After Black Moonlight revealed her true feelings, everyone panicked.

Sheng Yunchao gazed at her tenderly. Outside the car window was the boundless, desolate night, and his eyes seemed to tell a story of countless mountains and rivers, and the cycle of time.

He was almost unable to suppress his surging emotions, but after a long time, he restrained himself and looked away.

He knew, of course, that the sense of being watched was at its weakest at this point in time, almost nonexistent.

But it's only almost.

He tested the waters last time and almost thought he would pay the most terrible price; he still feels lingering fear when he thinks about it.

Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, he can't take that risk again.

"I dreamt about our childhood." Several thoughts raced through his mind before he finally said in a calm tone.

[When we were kids? Back in the days of the gifted youth program?]

Lu Sijian didn't quite understand what kind of nightmare this was. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly sneezed several times.

Sheng Yunchao sighed, took out a tissue and handed it to her, then scooped her up, sat her on his lap, and opened his arms to hug her completely.

Lu Sijian found this even stranger and tried to struggle, but was stopped.

"Don't move, this will warm you up faster."

Her body was still very cold; she had been sitting on the cold terrace for too long and couldn't warm up properly.

It seemed she was really catching a cold, because Lu Sijian sneezed a few more times.

Sheng Yunchao held her close, saying "Live to a hundred" every time she sneezed.

Lu Sijian almost choked, glanced at him, and wondered if he was deliberately trying to see her embarrass herself.

Sheng Yunchao patiently explained: "When I was a child, the nanny who took care of me had a custom in her hometown that if a child sneezed, you should say 'Long live to be a hundred years old' to ward off misfortune and illness and ensure a long life."

Lu Sijian protested: "I'm not a child!"

"But I hope you live to be a hundred years old," Sheng Yunchao said softly.

Lu Sijian's eyelashes trembled slightly.

She understood what he meant, and for a moment she felt guilty and dared not look him in the eye.

Sheng Yunchao didn't mind and took her hand, playing with it in his palm.

His hands were large, with distinct knuckles, long and sexy; while her hands had delicate, beautiful fingers, truly embodying the saying "hands like tender shoots, fingers like scallions."

Such beautiful hands would be perfect for playing the piano or making music.

Lu Sijian leaned against his warm embrace, hesitated for a moment, and then said softly, "I also dreamed about my childhood. I dreamed that I went to a mansion for a banquet, but the host was very rude. He wouldn't give me any food and even made me perform the erhu."

Sheng Yunchao's heart pounded; he felt a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

“When you fainted last time…” He lowered his eyes and met Lu Sijian’s gaze.

They were both exceptionally intelligent, and instantly understood the meaning in each other's eyes.

Lu Sijian gently shook her head. "It's okay, go ahead."

Sheng Yunchao supported her back, gazing into her eyes, his voice hoarse, "I also had a dream. I dreamt that you not only performed the erhu at a banquet, but you could only sit in the courtyard in the cold wind. There was a house there, and a boy in a skirt dancing was taken inside..."

Lu Sijian's eyes widened, wondering if she was hallucinating.

【How can it be? ! 】

Looking at the other person's expression, Sheng Yunchao's terrible guess was confirmed. His heart felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand, making it hard to breathe.

"So, it wasn't just something I dreamt about during the day, but something that actually happened, right?"

Lu Sijian's thoughts were in disarray. Even though she was cunning and had even fooled the system in her acting, she hadn't expected this to happen.

Why would Sheng Yunchao have the same dream as her? That's so strange.

“I don’t know, I… I’ve forgotten a lot of things,” she said softly. “But the things in my dream must have actually happened.”

Sheng Yunchao suddenly clenched his fists, feeling as if a stone was pressing on his chest, making him feel heavy and uncomfortable.

Having been an adult for quite some time, he couldn't possibly be unaware of the kind of crimes that would occur in that house.

"You beast!" He closed his eyes, thinking, "I must find you and make you pay a terrible price."

Sheng Yunchao: "Uncle Fu said that you used to play the erhu on the street to make a living when you were a child. Later, when you went to the capital, you also performed the erhu at dinner parties for the rich."

[Just as I suspected.] With her suspicions confirmed, Lu Sijian remained calm.

At first, she also thought she had transmigrated into a book, since street performance was her childhood memory, but the original owner's memories did not include this part.

But this scam won't fool her for long.

Because she only has memories of poverty and hardship from her childhood, and a long period of her life is blank.

Unfortunately, the original owner only had memories of the family's prosperity, and lacked memories of how the Lu family rose to prominence again.

Anyone with a little attention would notice the oddities, so she had guessed long ago that she might not have transmigrated into a book.

They kept verifying it until they finally got a definite answer after that inexplicable fainting spell.

There was never any transmigration into a book; she is Lu Sijian herself.

She was once destitute and forced to perform on the streets, but later she became the dignified and elegant eldest daughter of the Lu family.

Sheng Yunchao waited for her to process her emotions before continuing, "Uncle Fu doesn't know which families you've visited, but he does know that the person who invested in Uncle Lu seems to be surnamed Wang. Based on the screening process, he seems to remember that name."

He opened Lu Sijian's palm and wrote a name on it.

Lu Sijian lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembled, and she slowly clenched her fist.

"But now the Wang family has completely fallen on hard times, and they don't seem like they could easily come up with an investment of nearly 5 million..."

“No, it’s the Wang family.” Lu Sijian’s voice was soft but firm.

She was also unfamiliar with the name, but she had a gut feeling that it belonged to the Wang family.

Sheng Yunchao replied without hesitation, "Okay, I'll investigate the Wang family."

Lu Sijian was slightly distracted.

[So Lu Ting's reluctance to speak about the erhu and the past of the capital is because he knows what he's betraying, right?]

[It just so happens that the original me had completely forgotten this memory, and he couldn't wait to bury it. No wonder he wouldn't let me go to the capital.]

[So here's the question: Uncle Fu is so loyal to Lu Ting, he wouldn't even mention it to me when I tried to find out, so why would he tell Sheng Yunchao?]

“Before I approached Uncle Fu, I helped him out of a few minor troubles. But Uncle Fu probably couldn’t bear to see you continue to be misunderstood, so he decided to tell you,” Sheng Yunchao said before she could even ask.

Fu Bo's three children, some developed their careers in the country and some developed their careers abroad.

He helped his eldest daughter's child get into university abroad, facilitated an important collaboration for his second daughter, and finally helped his youngest son get a job offer with a million-dollar annual salary.

Uncle Fu had long known that he was the one helping behind the scenes, and since he had received a favor from him, he could not remain silent any longer.

He watched her expression and thought to himself, "Sure enough, she already knew they could hear her thoughts."

Lu Sijian said softly, "Lu Lingbai can't keep things to himself, didn't you find out a long time ago?"