked with a hint of confusion in his voice, "Why?"

Qin Buwen picked up his juice, took a sip, then put the glass down on the table and said in a very low voice:

"Because you can't afford to offend her mother. Her mother is someone even I would avoid. In the future, if you encounter any women from the Zhou family, stay far away. Don't blame me for not warning you."

Long Aotian blinked, quickly recalling the Dragon King Palace's intelligence database, but found no information about the older generation of the Zhou family. He could only nod in bewilderment.

Ye Yang, standing on the stage, looked up at the crowd below and grinned. Then, he spread his hands and said casually:

"Everyone, the cards you're holding are my business cards. To be honest, I'm a little nervous to be standing here and meeting you all today."

"After all, I used to face children from orphanages when I went on stage, but today we have important people here, and I've seen some of their faces on TV."

A burst of good-natured laughter rang out from below the stage. The old general, whom Ye Yang had just told him he had "seen on TV," smiled and raised his glass, waving it at him.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all here. You may have heard about some things that have happened to me recently, such as the silent beasts I destroyed, the Shen family, and the fights I've been in these past few days."

"I have nothing to hide about these things. I did them, so I did them. I want to say that I am actually very lucky. Although I grew up in an orphanage, I met Aunt Zhang, this group of troublesome kids, and friends, teachers, and family members I met while learning various skills."

"My camera has captured many people's happy moments, as well as their sad moments, and also the ugly faces of some people when they were secretly engaging in shady dealings."

He paused for a moment, then continued speaking in a loud voice.

"Since everyone is here today, I'll just say this: I, Ye Yang, am not only the young master of the Lin family, but also the Ye Yang who grew up in an orphanage, and even more so, Kamen Rider Decade."

"If you ask me what Kamen Rider is, I can only say—Kamen Rider is a warrior who protects love and peace and hides his sorrow beneath his mask. If anyone tries to do evil, I, Ye Yang, will never stand idly by."

The banquet hall fell silent for a moment, then a murmur of whispers rose up like a tide.

Several high-ranking generals in military uniforms held wine glasses, their scrutinizing gazes gradually turning into undisguised admiration.

An old general with gray hair and several stars on his epaulets whispered to his adjutant beside him, "This kid's got guts, even more arrogant than Lin Biao was in his youth."

Another officer, wearing the silver anchor insignia of the Abyss, leaned against a pillar and nodded slightly, telling his colleague that he thought Ye Yang's words were very suitable to be engraved on the walls of the Abyss.

Representatives from several military industrial enterprises have already begun whispering among themselves about Kamen Rider Decade's fighting power, and privately agreed to send over a letter of intent for cooperation as soon as possible tomorrow.

Han Li finished the remaining whiskey in his glass in one gulp, then put down the glass and said only four words: "The Lin family is fortunate."

Han Shuang was unusually quiet for a moment, then leaned close to Lin Xingran's ear and whispered, "Your brother just said he's a Kamen Rider. Is that magenta armor really that powerful? Could you let him transform for us next time?"

Lin Xingran ignored her, staring intently at the boy in the magenta shirt on the stage, his chin held high and his eyes slightly moist.

Zhou Zhi gently put down her teacup, smiled slightly, and murmured softly in a voice only she could hear, "Interesting—it's much more exciting than what's written in the file."

Lin Yumin stood beside her without saying a word, but turned her head slightly to look at Zhou Zhi, then looked back at Ye Yang on the stage.

The light from the crystal chandelier was reflected in her deep brown eyes, making it difficult to discern her emotions, but a faint smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.

Qin Buwen stroked his beard, his usual playful demeanor unusually subdued, replaced by a complex smile.

Long Aotian stared at Ye Yang on the stage with his mouth agape, his eyes shining as if he had just discovered a treasure trove.

He subconsciously shouted, "What my senior brother said is right," and some people around him looked at him in the direction of the voice.

He immediately realized he had been rude and quickly covered his mouth, but his ears turned bright red.

Qin Buwen didn't scold him, but just snorted softly through his nose, then picked up his juice and took a big gulp.

Ye Yang looked at the various expressions on the faces below the stage, and then at the group of little radishes in the front row who were waving frantically at him.

He took a deep breath and then bowed slightly to the crowd below the stage.

"Thank you again for coming. That's all for now—please enjoy the food and drinks, and let the party continue."