"I don't know," Lin Fan replied, growing more suspicious. "If anything happens, I'll call you. I have a knife with me, don't worry."

"Alright, stay safe."

In the distance, a dog barked. Lin Fan hung up and called out, "Da Huang."

Da Huang came running, jumping up to hug Lin Fan. She held his paws and patted his head. "Good boy, Da Huang."

Da Huang wagged his tail furiously, panting as he circled around Lin Fan. She walked ahead. "Did we have any visitors at home?"

Da Huang, being a dog, naturally didn't answer her.

There was light in her grandpa's yard, and she could hear people talking from afar. Lin Fan held the urn tightly and walked forward, straining her ears to listen.

"Da Huang!" Her grandpa called out from the yard. "Who's there?"

"It's me, Grandpa," Lin Fan answered.

As she reached the gate, she saw a man sitting in the yard. He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, looking completely out of place in the simple yard. Lin Fan's mind went blank. What was this lunatic doing here?

Ouyang Yu turned to look at her, his cool eyes lifting slightly, his gaze indifferent.

"Fan Fan, you're back? Have you eaten?" Her grandpa came over, noticing what she was holding. "What's that?"

"It's my dad," Lin Fan said, pressing her lips together, her eyes still on Ouyang Yu. "I came back to find a place to bury him. Grandpa, how have you been?"

"We've been good. I thought you wouldn't come back after you left last time." The old man, noticing her staring at Ouyang Yu, introduced him. "This is Mr. Ouyang."

Lin Fan averted her gaze and took out a cake and some milk powder from her backpack. "I bought these for you and Grandma."

"You didn't have to buy anything, just coming back is enough."

Ouyang Yu wasn't alone. He had a driver with him, a burly man who looked unfriendly. He stood to one side, examining the cucumber flowers but now turned his gaze on Lin Fan.

Lin Fan couldn't take on Ouyang Yu alone, let alone with his driver there. She didn't stand a chance. Why was Ouyang Yu here? And he seemed familiar with her grandparents.

"Grandpa, can you come home with me? I need to put my dad down. It's dark, and I'm a bit scared."

"Sure, let me get a lamp and the keys."

As her grandpa hurried back inside, Lin Fan's face turned cold, her fists clenched. "What are you doing here?"

"You're being rude," Ouyang Yu's eyes were icy, as if soaked in ice.

She was being polite. If she wasn't, would Ouyang Yu still be sitting there? She'd have thrown the urn at his face—though that would be disrespectful to her father.

His bodyguard approached, standing by Ouyang Yu's side. Ouyang Yu, looking as calm as ever, didn't move an inch.

Lin Fan bit her lip, grinding her teeth. "What do you want?"

"What do I want?" Ouyang Yu's eyes narrowed. "Life or death, what does it matter to you? Isn't that right, Miss Lin?"

Lin Fan's gaze turned cold. He was threatening her with her grandparents. She wasn't afraid for herself, but she feared for the lives of her loved ones.

Her grandpa came out with a lamp, looking cheerful. He was a stern man, rarely seen so happy. Lin Fan looked at him, and he said, "Let's go. I'll carry the urn; it must be heavy."

"No, I need to carry it as a sign of respect."

As they left the yard, Lin Fan whispered, "Do you know him?"

"You wouldn't be alive without him."

Lin Fan frowned. This was complicated. "Didn't you say my grandma saved me? How is he involved? When did he show up? Doesn't he seem strange to you?"

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"Don't talk nonsense," her grandpa said sternly. "I don't know about before, but when you fell into the river at five, he saved you. He lived with us for a while and even built a hope school here. He's done a lot for the people. A young man with such a kind heart, it's rare."

Lin Fan had no memory of anything before she was five. She didn't remember anything.

Had Ouyang Yu always been around her? Her worldview was collapsing. How could this be? Ouyang Yu was an old monster.

"We're happy he came to visit. He's a good kid, just not very talkative."

Lin Fan: "..."

Her spine tingled. Her past suddenly felt like a lie. She had been living under someone's watch all along. What was Ouyang Yu's goal? What did he want? Lin Fan was anxious, desperate to know. She wanted to hold a knife to Ouyang Yu's throat and force him to reveal his plans.

"Girl, we're here. Where are you going?"

Lin Fan stopped, still dazed. "Did Ouyang Yu really save me?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you ever mention him?"

Her grandpa unlocked the door, puzzled. "You never asked. We must have mentioned him. The school you attended was built with his donation. He also donated to the middle school in town. But he hasn't aged much over the years."

"Thirteen years ago, right?" Lin Fan asked.

Her grandpa pushed the door open with a creak, and Lin Fan followed him inside, still in a daze.

"Yes, thirteen years ago."

"He was only seventeen then. How did he have the money?"

"Who was seventeen?"

"Ouyang Yu."

"Why do you keep calling him by his name? Call him uncle."

Lin Fan almost spat out blood. "How did he have money at seventeen?"

"Maybe his family was wealthy."

Lin Fan's mind was in turmoil, unable to make sense of it. She put down the urn, and her grandpa said, "Let's go back and eat."

Lin Fan took out her phone, intending to text Qin Feng.

Her grandpa walked ahead, hands behind his back, mumbling, "I heard he's planning to build a tourist site here. If it happens, the nearby villages will benefit. It will boost the local economy. He's such a good kid."

Lin Fan felt like her grandpa had watched too much news. She typed a message to Qin Feng, "The three-pointed star is Ouyang Yu."

After sending the message, Lin Fan regretted it. Qin Feng was only human, not a god. It wasn't fair to push all her problems onto him. This was her issue; pushing it onto Qin Feng wasn't right. She sent another message, "It's okay, I can handle it."

She sent it via WeChat, but Qin Feng probably hadn't seen it. Lin Fan walked a bit further, thinking she should revoke the message. She quickly took out her phone to delete it, but it had already been two minutes.

"Don't be so rude to Mr. Ouyang; he's our honored guest."

Lin Fan felt extremely aggrieved. Ouyang Yu was threatening her with her grandparents. What was his purpose? Thinking about what he had said that time made Lin Fan feel nauseous.

Soon, they arrived at her grandpa's house. Ouyang Yu was sitting in the yard, drinking tea, with his driver beside him. He lifted his eyelids when he heard them. Her grandpa smiled and said, "The tea isn't good."

"It's fine."

Lin Fan took out her phone and opened WeChat, but Qin Feng still hadn't replied. She sighed and put her phone away. Her grandma came out with a tray, "It's just a simple meal, Mr. Ouyang, I hope you don't mind."

"Thank you."

Lin Fan stared at Ouyang Yu, her mind racing.

"What exactly is your purpose? What do you want, Mr. Ouyang? Stop beating around the bush."

Ouyang Yu looked at Lin Fan closely. His expression suddenly darkened, and his eyebrows furrowed. Lin Fan's fate had completely changed. He felt a surge of murderous intent. The body he had nurtured for eighteen years was now ruined.

Lin Fan got a knock on her forehead as her grandma placed the soup down, "Go get the rice, what are you standing there for?"

As Lin Fan scooped the rice, she thought, if she put poison in Ouyang Yu's bowl, would he die and everything would be over? Her head got another knock, "What are you thinking about? Serve the rice."

Lin Fan obediently served the rice and brought it out. Ouyang Yu gave her a cold look. Lin Fan threw the bowl down and sat back, picking up her chopsticks to eat. Ouyang Yu suppressed his murderous intent and picked up his bowl. His bodyguard handed him silver chopsticks. He didn't touch the food on the table, no matter how much the old couple urged him. He ate the rice in his bowl one grain at a time.

Lin Fan, preoccupied, ate her meal without thinking much. She needed the energy if there was a fight. She couldn't understand why her life was supposedly given by Ouyang Yu. What happened to her memories before she was five?

With her nerves on edge, Lin Fan ate a lot. After finishing two bowls, she went to get more. Her grandpa went to the kitchen to fry some eggs for her and placed them in front of her, "Look at you, starving. Haven't you been eating well outside?"

Lin Fan finished her third bowl of rice and looked up to see Ouyang Yu staring at her. She grinned, quickly hiding it. Putting down her bowl, she wiped her mouth, unsurprised to see his frown.

Disgusting him to death.

Ouyang Yu had already put down his chopsticks. When Lin Fan helped clean up, she saw his silver chopsticks and sneered. Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed. His fingers were cold as they touched her pulse, and Lin Fan's face changed. She immediately pulled away and retreated to a safe distance, "What do you want?"

Ouyang Yu's expression turned even darker, almost sinister.

Lin Fan had slept with Qin Feng. The body he had nurtured for over a decade was defiled. After investing so much, this was what he ended up with. Ouyang Yu's murderous intent flared again. Kill her and nurture another body.

He stood still like a sculpture, expressionless.

His driver approached, "Sir."

Ouyang Yu's cold gaze shot over. The driver shut up and found an excuse, "I'll go outside for a smoke."

Lin Fan took the dishes to the kitchen. Her grandma whispered, "That Mr. Ouyang is quite handsome, but he seems a bit odd. Do you think there's something wrong with him?"

"Maybe." Lin Fan always thought Ouyang Yu was mentally unbalanced, not a normal thinker. "All height, no brains."

"Sleep with Grandma tonight. There's no one at your place, and the bedding hasn't been aired out."

"Alright." Lin Fan had her plans. She needed to keep an eye on things here. What if Ouyang Yu suddenly snapped and killed someone? She checked her phone. Qin Feng had replied with two words, "Wait for me."

Simple and straightforward. Lin Fan's heart raced, and she felt a bit dizzy. Was Qin Feng coming to find her? Wasn't he working on a case? Wasn't that against the rules? Would he lose his job?