Don't call me a singing god, I just want to go back to doing scientific research.

Gu Yan's hand, holding the newspaper, froze in mid-air.

He slowly folded the newspaper and placed it on the coffee table. His movements were unhurried, yet they made the air in the living room freeze inch by inch.

Then, he raised his head.

His gaze fell calmly on Ling Luo. It was as if he were measuring her, and an invisible pressure was pressing down on her.

Ling Luo stood ramrod straight, allowing the other party to scrutinize her, even sporting a faint smile on her face, composed and unhurried.

Gu Yang's heart was in his throat.

Gu Yan stared at it for a full half minute.

His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

This young man...

It looks familiar.

"Have we... met somewhere before?" Gu Yan finally spoke, his voice low.

Gu Yang was taken aback.

Have you seen it?

When?

How come he didn't know?

Ling Luo smiled, but before she could answer, her late mother spoke first.

"Old man, do you know Xiao Ling?" Old man's mother also found it strange. She poured tea for the two of them and asked curiously, "Xiao Ling, don't stand, sit down."

After thanking Ling Luo, she pulled Gu Yang to sit down.

Gu Yan searched his mind rapidly.

That face, its contours, its eyebrows and eyes...

Shuangqing City.

In the chief's office, a man in a police uniform was anxiously making a phone call.

  

Next to the man sat a little boy who looked to be only about ten years old.

The boy was quiet and expressionless, holding a laptop in his arms, his small fingers typing rapidly on the keyboard.

On the screen were strings of dazzling code and a constantly moving red dot.

That boy...

He bears a striking resemblance to the young man in front of him, with seven or eight points in his features!

Gu Yan's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Are you that kid from the Shuangqing City Police Department back then?"

Gu Yang was even more confused.

How did his father know that Ling Luo was from Shuangqing?

Ling Luo's smile remained unchanged, and he finally spoke, his voice clear.

"Yes."

"So it's you, kid!" Gu Yan's tense face instantly relaxed, and he even laughed out loud, which was rare for him. "No wonder you looked so familiar! Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and you've grown so much."

Ten years ago!

These three words struck my late mother like a thunderbolt.

So the mother's hand holding the teacup trembled, and the scalding tea spilled out.

"Ten years ago..." she murmured to herself, then her eyes lit up: "Old friend, who is he?"

The child who saved his son's life.

Gu Yan nodded.

"If it weren't for you, Gu Yang would have been in big trouble. I was planning to thank you both later, but after asking around at the police station, I couldn't get any information out of you." Gu Yan sighed, "I never expected that the person Gu Yang brought home would be you."

"My father's status was special back then, and this incident was purely accidental. Uncle, you don't need to take it to heart."

"Alright," Gu Yan waved his hand and turned to Gu Yang, who was still confused, "Go to the kitchen with your mother and get some fruit and snacks. I'll have a private chat with Xiao Ling."

"Huh?" Gu Yang was extremely unwilling. Neither he nor his mother knew how to cook. Going into the kitchen was just a way to get rid of him. "What can't you say in front of me?"

Ling Luo gently patted the back of his hand and coaxed him softly, "Yang Bao, go keep Auntie company, okay?"

"oh."

In the kitchen.

Therefore, Yang was restless and uneasy, like an ant on a hot pan.

He would peek into the kitchen doorway, trying to eavesdrop on the sounds coming from the living room, only to be pulled back by his mother.

"Mom, what do you think Dad will say to Ling Luo?"

"He wouldn't...he wouldn't actually do it, would he?"

The mother was both amused and annoyed by her son's pathetic state, and reached out to poke his forehead.

"Get your hands dirty? Do you think your dad's some kind of mountain bandit?"

"That's hard to say," Gu Yang muttered under his breath. "He almost whipped me with his belt last time."

So the mother sighed, took the fruit out of the refrigerator, and slowly washed it.

"Yangyang, do you really think we don't know anything?"

Gu Yang was taken aback: "Huh?"

"You child, you've never been able to keep anything to yourself." His late mother handed him a washed grape. "You've moved out to live with someone, a man no less. Do you think you can hide something this big from your father?"

Gu Yang's heart skipped a beat.

"So you... already knew?"

"Your father sent someone to investigate," the late mother said casually.

Gu Yang's face turned pale instantly.

Seeing his expression, his mother shook her head with amusement: "Look at you, so lacking in composure. You haven't learned a thing of your brother's steadiness."

"However, Ling Luo is a good kid," she changed the subject, "She started her own company to protect you, causing quite a stir in the city. She's quite responsible."

At least, he's not some shady character.

Gu Yang was stunned for a moment before he reacted. He hugged his mother's arm, nuzzled her head against her, and began to whine, "Mom, you're so good to me."

His mother, unable to resist his constant rubbing, sighed and gently patted the back of his hand.

The child was never by his side growing up, and he always felt guilty. The family was finally reunited, but just a few years later, he was lured away by someone else.

"Your well-being is more important than anything else."

"Yes! I'll definitely be fine. Ling Luo is very good to me, so you can rest assured."

.......

In the living room.

"Do your parents know about you and Gu Yang?" Gu Yan put down his teacup and got straight to the point.

"Know."

"They don't object?"

"They never interfere in my life, they only offer advice," Ling Luo's answer was impeccable. "And, they really like Gu Yang."

Gu Yan's brows relaxed a little.

At least, it wasn't just his son who was enthusiastic.

"Are you serious about Gu Yang?" That was the question he cared about most.

"Yes." Ling Luo answered without the slightest hesitation.

"How serious are they?" Gu Yan pressed on, leaning forward slightly. "Young people act impulsively, just playing around. I've seen plenty of this kind of thing. The sons of the Gu family are not for others to play with.

Upon hearing this, Ling Luo suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, yet exceptionally firm.

"Uncle, ten years ago in Shuangqing City, I was able to protect him."

"Ten years from now, right under your nose, it will be the same."

With a single sentence, he shut down all of Gu Yan's unspoken questions.

He stared at the young man in front of him, trying to find even the slightest hint of hypocrisy or wavering on his face.

but.

Those eyes held only calmness and certainty.

After a long while, Gu Yancai slowly leaned back and exhaled a breath of stale air.

"Gu Yang has been spoiled by us since he was little." His voice softened unconsciously. "He's stubborn and silly, cries easily, is naive, and easily fooled."

He seemed to be listing his son's shortcomings, yet also conveying a weighty entrustment.

"If he suffers any injustice in the future, our Gu family will not stand idly by."

"Don't worry, Uncle, I won't let him suffer any injustice," Ling Luo promised.

Gu Yan looked at him and finally nodded.

He picked up the cup of tea, which had gone cold, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Remember what you said today."