A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

When Lao Yi arrived at the mansion, he could faintly hear his father Hong Sheng's laughter from afar.

The old man seemed to be in a good mood, which must be thanks to the Russian girl he had brought over a couple of days ago. That's what the old man thought to himself.

A son sending women to his father—I doubt anyone in the world would do something like that.

Upon entering the courtyard and passing through the antique-style hall, the old man saw Master Hong.

"Father." The old man bowed respectfully.

"Hmm," Master Hong responded, gesturing for him to sit down beside him. The maid quickly served tea.

Master Hong waved his hand, signaling the servants to leave.

Once everyone had left, he spoke casually, "Hey, how's the club going lately?"

"Aside from a minor skirmish between the border crossing and the Yihe Gang, nothing else major happened," the old man replied truthfully.

"Oh." Master Hong picked up his tea, blew away the foam, and slowly took a sip.

"Father, Uncle Gui has proposed marching into the interior. What do you think of this?" the old man asked.

"What do you think?" Master Hong asked instead of answering.

"I'm a bit undecided. The death of the God of Wealth has been a significant loss for us. One reason is the disparity in strength. Another reason is that the Yihe Gang now has a huge ally. That's the real reason I can't make a decision."

"You mean Gu Feng, the son-in-law of the Yihe Gang, right?" Master Hong said.

"Father, you know him?" The eldest son asked, somewhat surprised.

"Hehe, although I don't go out much, it doesn't mean I'm unaware of what's going on in the world." Master Hong put down his teacup, glanced at his son, and said, "Tell me first, what do you think of this person?"

"Father, to be honest, I only have a superficial understanding of this Gu Feng, and I can't say it's in detail. I just feel that this person is very strange. I have sent people to investigate his background from the side, but I still can't come to a conclusion. Where did this person come from? I have no clue at all."

"Don't even mention you, even those who have been scammed by him can't explain why."

"Come, I'll take you to see someone." Master Hong stood up and led the old man along the winding corridors of the mansion, through the garden and the pond, and finally into the backyard. They arrived at the door of a room guarded by two men.

The eldest son was very curious: Who did his father want him to meet?

The door opened, revealing a middle-aged man lying on the bed, his body wrapped in bandages. His left hand was severed at the wrist, and his right leg was gone. Even so, he still exuded a rather imposing aura.

Even a dead tiger retains some of its power. Old Yi thought to himself, this man must have been a formidable figure before he was injured.

"Longtai, let me introduce you. This is my son, Lao Yi." Master Hong pointed to Lao Yi.

Long Tai? The old man carefully examined the pale, bloodless face. Yes, wasn't this Long Tai, the former head of the Yihe Gang's first hall? What was he doing here? The old man looked at his father with a belly full of questions.

Master Hong glanced at his son indifferently, signaling him to calm down.

Long Tai glanced at Lao Yi, then suddenly let out a strange, grotesque laugh. His scarred face was both ferocious and terrifying, making him look like a madman.

"Hong Sheng, you said you'd avenge me and help me kill that bastard Gu Feng. When are you going to make your move?" Long Tai roared at Master Hong.

"As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood. You should focus on healing your injuries first." Master Hong glanced at him, tossed out the words "Take good care of yourself," and turned to leave.

The eldest brother quickly followed.

Upon reaching the garden pavilion, the eldest son finally had a chance to speak: "Father, what's Long Tai doing here? Wasn't it rumored that he drowned at sea a long time ago?"

"Hehe, Old One, some things, even if you see them with your own eyes, may not be true. Let alone rumors," Master Hong laughed.

"Father, what exactly happened?"

"It's nothing, just a coincidence. Long Tai, who was injured, was found by fishermen on a beach outside the pass. And among those fishermen happened to be one of my men."

"Then why didn't Father kill him? Raising a tiger to cause trouble is not your style."

"Old Yi, you should have heard the saying—'The enemy of my enemy is my friend.' This friend may not be someone I can confide in, but he can be used. Although Long Tai has lost power, as long as he can get back on his feet, he can still gather some strength. Of course, this strength is not the ultimate reason I kept him. Over the years, we have sent many undercover agents into the Yihe Gang, but none of them have truly entered the core. Long Tai, on the other hand, used to be the first leader of the Yihe Gang, and he has been following Ding Lisheng since he was a teenager. No one understands the Yihe Gang better than him."

"Does Father mean that knowing yourself and your enemy leads to victory in every battle?"

"That's right. To take down the Yihe Gang, we must have a complete understanding of it. From top to bottom, we can't overlook any link."

"Did Father manage to find out Gu Feng's background from Long Tai?"

"Sigh." Master Hong sighed, "Speaking of this, I have to say that Long Tai is a good-for-nothing again. He's been put in this state and still doesn't understand who he's dealing with."

"Well."

"However, though it's been rendered useless, it has taught me some things. I've already had someone compile a special document about Gu Feng. Take it with you when you leave."

"it is good."

"Furthermore, I think the most urgent task is not to advance into the interior, but to seize the inheritance from the God of Wealth."

"Isn't this money now being managed by the God of Wealth's wife as an inheritance?" the old man said, his fists clenching involuntarily. "That bastard God of Wealth is really cunning; he secretly changed the will behind our backs."

"Old Master, in this treacherous world, complaining is useless. If you must complain, blame ourselves for not being shrewd enough and not taking precautions beforehand." Master Hong paused, then continued, "That's precisely why you have to find a way to get it back from her. The God of Wealth wanted to pay with his life, a clever plan. Unfortunately, he miscalculated—his life isn't worth that much."

"Okay, I understand."

"As for Gu Feng, I think you should take action. The best outcome would be to take him down before we advance into the interior."

"Yes, Father."

Today is a good day because the loan was successfully approved.

Although Shi Yurou didn't know how Gu Feng had managed it, she felt genuinely pleased seeing how respectful and cautious Director Sun was towards her.

It's difficult for women to build a career.

Shi Yurou already knew this.

But the feeling of having a man is something she only realized today.

So tonight, she cooked a big meal and waited for Gu Feng and He Qiaoqing to come home.

When she called earlier, Gu Feng said he was already on his way. Little did she know, that call would prevent a potential "car sex" incident.

When Gu Feng's car drove in from outside the gate, Shi Yurou happily went out to greet him.

But what she saw took her by surprise. After getting out of the car, Gu Feng went around to the other side and lifted He Qiaoqing down in his arms.

"Oh, what's wrong, Xiao Qing?" Shi Yurou asked in surprise.

"She's tired from playing, so I let her rest for a bit," Gu Feng replied casually, but a sense of unease crept into his heart.

On the way just now, if Shi Yurou's phone call hadn't come just in time and jolted him awake, he might have really been taken advantage of on the spot by He Qiaoqing.

"Did you play so hard?" Shi Yurou murmured to herself, watching Gu Feng's retreating figure.

After settling He Qiaoqing in, Gu Feng came out of the room and saw Shi Yurou setting the table. Walking over, he saw a large table of dishes and couldn't help but ask, "Whose birthday is it today? There are so many dishes."

"Nobody else. This is a special treat for you," Shi Yurou said with a smile.

"A treat for me?" Gu Feng sat down and found that all the dishes on the table were his favorites.

"Yes, the loan has finally been approved. Bank Manager Sun said it will be in the account within 24 hours," Shi Yurou said with a smile. After thinking for a moment, she asked hesitantly, "Would you like something to drink?"

"Sister Rou, you can drink if you want, and you can refuse if you don't want to." Gu Feng obeyed her every word.

Shi Yurou's heart skipped a beat, thinking, "So, you'll do whatever I want you to do?"

"Then, have a drink." Shi Yurou brought over a bottle of Kongfu Family Wine. "It's cold, have some to warm yourself up."

"Mm." Gu Feng nodded. In fact, in his opinion, if you really want to keep warm, there is no more intimate way than physical contact between a man and a woman.

"Come on, Gu Feng, let me toast you. Thank you for helping me with this big favor." Shi Yurou raised her glass.

Gu Feng quickly picked up his cup: "Sister Rou, it's not really helping. I also have shares in the pharmaceutical company."

"Hehe, yeah, I almost forgot. Let's toast to our future days." Shi Yurou chuckled.

"Okay." The two clinked glasses and emptied their glasses.

"Gu Feng, can you tell me what exactly happened now?" Shi Yurou asked. She was naturally referring to why Director Sun approved the loan so readily.

"Sister Rou, I said yes. But you can't scold me." Gu Feng's voice was a little low, as if he had done something wrong.

"Okay." Shi Yurou looked at him and her heart softened. She thought to herself, "You tormented me from head to toe and bullied me all night, and I never blamed you. Let alone something like this."

Seeing Shi Yurou nod, Gu Feng then recounted in detail how he had pranked Sun Gang and Zhao Riwei.

After hearing this, Shi Yurou opened her eyes wide and stared blankly at Gu Feng.

"I... Sister Rou, please don't be angry. I only retaliated because I saw them trying to insult you. I was really furious at the time..."

"No, I'm not blaming you. I'm just touched." Shi Yurou's eyes were slightly red. "Gu Feng, why are you so good to me? You cured the illness that had tormented me for years, and you've done so much to protect me."

Gu Feng's face flushed slightly, as if the alcohol was making him feel better, or as if he was embarrassed that his thoughts had been seen through: "I... I see you as an older sister."

"Oh," Shi Yurou responded, a hint of disappointment in her voice. She then forced a smile, "Stop talking and eat. It took me a long time to make these dishes."