Mainland Martial Arts

They arrived at a training ground, where a variety of weapons were displayed: knives, spears, swords, and halberds, all gleaming with a cold gleam in the moonlight. Qing Yuze looked at the weapons with a flicker of envy in his eyes. "Brother Lin, the Lin family's training ground is truly magnificent. I bet the Lin family's children are all very skilled in martial arts."

Lin Nuofeng nodded slightly, a hint of pride on his face. "Family members naturally practice diligently and never slack off. Our Lin family has always valued the inheritance of martial arts, and we hope that every member will bring honor to the family." His gaze swept across the training grounds, his mind contemplating the Lin family's future. Now that Lin Feng had returned, while his amnesia had caused concern for the family, it also brought new hope. However, these two outsiders were a real threat.

Lin Feng's return immersed the entire Lin family in joy. His relatives surrounded him tightly, as if he would disappear again if they let go.

"Feng'er, where have you been all these years?" Liu Wenjing's eyes were slightly red, and she held Lin Feng's hands tightly with both hands. There was a hint of sob in her voice, which was the result of six years of longing.

Lin Feng shook his head slightly, a look of helplessness and confusion on his face, "Mother, I really don't remember. I forgot everything as soon as I woke up." His eyes were full of pain, and he tried hard to search for the memories of the past in his mind, but the only response he got was a blank.

Everyone chatted, recounting anecdotes from Lin Feng's childhood, trying to jolt his memory. Some recounted how he once snuck into the kitchen to steal some pastries, only to accidentally knock over the plate. Others recalled sweating profusely in the martial arts training grounds, determined to become the pride of his family. Lin Feng listened quietly, sometimes smiling, sometimes lost in thought, but those memories were like kites with broken strings, impossible to grasp.

Time slipped away quietly as everyone chatted. The sun gradually set, and the brilliant sunset glow faded before being swallowed by darkness. If it weren't for Lin Dingkun's stomach rumbling at an inopportune moment, everyone would still be immersed in the joy of reunion, completely unaware that dinner time had long passed.

"Look at my memory. I almost forgot about eating." Lin Dingkun smiled awkwardly and patted his stomach.

Soon, Lin Nuofeng, Qing Yuze, and Feng Yuqian arrived at the dining room. A large round table was laden with a sumptuous feast, the steaming food emitting an alluring aroma that made everyone salivate. There was the tender and plump braised pork elbow, its soft, glutinous meat smothered in a rich sauce, the mere sight of which was enough to whet one's appetite. There was also the golden sweet and sour carp, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, its sweet and sour sauce the perfect icing on the cake. The steamed fish retained its natural freshness, the aroma of scallions and ginger perfectly accentuating its tenderness. The emerald greens, refreshing and alleviating, added a touch of freshness to the sumptuous meal.

Everyone took their seats, and laughter echoed in the dining room. The sound of glasses clinking was crisp and melodious. Everyone raised their glasses to celebrate Lin Feng's return, and everyone's face was filled with sincere smiles. Qing Yuze raised his glass with a gentle smile on his face. "Brother Lin's safe return is a blessing. Come, let me toast to everyone." After saying this, he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

Feng Yuqian was not to be outdone. He picked up his wine glass and said loudly, "Yes, it is our honor to witness this reunion moment today. Cheers!"

In this lively atmosphere, everyone's chatterboxes opened up completely, not only talking about Lin Feng's past, but also about the Lin family's recent situation. After three rounds of drinking, everyone's faces were flushed, their eyes became blurry, and everyone was drunk.

After dinner, Lin Nuofeng arranged for Qing Yuze and Feng Yuqian to be taken to the guest room that had been prepared. A flicker of vigilance flashed across his eyes, and he whispered to his trusted confidant, "Keep a close eye on these two. They're suspicious, and they might be after the Lin family's firearms and electrical appliances." The confidant nodded slightly, his eyes firm, and quietly disappeared into the darkness.

Elsewhere, Chen Xin'er supported Lin Feng as they walked towards his room. Lin Feng's steps were a bit unsteady, as if his entire strength had been drained away. He could only move forward with Chen Xin'er's support. Chen Xin'er's brows furrowed slightly, her face filled with worry. Her hair was a bit messy, with a few strands of hair sticking to her fair cheeks, making her look even more haggard.

"Be careful, we'll be there soon." Chen Xiner said softly, with a hint of fatigue in her voice.

Arriving in the room, Chen Xiner carefully placed Lin Feng on the bed, turned around and fetched a basin of warm water, picked up a towel, and gently wiped his face and hands. Her movements were gentle and skillful, but her eyes revealed a hint of complex emotions.

Looking at the unconscious Lin Feng, Chen Xiner's eyes became cold and sharp. "I don't know what your purpose is in impersonating Lin Feng, but if you dare to hurt anyone from the Lin family, I will never let you off even if I die." Her voice was low, but full of firmness and determination, as if she was issuing a final warning to Lin Feng.

After saying that, Chen Xiner looked at Lin Feng deeply, turned around and left the room, her footsteps hurried, bringing up a slight breeze.

In reality, Lin Feng wasn't actually asleep; he was just pretending. Ever since he lost his memory, he'd always felt awkward and uneasy around Chen Xin'er. Although deep down he felt a longing and familiarity for her, he didn't know how to deal with this complex emotion. So, taking advantage of the opportunity to drink, he chose to pretend to be asleep.

However, Chen Xiner's words were like a hammer, hammering down on his heart. He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with confusion and shock. "Why would she think I was fake? And she said I would harm the Lin family?" He pondered over it, the more he thought, the more confused he became.

In the quiet night, Lin Feng hurried through the familiar yet unfamiliar corridors. His eyes were filled with anxiety and determination. He carefully explored every corner and every door, just to find the door leading to Chen Xiner's room. But the Lin family compound was intricate and the corridors were winding. Beads of sweat gradually formed on his forehead, and his anxiety continued to rise like a tide.

"Feng'er, aren't you drunk? Where are you going now?" A gentle and concerned voice came from behind, breaking the silence of the night.

Lin Feng turned abruptly and saw his mother, Liu Wenjing, standing not far away. The moonlight outlined her kind figure, her eyes filled with worry and concern for her son. Liu Wenjing wore a plain long gown, the hems of which fluttered gently in the breeze. A few strands of hair fell from her temples, adding a touch of gentleness to her appearance.