Guilongchao: I played the domineering CEO to the bone.

Min Moyou's memories passed in the blink of an eye. Lost in her memories, Min Moyou unconsciously loosened her grip on the Longevity Lock. However, the effects of the medicine absorbed by the Longevity Lock became more and more pronounced, and her strength plummeted to almost rock bottom.

Even though she tried to hurt Min Moyou with her body during those two or three seconds of recollection, she was powerless and it was as if she was just trying to stick to Min Moyou.

Yu Bing, who had already turned her face away, couldn't help but put her hand to her temple, lightly covering her eyes, and secretly pursed her lips, cursing inwardly:

So... you know... thugs and hooligans!

She's a female hoodlum with absolutely no manners or morals!

Incredible!

Why does Min Moyou look like he's having such a good time?

He didn't look like he was starving.

He clearly has a bunch of subordinates to "solve his problems," so why does it seem like he'd take any woman who throws herself at him?

You'd even be interested in a petty thug?

whispering sound.......

In Sister Fengfan's world, true strength lies in one's own demeanor—things like having dragon blood, being good at fighting, or being stronger than oneself...

In Sister Fengfan's eyes, it's nothing to mention.

They are completely unworthy of being compared to her captivating charm!

Xiao Guang was surprised that the relationship between Changming Suo and Min Moyou had become so good so quickly.

So the new boss is really that charming?

Xiao Guang puts his own senses into consideration—it seems that Boss Min really is quite charming~

Upon seeing this, Biaozi frowned, glanced at the foolish Xiao Guang, and a faint worry flashed through his mind...

This silly girl, I don't know what she's so happy about.

She still needs me to secure her lifelong happiness...

It's not about making the long-term meal ticket more secure.

None of the two people and the cat could see that the relationship between the Longevity Lock and Min Moyou was extremely hostile.

Changmingsuo's soft, gentle voice was full of insults, which they couldn't understand. They simply assumed that Changmingsuo was a girl from Sichuan or Chongqing, and that the strange formula of "beating is affection, scolding is love" could be applied to her.

"So you, from *Civilized Zhongpu*, are called Min Moyou, right?"

"What kind of man are you, so indecisive, hesitant, timid, and sleazy?!"

"Do you dare to kill me or torture me?! Don't think that capturing me will make me submit? Bah!"

The longevity lock stretched its neck towards Min Moyou.

"Come on! Slash here! You're not a man if you don't! Kill me, do you dare? Do you dare!"

Does the longevity lock truly represent a desire for death?

No, she values ​​her life very much.

However, she couldn't see Min Moyou's weakness and had no way to escape, so she could only habitually hurl insults at him in an attempt to provoke him.

Let him reveal a weakness, or let him take the opportunity to say what his purpose is.

Gather enough information to devise an escape plan.

Changmingsuo had no idea what Minmoyou's purpose was in capturing her—the lust Minmoyou had shown for her beauty and his statement "I want you" were all just pretense that Minmoyou was playing with her.

That's hilarious! How could someone with such power under their command have such low-level tastes?

He's still unwilling to reveal his true intentions, which suggests he has much bigger plans...

What a dangerous man.

"Oh? I'll kill you?"

Under the "enthusiastic" caress of the longevity lock, Minmoyou snapped out of her reverie about her character's background.

He lowered his head, whispered in the ear of the longevity lock, and asked in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Then... what about your grandmother?"

The longevity lock, terrified, stopped its playful swearing and quickly stood up, maintaining a safe distance from Min Moyou. A fleeting look of fear crossed its eyes...

He immediately returned to normal, and gave Min Moyou a disdainful smirk.

"What grandma?"

"I was born and raised by nature. I was an orphan from a young age. I survived by fighting with rats and stray dogs for scraps. I've never had any relatives!"

"Do you think I have any relatives? You want to use my family to coerce me into doing things for you, is that it?"

"What a joke! Your scheme is simply impossible to succeed!"

"You wouldn't believe it, would you? I don't have a single relative. I've never seen my parents since I was a child!"

"I, your grandma, have no weaknesses! I'm not someone you can take advantage of!"

The longevity lock spoke in a deliberately loud voice, as if a loud voice gave it confidence.

Min Moyou could tell that she was panicking and becoming more cautious, completely losing her previous carefree and crazy demeanor.

She even deliberately used language to guide the conversation, saying that she had never seen her parents since she was a child—she really had never seen her parents since she was a child, and she didn't have parents. She deliberately avoided mentioning her adoptive grandmother, and her words were a mix of truth and falsehood, trying to make Min Moyou believe that she was an orphan.

Very good sales pitch.

Unfortunately, she was facing Min Moyou.

Min Moyou pinched Changmingsuo's face and brought her ear close to his mouth again—

Trying to hide? Don't want to hear it?

No.

"Oh? Really?"

Min Moyou's confident tone made Changmingsuo feel uneasy.

"I heard that... there used to be an old lady in Nakaura Ward who sold handmade oil-paper umbrellas. Her craftsmanship was excellent; the umbrellas she made were classic, beautiful, and durable."

"I heard that she is kind and gentle, honest in business, and often gives away umbrellas to people in need... even though she herself lives a very frugal life."

The image described by Min Moyou is being uncontrollably constructed within the heart of Changmingsuo.

After pawning her heart and joining the Thousand Faces Gathering, enduring countless dangers and deceit, several years have passed, and Changmingsuo has almost forgotten her grandmother's voice and smile...

As memories accumulated, the recollections of her grandmother were pushed to the deepest recesses of her mind—she forgot what kind of person her grandmother was, forgot so many of the little things they shared...

All she remembered was a kind old woman who took her in and cared for her when she was almost starving and freezing to death, before she had even developed any memory.

It has been sixteen years since it was raised.

All she remembered was that the old lady told her to call her "Grandma".

She only remembered that her grandmother was very good to her, and she was determined to repay her kindness—but she couldn't remember exactly how good her grandmother was to her.

She only remembered that her grandmother died on her 16th birthday, because of her.

All she could remember was that she had to save her grandmother, no matter what!

After entering the workforce, her mental energy was consumed by the experience of making a living and her cunning schemes, leaving her with only so much to remember.

It wasn't until Min Moyou brought it up again—brought up that figure again—that the Longevity Lock was able to reconstruct the blurry figure clearly, following Min Moyou's words.

"One day, the old lady passed by a trash can and took an abandoned little girl home to adopt her... She could barely make ends meet and clearly couldn't afford to raise such a child, but she still couldn't bear to watch a vibrant little life slip away before her eyes."

"Kind-hearted woman, she must have thought: even if it means suffering herself, she has to raise her child, right?"

"I heard that she hoped the little girl she adopted would grow up safely, so she gave her ancestral silver longevity lock to the little girl she found."

"She designated the day she met the little girl as the little girl's birthday, and every year on her birthday she would buy the little girl a beautiful little cake, even though she was usually so poor that she often went hungry herself in order to feed and provide for the little girl."

Despite her financial straits, she hadn't bought herself a new piece of clothing for over a decade, relying instead on patching old clothes or sewed from discarded fabrics and scraps to create dirty, worn-out "new clothes."

"As the little girl grew up, the old lady also grew old. Society was also developing rapidly. Her eyesight became more and more blurred, her hands became less and less nimble, and more and more people looked down on and disliked using oil-paper umbrellas, making it more and more difficult to do business."

"But life goes on, and she still has to raise her granddaughter. So she can only work harder and harder, squeezing out more and more of her time, and shouting with her hoarse voice... but life is getting poorer and poorer."

"Fortunately, she was comforted by the fact that her adopted granddaughter was kind and filial, and was already helping her with chores. In a few years, once her granddaughter had the ability to earn a living, everything would be alright... She probably thought that as long as she endured a little more hardship, a few years would be enough."

"Unfortunately, one day when her granddaughter was fifteen, she suddenly fell into a coma and could not be woken up no matter how hard she was called."

"It wasn't until she sold off countless family assets and begged a highly ethical old doctor to come to her home to treat her granddaughter that her granddaughter, who had been in a coma for a long time, was finally brought back to life. It was during that time that her granddaughter was diagnosed with congenital heart disease, and the experienced old doctor even asserted that her granddaughter would not live past the age of sixteen."

"The old lady asked the old doctor in private about how long her granddaughter would live. That's when she understood why such a beautiful little girl was abandoned next to a trash can. She was even grateful countless times that she was able to adopt such a lovely and filial child."

"The old lady also knew that no matter how hard she worked, no matter how much she cut back on her rest time, she could not save enough money to treat her granddaughter's serious illness, or even extend her life by a few more days."

"'What a wonderful child,' 'She's so young,' 'Her life has just begun'... With countless thoughts like these, the old woman, knowing it was futile, still worked even harder every day."

Besides making oiled paper umbrellas, she scavenged, swept the streets... she did anything to earn money, no matter how hard it was.

"Who knows how much torment and suffering she endured? She even had to force a smile every day in front of her granddaughter who was unaware of the cruel truth, pretending to maintain her enthusiasm and hope for life, pretending to be the same as before."

"And so she endured the torment and hardship day after day, praying day and night that even the old doctor could make a mistake..."

"Until her granddaughter's sixteenth birthday, she still hadn't saved enough money to buy her even a single bottle of medicine. So she used the money she had saved to buy a cake that was even prettier than before and bring it home. Her granddaughter hadn't had a relapse for more than half a year. Maybe if her granddaughter saw the cake and was happy, she would get better?"

"Until she returned home and saw her granddaughter had fallen into a coma again, unresponsive to anyone, the old doctor she had begged to come shook his head and sighed..."

"After praying to Buddha and gods to no avail, she hurriedly stumbled into the street in an attempt to find someone who could save her granddaughter's life... and then she came across a place called Qianxiang Shop."

Min Moyou paused only after speaking to this point.

The voice was soft, devoid of emotion, and simply stated the facts.

Everyone present was Long Yin, and they heard everything clearly.

Yu Bing turned her head back, looking at the longevity lock with pity, but she forced herself to maintain a cold, expressionless face. The disgust she had shown towards the longevity lock had mostly dissipated.

Xiao Guang cried his eyes out, saying, "How could that old lady and her little granddaughter be so miserable...", but he didn't seem to connect the little granddaughter in the story with the longevity lock at all.

Biaozi said it was just average—about as miserable as his Biaozi's Wanderings—not human, and without a grandmother, so it was hard to empathize with him.

As Min Moyou continued to narrate, the longevity lock gradually diminished its eccentric aura.

His whole body trembled violently, and his eyes, which usually held cunning and shrewdness, were now filled only with endless sorrow and pain.

"Shut up...shut up..."

Her small mouth was pale, trembling as it opened and closed unconsciously, murmuring incessantly:

"Stop talking...stop talking..."

Tears welled up unnoticed, streaming down her face and dripping onto the back of Min Moyou's hand.

Min Moyou, of course, ignored her—or rather, this was the effect Min Moyou wanted.

Looking at the longevity lock, it seemed to be curled up in the cold wind, having lost all its pretense and reverting to its weak, pitiful, and helpless fragile appearance.

Min Moyou knew that her words had successfully unearthed, bit by bit, the deep-seated memories that the Longevity Lock least wanted to face and had almost forgotten...

Jie Jie Jie...

Do you think this is over?

No! That's not enough!

To tame the wild horse that is the Longevity Lock, peeling back her strong disguise is only the first step.

Next, it's time to take drastic measures.

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